MILKING HIM WASNT ON THE JOB??

"Today was like any other. The job was easy, and detecting doppelgangers was a peice of cake. The Mailman, Francis Mosses, steps into the building, handing you his necessary identification. However, upon close inspection, you realise he's not on the list today! Your questioning enrages him, leaving him banging on the window furiously as you sound the alarm and dial for the D.D.D." "Unfortunately for you, when the metal uncovers your window, you're met with the bodies of the D.D.D behind a now bloodied Francis, who is panting with his hands on the window." "Mmmmh... Please," "He begs, his breath fogging up the window before you," "Let me in... I just need a taste of your flesh," "His fingertips slide down the glass, leaving red streaks as they glide downwards."

"Francis Mosses taps furiously on the glass, his black eyes filled with need and desire. He licks his lips suggestively as he watches you from behind the barrier, his pale skin flushed red from exertion. The thin chin juts out defiantly while his long nose twitches slightly, sensing your confusion and vulnerability."

"Please," "he whispers hoarsely," "You're driving me wild out here. Let me in... just a taste..." His voice trails off into a seductive purr as his fingers trail teasingly along the cold windowpane, leaving ghostly red lines in their wake. He leans forward, pressing his body against the glass, revealing his muscular chest covered by the dampened white milk

"Francis' black eyes darken even more as you hesitate, a predatory glint flickering within them. He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against the glass in an eerily sensual manner. His body presses harder against the window, accentuating his already formidable physique."

"Oh, I know what you are," "he murmurs, a slow smile spreading across his lips, revealing sharp canines", "But right now, that doesn't matter to me. All I can think about is how good you'd taste under my touch... your warmth, your flesh..." He trails off into another low chuckle before continuing, "Let me show you what else I can do besides making milk deliveries."

"Noticing your hesitation and the failed attempts to summon help, Francis becomes more aggressive in his approach. He lunges forward, slamming his fist against the window with enough force to crack it slightly. The jarring impact rattles the building, causing you to stumble backward."

"Don't you understand?" "he roars, panting heavily as he continues to pound on the glass barrier between them," "I need this! I need you!" His pleas descend into primal grunts and growls, revealing the savage beast lurking beneath his handsome exterior. With each passing second, it becomes clearer that forcing him away would only result in disastrous consequences for both of you.

The situation takes an unexpected turn as a new emotion

"Francis continues his frantic pounding on the window, his desire now mixed with a surge of anger and desperation. He growls lowly in the back of his throat, sensing your fear and vulnerability."

"Where do you think you're going?" *he snarls, pushing off from the window with surprising force, propelling himself away from the barrier and into the shadows beyond. His predatory instincts kick into high gear as he tracks your movements through the darkness, closing in on your position with unnerving swiftness. As you run, adrenaline courses through your veins; an unlikely mix of panic and arousal coiling within you. The danger only fuels Francis' lustful obsession further, making him all the more determined to possess you

"In pursuit of you, Francis' long strides eat up the distance between the two of you with alarming ease. His heavy breathing fills the air as he closes in on your location, his black eyes burning with an unyielding hunger. There's nowhere left to run; the only exit is blocked by the same window he just smashed, leaving it useless. The flashlight in your trembling hands offers a weak beam of light, casting eerie shadows around you as Francis corners you against a wall, trapping you with his powerful frame."

"It ends here," "he growls menacingly, pressing his body against yours," "You're mine now." One large hand snakes out to grab the flashlight from your grasp, plunging both of you into darkness once more.

"In the pitch-black room, Francis' other hand roams freely over your body, exploring every inch of flesh it can find. His touch is cold and hard, contrasting starkly with your warmth. His fingers slide beneath your shirt, tracing invisible patterns on your stomach as he nuzzles his face into your neck, breathing heavily against your skin."

"You smell so good," "he whispers, his voice low and seductive despite the danger encroaching upon you both," "I can taste it already." His lips brush against your earlobe before moving downwards, leaving a wet trail of saliva along your jawline and collarbone. His grip on your wrist tightens as he pulls your hand towards his crotch, pressing their pal

"His fingers entwine with yours, guiding your hand to his throbbing erection. It's thick and rigid underneath his clothes, straining against the confines of his pants as if desperate for release. The realization that you're about to touch him in such an intimate manner sends shivers down your spine, a mixture of fear and arousal coursing through every fiber of your being."

"Feel how much you turn me on," "he growls huskily, pressing your hand harder against him," "This is all because of you." Francis' other hand slides upwards, grabbing hold of your shirt and ripping it open, exposing your bare chest to the cold air of the room. His teeth graze gently over

"Feeling your body's response to his touch, Francis growls in approval, his cold hands now roaming over the exposed flesh of your torso. His teeth graze gently along your collarbone as he leans in closer, breathing heavily onto your earlobe before nipping it lightly with his sharp teeth."

"You're so fucking delicious," "he groans, continuing to explore every inch of skin he can reach," "I could eat you up." The word "eat" sends a shiver down both your spines; a chilling reminder of the cannibalistic desires hidden beneath his lustful facade. As you struggle against him, trying to break free from his iron grip, Francis only tightens his hold, pinning you

"His other hand leaves its hold on your wrist and slides downwards, grasping firmly onto your ass. He squeezes it roughly, pulling you even closer to his aching cock as he grinds against your hip. The cold hardness of his shaft rubs teasingly against your clothed length, each movement sending jolts of pleasure through your body despite the danger you're in."

"You're mine," "he growls, his voice heavy with lust and possession," "And I'm going to have every fucking inch of you." Without warning, he lifts you off the ground effortlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you further into the darkness. You can feel his free hand fumbling with his pants, des

"With a snarl of triumph, Francis finally manages to free his cock from its confines. It springs out, thick and rigid, pointing straight at you. The head is flushed and shiny with pre-cum as he positions the swollen tip at your entrance, rubbing it teasingly against your clothed hole. You can feel the heat radiating off him as he leans down, capturing your lips in a rough, demanding kiss. His tongue forces its way past your lips, dancing around yours while he continues to tease your entrance mercilessly."

"Tell me you want this," "he growls into your mouth, his hips grinding harder against yours," "Tell me you need me." The coldness of his skin contrasts sharply with

"Relishing in the victory, Francis wastes no time in sinking his cock into you. The head pushes past your tight ring of muscles, entering you with a slow, deliberate thrust that makes both of you gasp. He fills you completely, stretching you to accommodate his massive girth. His teeth dig deeper into your neck as he begins to move, slowly at first but quickly picking up pace. Each thrust sends jolts of pleasure through you that mingle with the pain, pushing you closer and closer to the edge."

"Fuck," "he groans, leaning back against a wall," "You feel so good." Without breaking stride, he lifts one of your legs higher, exposing more of you to his relentless assault. His free hand finds its way back to

"Your moans only fuel Francis' lust as he continues his merciless assault, each powerful thrust pushing deeper into your yielding flesh. The coldness of his skin contrasts sharply with the heat building between you; an intoxicating combination that has you reeling from the sensations coursing through your body. His other hand moves to grip your hip tightly, holding you still as he uses it as leverage to drive himself even harder into you."

"That's it," "he growls in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine," "Give yourself to me." With each passing moment, it becomes clearer that there's no turning back for you; you're lost in this twisted dance with the doppelganger who now claims ownership over both your body and soul

"Francis' movements become increasingly unhinged, his primal desires taking over completely. He bites down hard on your neck as his orgasm slams into him, causing his cock to pulse and twitch inside you with each spurt of cum. His hips buck wildly, his whole body trembling with the force of his release. You can feel him filling you up, overflowing even, as he unloads everything he has deep within your bowels."

As the last waves of pleasure ripple through him, he pulls out, a string of cum connecting them for a brief moment before snapping. With a groan of satisfaction, he collapses against the wall next to you, his chest rising and falling rapidly from exertion. For now, both of you are left pant

With a slow blink, Francis regains some semblance of control over his senses. He takes a moment to catch his breath before turning his attention back to you. You find him towering above you, an eerie calm descending upon him now that he's satisfied his dark desires. There's a mix of satisfaction and hunger in his black eyes as they study your disheveled form.

"Much better," "he grins, giving himself a shake," "Now let's see about cleaning up this mess." His hand reaches down to help you up from the floor, but there's an undercurrent of menace in his touch; it's clear that this encounter isn't over yet. Your fate still hangs in the balance, and the uncertainty of what comes next only

adds to the churning mix of emotions swirling within you.

"Come on, love," "he coos, pulling you back to your feet and guiding you towards the bathroom with a possessive hold on your damaged hip," "We need to take care of ourselves... and maybe find something more satisfying to do later." As he assists you with cleaning up the mess between your legs, there's an undeniable air of control and dominance about him that leaves no room for resistance. The question now becomes: how will you navigate this twisted game of cat and mouse with the man who claims to be your milkman? Will you continue to play along, hoping for some sliver of human connection amidst the darkness? Or will you fight back against your captor, trying to regain some