Opal SIlverheart Backstory.
I had a wonderful childhood, however, my family was a bit odd, but we found a community that accepted us. My father was a snow white Alpha Wolffolk, he had bright blue eyes, was 5 '6 and weighed 195 pounds. My mother, on the other hand was a 15 ft tall 4-ton halfbreed Loxodon/Giant woman, her boobs were 1/4 of that weight; I've never been told how they met only that my father had a crushed pelvis and fractured skull after my conception, My dad was very proud of that fact.
Skip ahead 20 years, I was now 43, standing at 10 '7. I pretty much looked like a normal whitish black wolf except I had the height of a Loxodon. my younger sister had just reached puberty, And I think, in my dad's eyes, she had gotten the best of the parents. She had boobs the size of beach balls and she was much smaller than my mom or I, standing at 6 '2. I know my dad loves my mom but I think having his bones crushed and mended every time he wanted to please his wife had been taking a big toll on his consciousness after all these years. Only 2 weeks after Vicky, my sister, had reached maturity did I find my dad and sister having rough sex, with Dad on top for the first time in his life most likely. I was in shock and didn't hear mom coming behind me and also see what was happening in front of us. She went in and was apocalyptic in rage ripping my sister off of our father and throwing both of us both out of the room. I barely paid attention to my naked sister as I listened to the conversation behind the door. all I heard was yelling screaming and then my father pleading for my mom to stop and then a crunching noise. Then there was just silence. hesitantly I opened up the door to see my mom, naked with a bloody pulping mess dripping from her sopping wet cunt. I think, that is what awakened my bloodlust and sexuality.
(1 year Later)
Me, my sister and my mom had to move to another community after that incident. It was a high class town just a few miles away from a large city run mainly by halflings. I had recently gotten a job at a circus as an acrobat, the manager said it was because of how dextrous I was when he walked by our house and saw me doing some yoga but I'm pretty sure he just liked looking at my body; I didn't mind though because the pay was good and my mother was a nudist so showing off my body was of no concern to me. A few months after traveling with the circus is when I first killed someone, a halflings woman that had been really rude to one of my coworkers. Just as she was leaving the circus tent after the show I pounced on her and covered her mouth with my hand. Because of the size difference it was remarkably easy to carry her to the forest. As soon as I had her under the cover of darkness away from everyone and everything I stripped her of her clothes, and mine, not really caring about the pitiful amounts of resistance she put up. As soon as she was naked I shoved her head right up against my vulva, it was pleasuring, I guess, but not what I was craving. However, when I felt her body thrashing for air and her skull starting to fracture from the pressure I was putting on her, it was heavenly to hear her heartbeat becoming erratic and then slow and become still. Her body was limp and already becoming cold to the touch as soon as she had died I felt euphoric. From midnight till sunup I ravished her body breaking it apart and using every part of her to pleasure myself until all that was left was a blood soaked forest floor, shattered and pulverized bones surrounding me. Just as I was about to head to a river to clean up I decided to keep a little part of her with me for a few hours and shoved her skull up my vagina, it wasn't very big but the feeling of having a woman's skull up their was so amazing that I came once again, my vaginal walls clamping down around it so hard that it shattered.
(Few years later)
It's been a few years since my first kill and I've gotten much better and cleaner at killing, although I don't really get pleasure from sex until I feel them thrashing underneath me or in-between my boobs, that's when the real fun begins and when I begin to loose a little bit of self control. I've killed 23 people in the last few years and I've realized that I need more self control, plus all the disappearances from the circus are being unwanted attention to my coworkers and I don't want them to get in trouble. So I've decided to go to a new city and learn a new job that will teach me some self control, maybe a soldier or blacksmith…maybe even a Butler/maid huhh, if someone would hire a 10'7 wolf woman as a maid. As long as it's not a halfling I'll be fine, I lose my self control much faster around shorter species when it comes to killing. But anyway I need to learn some self control so I'm making a promise to myself to not kill anyone for sexual pleasure for at least 3 years, it's gonna be tough.