Vamp

By Adam

It was 11pm, she'd noticed him at the bar, slouching unsteadily over his last Guinness, his threadbare corduroy jacket trailing in the drips from his pint. 

That old yearning flickered across her blue eyes, the smile masking her cruelty, he notices her at last, dragged from the brink of his self-pity. "Hello" he said, "can I buy you a kebab?" Such a pathetic creature, to think she is reduced to this, she nods and smiles her approval, inwardly nauseated by the prospect of contaminating her precious bodily fluids. They take their leave, his arm heavily about her shoulder, she notices his delicate, pianists hands as the fingers pick at the fur of her coat, 'at least the nails are clean' she thinks. Toppling into the street, she supports him to the take-away next door, where Stavros holds court to nightly hunger, her own hunger making her limbs ache.

"I don't live far.." he says, as he feasts on the congealed contents of his doner, "... if you fancy some fun tonight?" The sickening smirk on his face repels her, yet the singing in her veins draws her arms about him to imply her consent. A few fumbled steps lead them to his door, as unkempt as himself, abraded by time and opportunity missed. 

He leads her to a parlour no different, old, dusty, faded from a former glory, feeble gaslight hiding his eyes, "I didn't realize you could still get gaslight these days" she asked, not really caring, but needing to put him at his ease. "My parents left it in when they bought this old house, but they're gone now and I cant be bothered," he shrugged off his jacket, clutching for the whisky bottle and settling down on the sofa, "come on love... dont be shy!" Shy! she thought, I cant afford to be shy! When the hunger is upon her which no force on earth can deter, there is nothing but food. She cosy's down beside him the reek of the drink making her smile so false and tenderly unbuttons his shirt, their breaths mingling, her pupils dilating with her need. She notices his eyes un reactive in the gaslight, wondering what strangeness lurks within, a kiss passes between them, the filthy fume of dead meat and spirit forgotten, her longing an armour for her loins as the bottle slips from his grasp to the floor.

Passion flaring within him strips her to the skin, the gleaming white flesh drawing him into her, her hands testing his body for inconsistencies, anything which may prevent her need, lust driving her as the sight of the pulse at his neck throbs in her own soul. His mouth at her breast tasting the firmness, teeth dragging a nipple, the shiver in her ejected to the air in a deep sigh, "Oh yes, make me want you!" His own craving hidden beneath the lank black hair spilling on her bosom.

His lips sliding down her body, tongue searching her navel, continues, his prickly chin grazing the lusciousness of her pubic mound, the tickle of tongue tip in her cleft, easing her longing for a moment as his fingers part her fleshy lips bathing in their warm secretions, sliding gently within. A moan escapes her at the forceful nature of his exploration, deep within her, spreading her open and releasing her void to the world, his tongue lapping at her oozing womanliness, beguiling her with his unexpected manipulation. He sucks her mouth, his face glistening with her own juice, she smells her sex and is abandoned to that bittersweet caress, feeling his hardness rubbing her legs, emblazoning her mind with its sticky probing, he stands erect before her, her clutches drawing him in, her lips savouring the exquisite moment before enveloping him, the temptation to bite and devour his being held back by her need to be satisfied.

She feels the throb of blood within him, so vital and full of promise, increasing her desperate want, baring her teeth to his flesh, testing his resilience, tongue drawing forth the juices, wondering if to draw blood now..or later. Panting he drags her head away, she looks up at him, alluring, demanding, waiting for the kill, she displays her body to him tempting his lust, entreating him to enter her. The pressure of his manhood at her gate, she sucks him in, measuring out his life with a delicate inching up its length to encompass him.

His face presses to hers, the fume and reek of hell on their breath a stimulating hors d'oevre to further pleasure. His thrusting brings forth gasps, "Yes... I want.. it all...", her teeth at his neck testing, sucking the sweat, her saliva a caustic burn for him as her tongue trails encouragement and he delivers blow after punishing blow to her womb. She can feel her blood turning to fire, pulsing with its inner life as she receives him, limbs entwined at his back holding him prisoner, locking him in to serve her need, desperately he arches into her trying to break the bond and quench his own suffering. The redness behind her eyes unseen as her talons grip him close, her lips drawn back as the sharp little teeth sink into his shoulder and her climax sweeps over them inducing the rush of his own fluids, bursting within her in sympathy. 

His dead eyes flashing with that inner desperate loneliness, the sharp canines split the skin of her throat biting deep to the source of her being, as he drains the life from her, one sweet sip at a time.

Government health warning: Do not pick up men in bars.