C5 The Hunt (5)

It was either the voice was too low to be audible or the girl was enraptured in pleasure to care for the warning.

She responded to his warning by rocking her hips and stroking frantically at his taut shaft, which was attempting to poke a hole through the denim jeans he was wearing. It rumbled angrily at his underwear, prodding through, and she delighted in the length and thickness of them as she effortlessly glided her body.

"Please don't be hesitant, take it off, and don't hold back any longer." She looked at him pleadingly with her eyes clouded over.

Nathan was having trouble accommodating her request while also attempting to block out the sensation of the exposed and milky area of her neck.

He eyed her tentatively, feeling his Adam's apple move painfully inside his throat.

He blinked once as the sensation of cold reaching his legs for the first time caused him to startle.

Woah! She yelled victoriously as she managed to strip him of his pants with fevered, shaky hands.

His shaft flopped out like rubber, still semi-flaccid in her estimation. She reached out to stroke it, making him open his mouth without releasing his fangs.

The hooker flashed him a seductive smile and then wailed when he bent down to take her mouth in his.

His tongue danced in her mouth, following the pace of her stroking. They were breathing frantically, taking in each other’s breath with urgency, their hearts beating faster than ever.

Nathan felt the sharp pain between his loins, knowing fully well his cock was filled with his load and ready to deposit into the nearest hole.

Her eyes conveyed to him that she desired him to be rough and that she desired to be dirty, but he was also aware that he could not comply with her demands without making a mess of his dinner and that he therefore could not grant her wants.

She screamed as he bunched her hair on his fingers and drove his tongue further into her mouth, grunting into her and lowering his jagged teeth fiercely past her throat, a single streak of rich blood followed the trail he had left making his heart pound at the sight of it.

He flipped her over so that she faced the wall with her back against it.

“My turn!” He backed at her and threw back his head when his hardness nuzzled the tip of her hairy pussy. With his eyes half popping in surprise to find she was wet and prepared for his entrance.

“I need you inside me.” She pleaded with him, fully anticipating that he would fumble around for a box of condoms, but instead, she saw something in his eyes that she was unable to adequately describe.

Nathan’s eyes had turned a torpid Scarlet at the sight of blood. He shut his eyes, stilling the epic dance inside him as he braced himself for the assault.

What the heck! Her mouth was gaping open in shock, but she only realized what was happening too late as the girl saw him slowly shift.

His fangs became longer, canines protruded from the corners of his mouth, and his molars became more brittle and tapered off into fine, sharp points.

His ears shrunk down into a more bat-like shape and became more pointed.

His chest swelled, tearing out of what appeared to be a covered shell, with smooth flesh emerging from what had been scaly skin.

She was unable to flee because she was pinned down by the man who was standing in front of her when he transformed into a monster.

Her two legs were raised, and he was able to settle in between her thighs because they were stretched out and open widely.

The fact that her underwear had slid all the way down was something she couldn't recall ever having done.

Argh. Shhh. "You are driving a wedge between us!" She let out a muffled cry as he plowed into her, slamming into her at the halfway point, and watched her butt bang against the walls as he did so.

She blew a raspberry and clutched to his shoulders rather than submitting to his advances while he was clenching his teeth and pressing into her with unnatural force after he had gulped in some air.

He looked at her with a malicious glint in his eye and pushed her legs far apart as he plowed into her, watching the juices drip out from her love cave. He also gave her an evil glint in his eye.

His thighs slapped on hers, producing a sound similar to that of thunderclaps and the sensation of flesh rubbing on skin.

It was almost as if her presence caused his legs to crumble, but he managed to hold himself together and push himself further into her while grunting and pounding. His strokes caused her to slide along the wall, causing her to crash into his thighs, which he had been using to keep her from falling to the ground.

Her lips were hanging wide as if she were protesting, but the rush of pleasure that she was experiencing washed away the original concerns that were going through her head.

The unlucky young woman was unaware of everything, and she was especially unaware of the blood that was freely flowing from her wounds due to the fact that the kissing didn't go as planned.

The vampire kissed her lips for the final time that night while closely gazing at the blood that was now streaming copiously from the place where his teeth had scraped her skin. Since he had already provided her with a reasonable amount of advance notice, he did not have any feelings of regret regarding his behavior.

The darkness served as the lone eyewitness to the impending slaughter that was about to take place.

She had one leg weak, she was almost catatonic, and she had lost her voice from all of the screaming and moaning she had been doing while he was pistoning his dick into her.

She was still and helpless as she lay there, and the only sign that she was still alive was the steady rhythm of her breathing.

He let out a loud groan as he thrust himself into the crook of her neck with all of his strength and drank in her essence once more from there, lapping the sweat and saliva that had accumulated there. However, he wished it was a smaller amount than it actually was.

Her vitality was ebbing away with it, like a placid brook sneaking past unseen in the midst of a raging torrent of sexual gratification; it was as though she were losing her life along with it.

It was a cunning ruse to ensure that the victim who was about to be fed upon would die in a drawn-out and painless manner. She was losing her color and turning white as her veins, which carried blood, nearly appeared to be extending out across her lethargic body. In spite of this, she never stopped doing the sex dance, which consisted of rocking back and forth in response to the beating that occurred between her legs.

He had already cautioned her. After a certain point, it was no longer his fault. He told himself once more as he attempted, without success, to satisfy his thirst with something completely different rather than her blood.

Too late. Now, even the stray alley cat walking past could sate his lust for blood.

He gazed at the woman who was on the verge of passing out to the other side of the chasm.

She opened her eyes weakly in time to catch his long teeth and his wide nostrils sniffing loudly at her drying, colorless skin. And with the last vestiges of her strength, she uttered a hoarse cry when Nathan’s fangs lodged on her neck.

There was a swearing pain, her shrunken, hollow eyes tried to take in the event. More blood spilled from her neck. The inside of her thighs hurt when his pave had reduced to slow, rotary grinding.

Nathan's eyes closed as he clenched his teeth on the four pulmonary veins that ran from the neck down to the chest. It was possible that he might end up killing her in one swift motion, but he didn't want that to happen under any circumstances.

She was going to die willy-nilly anyway.

Nathan bit little puncturing holes through her papery skin.

He shut his eyes in order to concentrate on the flavor of the blood that was freely flowing into his mouth. It was lower than what he had anticipated. Thus, Nathan took out his frustration on her pussy and picked up the pace, even though his cock had petered out and returned to a semi-flaccid state while he was inside of her.

The vampire let out a deep groan as he lapped up the trickle of blood that was slowly making its way into his mouth. He made a scarlet hickey on her skin, and like a leech, he clung doggedly to it until the whites of her eyes were visible. His lips pursed thinly, dipped inside, and positioned her head for a much harder bite. He then clenched his lips to suckle through the squeezed skin.

Urrgh. The girl gave a last gasp and jerked violently starting from her fingers till Nathan had to hold her tight when she writhed and squirmed like a serpent in his hands.

Sensing his release, Nathan raised his head up and uttered a guttural laughter to the now darkened sky, wiped clean of stars.

The blood dripped from the corner of his mouth and stained his chest while the girl in his arms crumpled to the ground like a sack of hay with blood trailing down her front.

He had cut off the blood supply from her chest and it remained for her to be dead. It was only a matter of minutes.

He hadn't even finished gloating about his awful meal when he heard a scream to his left and his neck snapped uncomfortably to what he thought was a dead end.

Someone had seen him!

Shit! Nathan cursed.

It was one of the girl's friends—one of the few who had bothered to check on her. His eyes flared red, and he backed swiftly away.

He could feel people congregating in the area. Soon, the cops would arrive, and he would either be apprehended or use them all to satiate his hunger.

He cared about some things despite being a rogue vampire, and he couldn't afford to take anything for granted.

With that, Nathan retreated into the shadows of the nearby building after one last look at the withering, bloodied carcass on the unclean ground.