Quickly, with more grace than he would have expected, he followed the scent, his cock hard in his hand, insistent.
He made his way toward a small park, where it was rumoured that gay men would prowl for sex.
Coal was the one prowling now.
He hid quietly behind a bunch of bushes, his dark-accustomed eyes watching his quarry, a slender, attractive man walking slowly down a nearby path.
Coal stepped out, a smile on his lips. He couldn't ever remember feeling so...predatory. His feet felt a little awkward, and he kept wanting to walk on tip-toe for some reason, but that buzz of power, of sexuality still infused him, making that urge seem unimportant.
"Hey," he said, his voice coming out lower than he expected.
The slender man looked, at first shocked to see a naked man in public, but then he shrugged, smiled, and decided not to question his good fortune. "Hey, yourself, Big Guy," his eyes took in Coal's form, his hard cock.
-Big Guy?- Coal wondered, knowing that he was not much larger than this man himself. But again, he didn't care. There was a fire burning inside him, filling every cell, affecting every thought. He wanted sex, and he wanted it now.
"Enough with the foreplay." He said, and quickly stepped closer to the man. He kissed him, passionately, his tongue darting quickly, forcefully inside with a newfound dexterity. He roughly handled the trick, his hands wandering over the body, stroking the man's ass, thrusting his hard cock against the trick's belly.
"Bend over." He commanded, his voice hoarse, almost a growl. The man obeyed, though Coal found he could smell a touch of fear.
Now Coal's cock, looking large, huge, much bigger than before against the slender man's ass, was in control. It found the man's unlubed ass, and began to slowly wedge it's way into the hole.
Coal let out a grunt of pleasure as he penetrated, the man a groan of pain, but Coal didn't care. This was to satisfy -him-.
With that last thought, he shoved roughly, impaling the trick's ass on his dick. Quickly, he covered the man's mouth with his hand, preventing the scream, and then he withdrew, only to slide in again.
Memories of his attack by the demon filled his mind again, though this time it was reversed. His own precum provided some lube, making his next thrust quicker, better, and he felt he could understand the demon now, sympathise. Because this felt...so...fucking...good.
The numbness in his temples grew, the itching in his legs, but both sensations were pale compared to the pleasure he felt, the all-consuming lust as he slid in and out of the man's ass. All he smelled now was the musk of fear, and that only heightened his own arousal. He was grunting uncontrollably, could feel his cock shudder with pleasure, knew he was close.
Then, in an explosion of orgasm, he roared, his head thrown back, his mouth open. His memory flashed back to the demon again, and he felt an almost over-whelming urge to complete the moment, to bite his victim's flesh, to take as he gave his seed...
But instead, he resisted, clenching his teeth as the orgasm subsided.
He pulled out, and the man collapsed. Coal looked at him wonderingly, but it seemed he could barely even remember what happened. He turned back to the school and started to run, feeling that he had to get back to his room, had to get back before the sun rose.
And he ran fast, far faster than he had ever run before.