First Kill

by Leslie Schmidt

She made her first kill when she was nine. At least, it was the first kill she accomplished alone. Her victim was a young man, really still a boy. She was walking along the path and was quite surprise when they met face to face, no more than 10 paces apart at a turn. The forest was especially thick here, the dark green underbrush obscured any view of more than a few feet, and he had come around from behind the boulder on the side of the hill.

Forest Sirens are not supposed to let themselves be caught like this, the Reverend Mother would be very displeased. She knew that the only way she could redeem herself was to insure that he did not return to the village with any stories.

She knew what to do, she had just never hunted alone before. She had not planned this. Oh well, sucks to be him!

When he came around the rock he was startled when he saw her, he stopped in his tracks, his mouth agape. The last thing he had expected was to run into a naked girl. However, being your usual 14-year-old, his expression of astonishment soon changed to a smile.

For her part, Astara was somewhat flustered. Only after his smile had changed to a leer, did she realize what had to happen. She felt his eyes move from hers, down her neck and slim shoulders. She watched as they stopped at her chest, quickly examining her purplish cone-like nipples, just starting to be enhanced by the swelling of womanhood. She felt the eyes linger on the small hillocks that erased the ridges across her chest that had been made by her ribs. Then the eyes moved lower, down her flat tummy to the mound of her sex. No hair yet sprouted around the full lips which formed the gateway to her, a gateway which was guarded by the ridge which formed a hood over her clit.

The feeling of his eyes, so brazenly invading her was exciting and Astara felt her pulse quicken and a tightness in her throat. She felt the first CHANGE starting.

The boy looked back into the child's face and was captured. Her eyes locked into his, taking hold of them, drilling into his mind, paralyzing his will. She simply walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He looked down into her face, then bent and kissed her. Her lips parted and their tongues met, wrapping around each other in a mad dance. He felt her press her sex against his thigh, he felt her small still girl breasts press against his abdomen through his tunic. His virgin cock leapt, pushing against the leather loin skin and the girls side.

He had heard the stories about the strange women who lived in the forest, appearing to men and entrapping them, seducing them only to change at the moment of climax to a forest beast. Some stories said they were wolves, some panthers, some bears. At this point, the trap was set and the victim, not realizing the danger, was falling.

Astara dropped one of her hands and brought it up between his legs and reached under the loin cloth. She had helped her sisters many times. She wrapped her fingers around his hardening cock and began to gently massage it. The boy let out a ragged breath. With her other hand, she pulled at his tunic. He released her and, staying close enough that he did not interrupt her stroking of his cock, he pulled the tunic off over his head.

The sight of his youthful but powerful chest only excited Astara more and a feeling of warmth began to spread from her loins and up into her stomach. She felt a slick wetness between her legs. She pulled at the knots on his belt. The boy quickly untied them and his knife, still sheathed, fell to the ground. Next, his loincloth. His cock stood straight out from the dark curls at its base, Astara's hand was small as she stroked it.

Astara dropped to her knees and, using both hands, pulled back the foreskin to reveal the pink head of his cock. A drop of pre-cum oozed from tip, Astara leaned forward and, with the tip of her tongue, took the clear liquid into her mouth. Again, she felt the boy shudder.

She knew that she could not be sure of a kill if they stayed like this. When the change came, she would have to be on top of him, otherwise he might be able to throw her off. She also wanted him away from his knife, his only possible effective weapon against her.

She took the head of his dick into her mouth. It was warm and had a familiar musky taste. She had done this before, with other men, but she had always had her sister's help.

After drawing him in, then out, three times she pulled away. "Sit down," she said.

He dropped onto his ass, his knees bent and his erect penis bouncing up from between his legs toward his navel. Astara casually threw his clothes, most importantly, his knife belt, away from them, insuring that the blade was out of his reach. Then she leaned down between his legs and took his manhood back into her mouth, sucking him deep into the back of her throat. She pushed him in and out a couple of times before licking the length, from the base at the top of his testicles to the tip. Then she pulled the foreskin back again and ran her tongue around the head before again engulfing it. He felt himself building as he started to involuntarily hump into her face.

Something wasn't right. Things were going too fast. Her sisters had always told her to go slow, but she had never understood why. Now, with this young teen, she realized that he could climax before she was ready for the CHANGE, she had to slow down.

She pulled away from him, looking into his smooth face. He had wavy blond hair that fell over his forehead, just to his brown eyes. A slight shadow darkened his upper lip below a straight nose. He was very good looking, too bad the human girls would never see him again, at least not all of him.

She crawled forward and, as she did, he lay back onto the ground. She felt his cock slide down her chest and stomach as she reached up and again kissed him deeply. She was straddling him, and his pulsing dick was rubbing along her slit and stomach. While Astara continued kissing him, she started to rock back and forth, pressing her clit against his cock.

The frontage caused warm shots to ripple across her belly and thighs, she felt the wetness of her pussy smearing along his cock. Again, he started humping against her.

Because she was still a virgin, she knew she could not take him inside her, not now. She knew that, when that time came, she would have to have her sister's help. As they continued to kiss, she felt his control slipping, just as she felt the CHANGE beginning inside of her.

She slid down, kissing and sucking his neck, feeling the cartilage of his larynx and wind pipe with her lips. The temptation was almost too much and she had to stop herself from biting him. She continued down, pushing her pussy along his thigh, then humping his knee as she sucked on one of his nipples. She continued down and he shivered when she pushed her tongue into his navel.

Then she took his cock back into her mouth, pushing it deep. His pressure was reaching the breaking point. It flowed into Astara, causing her muscles to become harder as they also became more flexible. Her senses were changing, she could hear the sounds of insects in the grass and climbing on the trees. She heard the swishing sound of a bird's wings as it glided well above the forest canopy. She could also hear the boy's heart pounding.

Her sense of smell was also heightened. The scent of the boy filled her, but she could also smell the soil, the trail of a stag which must have passed by recently, and some little mammal, probably a mouse, in the bushes.

Her vision too, was changing. The colors were fading but she could see every leaf, every blade of grass. Any movement caught her attention. She could see a frog climbing along a limb, a worm turning the soil next to the boy.

She was panting as she dove deep, pushing the boy's cock deep past the back of her throat. He humped up into her face, she could feel his climax building and, with it, the CHANGE was overtaking her.

He was overwhelmed. One moment he had been walking through the woods, now he was having his first sexual encounter with a mysterious girl. The pressure behind his balls was becoming unbearable. The cum boiled out of his balls, blasting down his dick and flooding into her mouth.

Astara felt his dick swell. He humped uncontrollably into her face as his semen flooded into her mouth. She swallowed hard, sucking every drop of cum out of his body.

She was overtaken by the CHANGE. The most exquisite orgasm rocked through her body, every muscle hummed as her pussy spasmed and cried out to be filled. Energy shot through her stomach, across her shoulders and down her legs and arms. It roared in her ears and exploded between her thighs.

Then he noticed the change. Her mouth had become hard, sharp teeth were scraping his shaft and her tongue was rough. He looked down and locked eyes with a Lynx. His dick was laying on the cats tongue, her canine teeth on each side. She was panting and jez bubbled around the sides of her mouth. Her eyes were yellow, her face was covered with black and yellow striped fir. Long black tuffs of hair extended from the tips of her ears. Then she leapt.

She raked across his face with one paw as she sunk her teeth into his throat. Blood spurted into her mouth where one of her canines had severed the carotid artery. She bit down and felt his larynx pop as it was crushed. She threw her head back and tore the remains of his tracia away. He made a strange burping, gurgling noise as blood bubbled with his last breaths. He coughed from the severed wind pipe, splattering more blood into her face and chest. Then his chest stilled as the blood which had been spraying in an intermittent stream slowed to an ooze.

She looked down at his wasted body, covered with blood, gore where powerful neck muscles used to be. She still thought he had a sexy chest. She leaned down and tore one of the pectoral muscles away, revealing bone and cartilage. The meat was sweet, still warm, as she swallowed.

She heard the footsteps behind her. She looked back to see two of her sisters appear through the forest. Marka was tall and thin. She was in her twenties with small breasts, a flat stomach, and long muscular legs. Chloe was older, she had had two cubs. Her stomach bulged slightly from carrying her children, her breast sagged and were flattened from suckling.

"Oh my," Marka laughed. "Astara has been a naughty girl. You know you're not supposed to be hunting on your own, the Reverend Mother will be disappointed."

Astara growled, then bent down and tore one of the boys biceps away from his arm.

"Well child," chimed in Chloe, "the least you can do is share. She came forward and knelt next to the body.

Resentment flowed through Astara. This was her kill! Her first kill. She growled again.

"Now knock that off!" scolded Marka.

Astara bit into the boys arm, just below the elbow and tore another long strip of sweet muscle free, exposing bone from the elbow to the wrist. The gore hung from her mouth as she leapt off the body and headed down the trail, abandoning her prize.

"Well, you must admit, he's quite a catch," Chloe said as she examined the dead teenager. She picked up his undamaged arm and bit into the triceps.

"Just gorgeous," said Marka with a giggle just before she bit into the now flaccid penis and ripped it free.