Dark Shine Eyes by Kinoshi

Dark Shine Eyes

Kinoshi, Anal, Bear, M/M, Oral, Reptile, Short

#1 of The Diary of Lucifer Stone

I almost killed a man today.

I wasn't angry. I wasn't scared. I didn't even have a real need to do it, but it just kind of happened. The thing about it is I enjoyed it as much as I always thought I would and I think that if I hadn't come to my senses when I did, I would have gone through with it.

But that's supposed to come with the eyes, they say. "Dark shine" they called before modern science recoined it "basil radiation". The light in a basilisk's eyes that can kill. It doesn't turn you to stone like the legends said. It just kills people, I guess. Not too quick but not too slow. Probably mostly painless.

But it comes with the eyes, they say. The need to use it. To see the look in someone's eyes when they start reacting to your stare. Their fur stands on end. Their pupils dilate. They start to hyperventilate while hardly breathing at the same time. They lock up. Sometimes they cry. The books say the end result will be a massive heart attack. But seeing it happen is addicting. It must be instinctual because I've always craved it.

The suppressants the state give render both our stares harmless but it's like being surrounded by a thick cloud, I guess. Everything slows down before touching you and it all seems so distant and unimportant. That's why I never go out on weekends, I suppose. If I'm not in public, no one really knows when I'm off my meds. But I digress.

I almost killed a man today that had nothing really to do with me. He was a casual fuck of the worst kind I guess. Craig's list hookup. The kind that never really looks quite like his picture and always tweaks his stats a little. I'm used to it by now so it doesn't really bother me so much anymore; a nut's a nut. I was craving a good bottoming and I must've put out replies to a dozen or so ads over the course of a couple hours, but there aren't too many furs out there who are into scales, I guess. I don't think I'm bad looking, but there's room for improvement; if I cared enough to do it, I could do well in a gym.

A few of the responses snag a reply or two before they just stop responding and I assume they've found another hookup. It's funny how many people out there say they're height-weight proportional, I guess... cause it really does feel like I'm the only one who really is. I look over stats now just for a point of reference... tack on 20 pounds here, skim a few inches there, reduce cock size by a good inch if I'm hopeful. It's always the same, but a nut's a nut.

He told me he was a brown bear, 10 years my senior and a top who wanted a good, hard fuck. He was maybe the 6th ad I responded to but the only one that actually lasted long enough to agree to meet. 230, 6 foot even, "a little on the chubby side", with a 7 inch, uncut cock. The pic he sent me was a from his perspective looking down at his hard member in that really annoying way that doesn't give you a good scale of how big it is. But it looked decently thick and I've never been picky about these sort of hookups. I sent him the raised tail, ass shot I usually send whenever I'm looking for a top. It's me leaning forward, away from the mirror I take the picture through. My tail is long enough to drape over my shoulder, but I arch the tip back towards the mirror instead. It doesn't show my face.

It took him a lot longer to get here than I was hoping. By the time everything's set up it's already after 10:30 and he's expecting about 30 minutes of travel time. I can already feel my meds starting to wear off but my next dose isn't scheduled until tomorrow morning and I don't care that much about taking one for precaution. By the time I'm sure he's on his way, I kind of just want to get the whole episode over with. Get a half decent fuck and a half decent nut, send him on his way, and go to bed.

He didn't knock on the door until like 11:15 or so. Jeans and a sweater. He's kind of cute but he definitely looks far more adorable than imposing. He smiles so hard I can tell he's pretty awkward about this and I really, really don't think he's much of a top. I figured worst case, I'd end up fucking him instead.

He was bigger than I pictured him. A little taller, a bit heavier. I can't guess weight on sight very well but I have the feeling he was definitely not 230. I lead him into my bedroom after I locked the door and when I turned around, he was trying to mask his fidgeting by looking around. Maybe he was looking for something to spark some irritating small talk, I dunno. Couldn't have helped since my room isn't decorated.

Anyway, because I was really craving one of those fucks where you just do as your told and let the top have his way, I just sat down on the bed and looked up at him. I don't know how to put to words what it's like holding your stare back; I don't even know if it's natural because I can't do it once the meds have worn off completely. But I did that and it kept me from being able to concentrate much. Not like it mattered because I didn't find him all that attractive.

By the time he finally got the hint, he walked over and unbelted, unbuttoned, and unzipped his pants and just kind of pulled his dick out. I can see the bottom of his belly from where his fly is open, but like I said, I didn't really give a damn. He definitely exaggerated the length, but I was pretty spot on about the thickness. I could picture in my head out him fucking me was going to be. It was going to sting a little longer than normal when he stretched me, then I'd get used to it and the thickness wouldn't be much of a factor... but it was only just long enough that I figured he'd be able to thrust instead of do that annoying humping thing that people do when they're sporting like 4 inches or so. His smell wasn't unpleasant but I counted my blessings again that I'm not a hound before I leaned in and wrapped my lips around it.

About that point is when I remembered why the fuck I was putting up with all this and why the fuck I put up with all this so often. I pressed my face immediately into his stomach and let my tongue drag along the underside as I rested a hand on his balls. Now, I don't suck dick because I like people getting off in my muzzle. As a matter of fact, I hate it when people do because it seems like such a waste of an orgasm. I suck dick because I love having dick in my muzzle and I suck it like that. I pulled back and ran my tongue along it before teasing his head with it then took the whole thing back up to the hilt. Somewhere along the line, I tasted pre and somewhere else along the line, I noticed he was moaning. He put his paws on my shoulders so gently that I doubted he had a hard-fucking bone in his body, but I care about that kind of thing a lot less when I have dick in my muzzle.

At some point, he stepped back and I took the time to look up at him for the first time. His breathing was labored and I think he may have started to sweat a little and I took a bit of pride in knowing that he really wanted to just blow in my muzzle. He took the brief moment to let his jeans drop and step out of them along with his shoes. I disrobed completely and finished in time to see him pull his sweater off. I don't really have a soft spot for chubs, but I'm used to them. And I was horny.

My dick is bigger than his. By at least an inch and a half but maybe a little more. I do hate when tops see I'm bigger than them and make some comment about "wow it's huge" or something. I could see in his eyes he was about to, so I saved him the trouble and just turned over. I crawled up the bed just far enough to reach the headboard and grabbed the lube. The condoms were next to it, but I've been vaccinated for the few viruses that can jump species so I left them there. I rarely fuck other scalies since I prefer bareback anyway.

The bed creaked a little when he got on it and I guess I could feel the dip in the mattress before his paw landed on my ass. I handed the bottle back without looking at him, let my tail fall to my back, propped my ass up, and rested my head on the pillows. I remember idly wondering if he was going to try his luck at rimming which could have been pleasant... but I really just wanted a cock up my ass at that point.

I could hear him squirt some lube out, which he must have rubbed onto his member, before squirting a little more out and did a half-ass job of lubing my hole. He stuck his finger in like two or three times, and only barely. I suppressed my sigh at yet another top who doesn't know how to fucking stretch someone and waited for the whole point of this episode to start. He pulled my hips down to just the right height for me to be uncomfortable and tried to push himself in.

I couldn't help but hiss in discomfort as I suppressed the urge to bark "lower" at him as I felt the bone of his dick press lustfully against the area of my ass right above my hole. It stung like a bitch and yet he persisted until he kinda just slid down by accident. He slipped right into my sphincter, though, and I stopped caring about how much he was irritating me. I breathed the same audible sigh I always breathe when someone slides into me at first and I can't explain it any way other than just being content. I wasn't happy, I wasn't angry, I was merely content to have a cock up my ass that was neither big enough nor too small.

I gripped the sheets and let me eyes slowly close as I felt his hips against my ass. And he growled. It made me snicker on the inside because I wondered if he was going to actually fuck me like I wanted him to.

He didn't.

Don't get me wrong, I still enjoyed it. He was thick enough that he didn't really have to try to hit my prostate and he was long enough that he could get a little bit of a thrust. But I couldn't counter thrust against him and he slipped out a couple times. Eventually, he just hilted me, leaned over my back, and humped me like a small-dicked motherfucker... but I was too buy enjoying having something inside me that I didn't pay it any mind. I got caught up in his heat on my back, his growling, the bed creaking, his scent. I got caught up in the notion of being fucked as he bucked into me with nothing other than the single need to breed me.

I stroked more to the notion of what was going on than the event itself. When I came, it wasn't particularly hard, but it was satisfying. It was a little bit after he stopped jerking into me which is when I assumed he came. A nut's a nut, though. Even if it wasn't spectacular, it was enough for me to remember why the hell I let him into my apartment.

As soon as the orgasm faded, the haze over my thoughts faded too. I was laying pinned down on my bed at that point by over 230 pounds of a brown bear that I really didn't want to spend any time with, laying in a small pool of my own seed on a sheet that I was beginning to wonder if having to wash it was worth the escapade itself.

And then he spoke. Something like "Wow..." or something. I grunted a reply that could have meant anything to satisfy him so he'd get dressed and go. But he rolled off me and pulled me into his arms so that he was spooning me as he nuzzled the back of my neck. I don't think I really opened my eyes up until that point as I stared, annoyed, at my computer desk while he explored my chest with a paw. A glance at my alarm said it was almost midnight and I cursed in my head as I hoped he wouldn't try to stay the night.

His paw moved up to my shoulder and pulled me onto my back as he shifted behind me. I could tell he was moving in for a kiss, and I took the moment to admire that he was actually taking initiative for something he wanted. He froze before he could press his lips into mine though when he caught my glance.

It was purely by accident, but it still happened all the same. Somehow, before he reacted, I knew what was happening. I can count on one hand the number of times that someone has actually caught my stare but I'll never forget the feeling. It's like being instantly drawn into a trance. Your vision amplifies a dozen times and you seem to notice everything without actually moving your eyes. I saw his eyes dilate first just before his breath caught in his throat. I don't think he knew what was happening at first; basil radiation is rare afterall.

His body locked up at that point, though and he didn't look away. It was the strangest thing; I could see his pupils quivering as fear set in. I guess on some level, he understood that he was going to die even if he wasn't sure why. He was just as entranced in our eye contact as I was, only he didn't have a choice. In my peripheral, I could see him sweating a little. On the snout. Around the eyes. On the brow. Then his breathing picked up, quickly. But the breaths were all shallow like he was having an asthma or panic attack.

It was... amazing. I scooted back into him without breaking eye contact so that my back was flush to his chest and I could feel him hyperventilate. I could feel his heart racing. I could feel his last moments on Earth and I could see the revelation manifest in his eyes. I stared deeper into his pupils to see the flecks of black within the brown as if staring deeply enough I could see his life flash as he had been.

He stuttered something out between panicked breaths that was impossible to understand but too loud to be a forlorn cry for help. He was here, laying in this bed, and he was about to die. I was going to watch him die. I was going to see the light just... fade from his eyes.

I wanted to. Gods I wanted to. Not because of the sex. Not because he was still in my bed. Not because he lied about his stats. He could have been a model. He could have been the best lay ever. Hell... this could have happened from the moment he walked in the door and none of that would have changed a damn thing. Nothing would have changed the rush that flowed through me as I let my body just do what it was naturally supposed to.

But I didn't. I broke the stare and looked away. Hell, I rolled out of his grip and off the bed, grabbed his clothes and tossed them back at him without looking over my shoulder. I didn't say a word as I went out to the kitchen to get a drink of water and I didn't look up when I heard him run to the front door, throw it up, and leave in a panic without closing it.

Gods I wanted to, but I didn't. But really, I couldn't have. There's nothing I could have done with the body period. Even if I magically did, there would have been too much evidence on him. Not to mention that when we kill, it's easy to tell. The body stiffens so hard that it's like it's been turned to stone and stays that way for a couple days.

Basilisk murders are uncommon and easily caught because there are so very few of us in the city that we can all be treated as suspects.

So I'm here writing about this and drinking from this same glass of water. Everything is so clear that I don't know how I'm going to be able to take my meds again tomorrow.

Gods, I wanted to.

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