Blood Drunk [ Bear & Crusade ]

Millions of years of evolution didn't amount to nothing, but by just looking at the collection that were packed into this room like sardines, you would never tell. Top of the food chain and yet they were driven by a simple desire to mate, grinding against each other as they consumed enough alcohol to subdue their great mental capacities. They were literally dumping thousands of dollars a night to not think for just a bit.

But among the herd of humping and grinding cattle, there lay the ultimate predator, a wolf in the sheep's clothing. She was a woman, having groomed herself to meet the requirements for the ever-lusting man. Eva had always been a beautiful woman, but the last few years her descent into madness had treated her well. She worked out as often as most people prayed to god, ate a rather strict diet, and kept her body in near perfect physical condition.

And it was because of her strict regimen that she had attracted a fly into her pretty little honey pot, a rather attractive man that was rather intoxicated. His hands were hungry on her body as they danced -- well, it was closer to dry-humping than anything else. She could feel his cock press against her with every bump and grind, his need plain on his face. It was when she was sure he was just about to toss her to the ground in the club that she leaned close, whispering in his ear that they should return to her place.

The man was more than willing, following her like a good pet ought to. It was all a part of reeling him in, then, her house quite inviting to her guest. Her bed was a lovely thing, scarlet sheets and soft, warm comforter. He practically walked to his own death, tugging her along to his quite literal death bed. It wasn't until this point that she had returned his affections, her lips hungry on his body, hands grasping him and fondling him. She wanted him excited, wanted his blood rushing.

Sex was a messy thing, always had been. And it was never interesting with those that were drunk. He'd been far too eager in removing her clothes, his own following suit. The man had a cock that was rather impressive, but she wasn't paying attention to his swollen length, far too interested in the veins that stuck out on his body, her fingers trailing one.

Eva permitted him to get forceful, to push her down onto the bed, wrestling his way in between her legs as he position his cock against her opening. He thrust inside of her with a grunt, his cock delving deep into her sex as he started to move, his only pace to fuck hard and fast. He was a selfish lover, caring more about his own cock being satisfied than his partner. But that was fine. Eva arched under him, her hands sliding beneath the pillow. She faked a moan, arching up against him and proclaiming something along the lines of him being the best lover she'd ever had.

Her fingers found what they sought, the hilt of a blade that she'd hidden there before leaving in search of prey. Her moaning, writhing bullshit came to a swift halt, a true smile coming to her lips as she brought the blade across his belly, his blood gushing over her in hot gushes, his intestines falling out onto her stomach.

"Ah, yes," Finally, her lover wasn't so selfish, emptying himself upon her to make a hot, sticky mess of red on her sheets and between her legs. She was finally enjoying the sex, her hips bucking up into his now unmoving hips, his weight coming down upon her as his strength died with him. She came to her orgasm as he died on top of her, the last of his blood seeping out in slow drips.

As satisfying as it was to control man like this, it was always so disappointing afterwards. Such a mess to clean up, what with the blood and the body to dispose of. It was second nature to her by now, a process that was well worth the rewards she got.

And again, tonight, she found herself in the breeding grounds again, primed and ready for the hunt...

It was a real bitch having been alive long enough to see the world go to shit. Well, technically, he wasn't alive. He was just...undead. Will had been around for the roaring twenties. He'd seen prohibition and the Great Depression turn the country on its head. He'd been around in the 50's, when drive-ins and diners and the All-American dream were things that were tangible. That had been his favorite decade. He would have loved things to stay the way they had back then. Innocence with a touch of rebellion. It was a beautiful thing.

Unfortunately, as the years passed and the general populous got dumber and dumber, it seemed that the landscape became more and more depressing. Will managed to be just coy enough to fit into the lame social constructs. He feigned interest in rap music and copious amounts of alcohol. He went to clubs and parties and drank and smoked his fair share. But as the nights died down and the people started passing out or stealing away to fuck in stairwells or guest bedrooms, that's when Will's fun began.

The tall, handsome vampire stalked his prey. Sometimes, he would seduce a woman into bed with him and drink her blood while he was still inside of her. It was such a treat to feel the life leave someone while in the act. He loved watching the color leave their face as he drained them of their life blood, his mouth twisted in a crimson grin. He'd grown used to the taste of alcohol from the blood of his victims. They all varied in their levels of inebriation, but most were extremely drunk when he killed them.

And the best part of it all, was it so effortless. It really didn't matter where he took them. There was no mess aside from the load he'd leave inside of them or on their face or chest. He'd been undead long enough that he didn't have to worry about being tracked from the DNA in his cum. He was off the grid long enough for that to be a concern. He could get off, get his fill of blood and then go right back to it without a second thought. It was a beautiful thing. He just wished his victims had been better company. In most cases, they were just mindless sluts who would do anything for a handsome guy with a big cock who wasn't opposed to buying them drinks.

It was an insatiable thirst that had brought Will out to one of the more popular clubs in town. He'd been watching from a corner of the bar, a drink in his hand. He watched the way the patrons danced, as if their hips only moved in one way. It was the ritualistic dance of the oversexed and depraved. Women with their tits falling out of their tops, spilling drinks on their prospective fuck buddies while the men rubbed their dicks on said woman's thigh as they dry humped their way across the floor.

He just laughed to himself and let out an exasperated sigh. What a time to be...him. He would find one of those women, make stupid small talk about where the dumb bitch went to college and her goals and aspirations, which usually included 'traveling the world' or 'just like, doing me, ya know?'. For the time being, he was content with staying in the shadows, but by night's end, the real fun would begin.

In the world of predator and prey, it was always easy to tell when one's hunting ground was being shared. Eva couldn't see the Hunter, but she could feel him. The back of her neck tingled with the excitement of another of her kind so near... But still, so far. A mystery. And it wasn't until she had lost interest in pursuing a man that she saw him - there, at the bar.

It wasn't his stance that told her what he was, or even the way he veered from the crowd. No, it was his eyes. They were almost a mirror of her own, beautiful in the way a doll's eyes would be, but lacking in emotion. They were like polished glass, long since dead and gone. And she felt the draw, the charge in the air that made her breathing labored and her stomach hard as a rock.

But no, too soon to permit him to make her... Feel.

Eva broke herself away from the crowd, making her way over to the bar with a determined away to her hips. She didn't pussyfoot around, pulling out the seat directly next to him and placing herself in it, crossing her legs so that her foot slid slowly against his leg. Her eyes were on him as the bartender approached, her lips curling into a soft smile. "Just a coke, please." She took her drink with a smile, sipping from it as she evaluated him quietly.

"You look like the type of trouble I want to be in."

Will had seen her from across the room. The look in her eyes told the whole story. She wasn't like the others he pursued. She didn't have the sort of mindless eyes that told him she was an airhead looking to be fucked and forgotten about. No, there was some purpose in the sway of her hips and the way she made her way straight for the seat beside his own.

He grinned when he saw her sit down and then nodded his head appraisingly when he felt her foot run over his leg, his eyes drinking in her body. He felt she was probably the only patron of the entire bar whose company he didn't feel the urge to shoo away. She wasn't the type he wanted to drain. She felt different.

Her comment brought forth a wicked grin and he shifted himself to face her more directly. "Coming from someone who ordered a coke, I don't really know what to make of that," he told her, raising an eyebrow suggestively. His eyes shifted from the hand that was wrapped around the glass up to her eyes. There was something about those eyes.

"What makes you think I'm trouble?" he asked, taking a sip of his own drink. It was some sort of concoction of liquor mixed with coke that ended up looking exactly like the woman's drink. He didn't even really have to drink for the buzz. The blood he fed off of was enough to get anyone drunk.

The man had taken the bait, hook and all it seemed. Her lips curled into a coy and seductive smile, the facade of sex appeal taking over where she lacked in other social departments. Her foot was making a slow trail up and down his leg in soft motions as she sipped her drink, not really enjoying it but wanting the distraction from the fact her hands weren't wrapped around a throat.

"Alcohol dims the mind and dulls the senses. It inhibits the higher decision making skills and leads to sloppy mistakes... Coke, on the other hand only rots your teeth if you partake in too much." She took a slow sip from the glass, relishing the sizzle of bubbles against her tongue, letting the tip slide across the rim to catch a few runaway drops. Eva set the glass down, watching his eyes appraise her as she had done him.

He finally asked the most important question - why was he trouble? Ah, so many answers and so little time. "Honestly, most of it is instinct. I was watching you. You aren't drinking to get drunk. You aren't dancing to get aroused. You aren't inebriated enough to be an alcoholic... So why are you here?" She leaned in close, resting a hhand comfortably on his knee.

"What reason besides sex or alcohol would an attractive man come to where people play the part of fools and jesters... What would make you come here?" She purred the words, barely over a whisper so no one else could hear. "I think you're here for the people that make poor choices. The sluts and whores. The ones so fucked beyond belief that no one notices of they walk away with a stranger... And that no one notices they never came back."

She was close enough that she could smell him, his masculine musk making the beast in her writhe. Eva forced it down, her mouth close to watering from the want to bite him, break his skin, truly and delightfully taste of him.

"Am I wrong in thinking that?"

The air of confidence this woman possessed warmed his usually cool body. He watched the trajectory of her foot, knowing it was no mistake she was doing so.

The way she spoke about alcohol made it seem as if she was in the same business as him. Will had never met anyone who took such a genuine interest in him. She had clearly studied him and had decided on his motives before he even had a chance to explain himself. The thing was, she was so accurate, it was as endearing as it was terrifying.

He watched the way she'd treated her glass of coke, seductive even in the way she went about drinking it. He wondered if this was all part of the act or if it came naturally to her. Whatever it was, it was working. She'd grabbed his attention.

The hand on his knee was something else he hadn't expected and when he felt it there, he instinctively moved his own over the top of it. He didn't like to relinquish control and just having his hand atop her own made him feel more at ease with things.

As he listened to her theory, it struck him as bizarre that she was so keen on why he was there. The only thing he could derive from how much she knew was that she either had been one to do the same, she was with the authorities and had been tracking him or she had once been a victim of a man stalking his prey the way Will had been.

"You're a little too perceptive," he told the woman whose name he didn't yet know. His hand that rested atop her own gave a firm squeeze and his eyes found her own.

"You wouldn't be wrong in thinking any of it," Will said, his voice breathy, but assured. She was so close he could feel the heat radiating off of her body, but he didn't move away. He was captivated.

"It's a strange thing, though. You being so perceptive. What's your angle? How do you know so much about me? And if you really do know so much, why haven't you run for the hills yet?" He spread his legs that were propped up on his stool a bit and shifted her hand that had been on his knee upwards, letting it travel far enough up his thigh that she would be able to feel the impressive outline of his cock through his slacks.

"Is this what you're here for?"

Ah, her levels of perception had not failed her it seemed. He seemed unsettled for her to have guessed such a great deal about him already but not completely offput by the way she was talking. Instead, he seemed enthralled with the fact she had seen so cleverly through his disguise, so we'll stitched for the sheep but obvious to the wolf. And evil could find evil.

The beast in her was alive with activity, thrumming in her chest like a nest of bees ready to attack. But no, he wasn't prey. He was... To be decided. He met confidence with confidence, hand on hers in an almost affectionate manner, the feeling different but not disturbing to her. His skin in comparison to hers felt cold and she was interested in why the cool felt so hot against her.

He confirmed what she already knew, the coy smile turning triumphant as she was affirmed in her beliefs about him. But it was his turn to take the lead, his hand dragging hers up his thigh to gently cup his cock. She could feel its girth beneath her hand, the slow throb making her sex ache in a way that it hadn't done since she was a much younger monster.

It wasn't her prize, but she didn't move her hand from it, instead leaning in towards him and letting her thumb stroke his tip slowly through his slacks.

"My interest lies elsewhere." She assured him softly, close enough that her lips were at his ear, tickling the lobe gently as she spoke, "I could be persuaded to take interest, though." Eva slid from her seat smoothly, hand still resting upon his length gently as she came to stand behind him, arms wrapped around him in a soft embrace.

Eva nestled her cheek against his neck, letting her lips trail gentle kisses up and down his jugular as she stroked him gently through his slacks. Her teeth dug into his skin, a gentle bite but enough to be a sharp pinch. She released neck and cock at the same time, hands sliding up his chest to rest on his shoulders. "Come show me what you are."

There was such an air of mystery with this one. Will could usually read women like a book. That was probably untrue. He could read the drunken sluts who frequented those clubs like a book. There was very little under the surface. They were easy...perhaps too easy.

But this woman was different. He couldn't just look into her eyes and know all about her. He didn't think he could just take her back to his place and treat her the way he had so many other women. No, she had substance. It was intriguing. It was alluring.

Will watched the movement of her thumb against the head of his cock through his slacks. He was hard and his shaft spasmed in response to her gentle touch. Her lips against his ear gave a chill to his already cool flesh and he raised his eyebrows when he heard word that her interest lied elsewhere.

"When she slipped from the seat and moved behind him, Will turned his head to the side just so he could see her out of his peripheral vision. He was never one to fully relinquish control and just the thought of her behind him with her hands in such a compromising position had him on pins and needles.

There was an involuntary grunt of displeasure when she slipped her hand from his cock, but the bite she gave him relieved it quickly. He closed his eyes and savored the feeling before lifting himself from his seat. He looked into the woman's eyes, mulling over what she'd said to him.

Was he really capable of revealing his true self to her? She couldn't possibly understand, could she? Then again, she'd been such an enigma, it was hard to argue that it wouldn't at least be entertaining to involve her in one of his acts. She seemed dark and disturbed. Maybe she'd get some twisted pleasure in what he did. Ah, what the hell? He was feeling charitable and the woman was sexy. She'd taken quite a good hold of his cock and bit him. She was a little freak, even if it was in contrast to the sort of sluts he'd grown accustomed to at the clubs.

"If I agree to this, you have to agree to help me. Well, help in the sense that the woman...slut...I choose, is not only interested in myself, but you as well." He looked into her eyes and brought his hand up to her face, his long finger moving to her lips. He traced her lips with his fingertip before leaning in to kiss them quickly.

Pulling back, he locked eyes with her again. "Do you think you can do that for me? If you want to see who I am, it'll be the easiest way for us to...both be involved."

He couldn't believe he was taking this next step with someone whose name he didn't even know. It was a huge risk, but she brought a feeling of invincibility inside of him. With her, he felt nothing could go wrong. He quite possibly found someone who understood him.

Even as intriguing as he was, poor Will was just as easily controlled by the handle ebetween his legs as any man. It was almost too easy for her to enjoy being a cock tease, though she couldn't deny that for once she craved to have him. And not just to feel his blood against her, but to feel him inside of her and taking her as passionately and rough as any man could. Her cunt wanted him, throbbed in desire and was aching for him... But not yet.

His kiss only exacerbated her issue, body arching to press against him, her hands reaching up to grasp his throat. She could taste his mouth, the sweet of coke and bite of alcohol mixed with a familiar tang. The metallic taste drove her more basic part wild, tongue moving to slide across his lower lip as she groaned softly. It was a bitter disappointment when he pulled away, her mouth hungry for him still. He tasted like blood and she was suddenly hyperaware of just how thirsty she was.

Her brows twitched down at the center, creasing a bit as her lips formed a soft frown. Her hands dug into him, this time less affectionately, "What are you?" The whisper was a mix of amazement and deep frustration, almost to the point of anger. But he had already pitched what it would take for him to divulge his true nature. And that... That she was curious to see.

He had lit the spark in her that had been dead for a very long time.

Eva held eye contact a few moments longer before she released him, feeling the sexual and mental frustrations too deeply for her own comfort. She didn't care if he followed, as her attention was on the crowd now. Her eyes became cold again, watching the dancing monkeys with apathy. It took only a few moments before she found a girl suitable - a young brunette with a smile plastered on her face and a dress tight enough to prove she hadnt worn panties. How considerate.

She led the way to the girl, weaving through the crowd until she was close enough to dance her way in. At this close of a range, she had to act. And act she did, letting her hands playfully slide onto the girl's hips, tugging her back against her own body. She was willing, laughing as she ground back against Eva with vigor.

From there, it only took basic seduction and softly whispered suggestions for the girl to held against her. Eva let her hands slide over succulent flesh, one moving to rub the girl through her dress as her other hand boldly grasped a breast. Eva let her eyes lift, finding her mate with a wicked smile as she slid up the hem of the dress, fingers sliding to the other's wet sex.

The girl was like puddy then, gasping gently as Eva worked her fingers into her hot cunt, which felt... Almost virginal. Close, at least. She withdrew her hand after a few moments of pleasure, kissing her neck softly. "Why don't you come with me? I can show you a good time..." She purred, voice dripping honey.

There was hesitation.

But not for long.

Eva led the girl from the crowd, the sheep following the wolf to its own death willingly. She glanced back at Will, beckoning him to join.

Will hadn't expected the woman to be so willing a participant. He figured he would have secured the slut in question and she would have been a side piece in terms of the lure. Surprisingly, she took complete control. Will stalked her from afar, keeping enough of a distance that it didn't appear he was with her, but he was close enough that he could see everything she was choosing to do.

The victim she found was exactly the type of brainless whore Will would have settled on. She was the type who prepped for the club knowing she was going to end up in a strange bed at the end of the night being fucked by a complete stranger.

Will stood in the middle of the dance floor, pushing aside potential fuck buddies who were all too eager to grind against his leg and rub their fat asses on his crotch. Had it been any other night, he'd have given them attention, but on this night he wanted nothing to do with them.

It wasn't long before Eva had engaged the woman and his eyes fixed on the two of them as he watched her get closer. He watched her hand snake beneath the girl's dress. It was incredible how easily she'd worked it. It was almost like watching himself in a mirror, except she was using her feminine wiles instead of Will's insistence on flaunting his huge cock.

When it seemed she had finished with the stranger's cunt and they were exchanging pleasantries, Will knew she'd sealed the deal. He was hungry to not only drain this slut of blood, but he was curious to see if the two women would engage in more devious behavior behind closed doors. He wouldn't mind getting a little closer to watch the show.

As his mind started to wander, Will had to shake his head of the pervasive thoughts, doing so just in time to notice the two women were leaving the dance floor. Will saw her beckon him to join and he hurried through the crowd to catch up with them.

He didn't have a clue if Eva had mentioned to the slut that they'd be a party of three. So, he just sort of slid in on the other side of Eva and wrapped an arm around her, leaning in so the slut could see him there as well. He had no idea where Eva was planning on taking them. Back to her place? A hotel? His place? The slut's place? It really didn't matter. He took lives wherever he could. He wasn't picky when it came to death beds.

"Mind if I join the two of you?" he asked openly, hoping Eva would engage him and make the transition from two to three a seamless one.

"I might not be as fun as this one, but I'm still a pretty good fucking time," Will added, trying to sound as young as his face portrayed. He wanted to let the slut know that he knew Eva and that he wasn't some rando trying to spoil their good time.

Her partner was hooked into the pursuit from the moment she had left him, an ever present being that watched her hunt from afar. With the prey secured, he joined her again, arm around her body and voice in her ear. Oh, she wanted nothing more than for him to join, but she gauged her answer from the other girl's curious and nervous face.

Eva let out a laugh, and it sounded drunk. "Maybe, big boy. Why don't you come with us and see what we you got?" She had taken a slur to her voice, but her face hadn't changed, one of the few flaws in her mask of lost sobriety. Eva smirked, leading the girl away down the street. She let the girl lean on her for support, giggling at the thought of being a creature of mutual attraction between two genders.

Her home wasn't far enough from the club to warrant a vehicle, but it was secluded enough that it was the best privacy a killer could hope for. Tucked away by the soccer moms and the flirtatious dad's was a single story cottage style house with pale grey paint. It was quaint, and tastefully... Boring.

Nothing about it made the prey buck away in fear, instead instilling confidence that Eva must surely be one of them. She unlocked the door, flipping on lights to reveal a minimally decorated home that was scrupulously cleaned. "Nice place," the girl commented, though she seemed to be losing the high of being out and about with a couple.

Eva lead the way into her home, pulling the girl towards her room. The bed dominated most of it, a massive king that was as comfortable as it was appealing. The girl made herself at home, sitting down on the edge with a soft smile. Eva smiled back, sliding out of her heels.

"I've never done this before... With a girl, you know?" She glanced between Eva and Will, her nerves starting to show. "Don't worry. I'll take care of you." She assured, sliding onto the bed next to her. She leaned in, grasping the girl's jaw gently to pull her into a kiss, her tongue exploring her mouth hungrily. Her hands slid up the girl's thigh, raising her dress up above her hips.

Eva kept kissing her as she started to work the girl's clit in slow circles, her mouth pulling back to kiss at her neck. "Take off your dress." The command was growled, Eva's teeth tugging gently on the material as she slid two fingers into the girl's already quivering sex. She was eager to obey, tugging it off her body and tossing it aside as she gasped and moaned, hips bucking up to Eva's hand.

She pushed her back onto the bed, sliding off the edge and positioning herself between her knees. Eva added another finger as her tongue started slow attention on the girl's clit, fingers fucking her roughly as she made a show of writhing on the bed, thighs trembling as she fought to clamp them about her head. She leaned in closer, wrapping lips around the sensitive nub to suck softly, the very tip of her tongue flicking it.

Eva pulled away, kissing the sluts mound, "There is a condom under the pillow. Wrap your cock." She told Will, lying blatantly. Her eyes were on him as she returned to pleasing the girl, eager to see his reaction when he found instead her blade. Her killing tool, sweetly hidden for delightful play.

The trek from the club out into the night had gone about as well as expected, but Will never anticipated they would be taking a walk to the final destination. He could really begin to gauge whether the slut was down to add another one to their little party, but she hadn't fled and that's about all they could have hoped for. After all, she didn't necessarily need to be a willing participant in the festivities once the fun began. All they needed was her body and a bit of coaxing. The rest didn't really make much of a difference.

Will was a little taken aback when he saw the community Eva lived in. It was so quiet and unassuming and her house blended in so well, it was absolutely perfect. He wanted to formally commend her on her ability to fit as well as he'd managed to. He didn't know what she was all about, but he reasoned she was more like him than she was the slut.

Once inside the almost sterile looking home, Will followed the two into the bedroom and was sure to close the door behind them. He stood beside the bed and watched as Eva took control just as she had in the club. Will had never witnessed women intimate like that in person and the sight was making Will grow harder inside of his pants.

He watched as the woman pulled her dress off, her body on full display to the wandering eyes of both he and Eva. If she wasn't into women, she sure as hell was fulling him. She seemed a natural, the way she settled between the whore's legs and tasted her cunt. Will didn't want to seem like he was just awkwardly lurking in the room, so eventually he settled on the bed beside the splayed out whore and leaned down, his tongue flicking out over one of her nipples. He didn't want to get too close and feel the hunger take over his body and get carried away too soon. Instead, he stuck to her breasts, one hand toying with the other while he suckled the pink nub into his mouth and let his teeth graze teasingly against it as he pulled back.

Will was willing to play along, but her command to wrap his cock seemed pretty arbitrary. Given the business he was in, condoms didn't serve much of a purpose, since aside from disease, he doubted he would be getting any of the stiffs pregnant.

He gave her a nod and pulled back from the slut's chest. He lifted himself to his feet and before he even moved for the condom, he started to undo his belt and then his pants. Even if it wasn't what she had in mind, it would do him good to free his cock from the tight confines of both pants and boxers.

He hooked his thumbs inside both and tugged them down quickly, kicking them from his ankles along with his boots. His cock sprung free with a vengeance, huge and imposing in its current semi-hard state.

Reaching beneath the pillow for the condom, what Will did find he pulled from the safety of the pillow, his eyes delighting in the sight of the blade. He smirked as he made eye contact with Eva, giving her a nod of approval as if to say they were on the same page.

While she was still tending to the slut, Will slipped the blade back under the pillow for the time being. He kept his hand on the handle while his other hand nudged the slut's chin so she'd look in his direction and see the imposing cock there waiting near her face.

"Suck that cock," he told her, gripping the blade more tightly. He'd always wanted to see someone cut open while they were sucking him off and she seemed as good a candidate as any. He was usually one for a less bloody affair, choosing instead to bask in the liquid in his mouth, but judging by the blade, Eva liked things messy. He could roll with that.

She was intoxicated. Far more than any drink could get her and too far gone to be salvaged as so much as a decent person. Eva could pratically feel the girl's heart racing even from between her legs as the thrill of being pleasured and watched filled her. The girl was so stupid, so willing to let them have their way that she may as well slit her own throat.

Eva watched her new friend slide the blade from beneath the pillow, appraising it quietly and returning it with a nod to her. She smirked, watching him pull the girl's chin up so that her face was near his cock. Her body ached at the thought of him taking her instead, but she was sure that she would get her own time with him.

The girl wasn't opposing to it, sucking him with the experience of someone that has serviced perhaps one cock too many for her young years. Eva slid from between the girl's thighs and slid her own dress off, working her panties and bra off slowly to expose herself completely.

She returned to the bed with her eyes on Will, straddling the girl's hips gently. Her body lowered until she was grinding herself on the girl, their mounds rubbing gently and softly stimulating. Eva slid her hand into the girl's hair, grasping a fistful gently, then with sudden vigor. "Come now, girl," She purred, "You can do better." She was rough as she twisted hair and forced the girl throat deep onto his cock, a wet gag coming from her as she struggled around the harsh invasion.

Eva leaned towards him, licking and nibbling at his stomach sweetly, her hand doing quite the opposite with the whore's head on his cock. She was forcing her to gag and choke around him, pulling her head off only so she could gasp for breath before being shoved back down onto him, her arousal replaced instead with fear.

Even as the young slut began servicing his cock, Will's attention was paid instead to Eva. That wasn't to say it wasn't good head. She sucked his cock with all the vigor and excitement of a porn star and Will's cock responded by growing even harder inside of her mouth.

He watched intently as Eva undressed, his eyes appraising her the same way they had her blade. She was impressive and it was clear she took great care in that body of hers. It was probably one of the many reasons she had no problems coaxing men (or women) back to her place to have her fun with them.

He licked his lips as he watched her mount the slut, watching her thrash their mounds together. Her instruction to the slut made him grin and when he saw her start forcing his huge cock down her throat, he nodded with head and grinned again, locking eyes with Eva. If she was going to be such an asset, he would be sure to include her on more of these little rendezvous, especially if she was into the same shit he was.

"What's say we give her something else to gag on?" he asked his new friend, whose name still eluded him. He raised an eyebrow and then retrieved the blade from beneath the pillow. The slut had so much cock forced down her throat for so long, she was coughing and gagging and her eyes were a tear stained mess. She would never see what was coming.

As Eva continued to force her to take obscene amounts of his shaft, Will slipped the sharpened blade across the slut's throat with a firm hand. The flesh split with ease and blood shot from her jugular like a fountain, spraying them and the rest of the room like a geyser.

Will slipped his cock from her mouth and as she gasped and gagged on her own blood, Will dropped down as if possessed by the blood, his tongue lapping at it and sucking straight from the source, where her exposed esophagus was bubbling the blood she was currently choking on and effectively dying from.

Will lifted his head to grin at Eva with a blood stained face, his face a mess as well. His eyes shone more sadistically and he hoped that look alone would convey what he wanted to get across to her.

Going back to the source, he filled his mouth again, this time in the mood to share. He tilted Eva's head back and settled his mouth above her own, willing her to open her mouth for him before he let the blood flow from his mouth into his own, groaning at the sight. It was about the most erotic thing he'd ever been a part of and his cock throbbed more in response to seeing Eva in her element than it had with the slut's lips wrapped around it.

Had he finally found someone who understood him?

There was nothing in the girl's tear stained face or pleading eyes that evoked pity or mercy from her. There was no guilt as she saw the raw panic of possibly dying from being choked in such a manner. And there was no better aphrodisiac than seeing Will enjoying it all, his cock having grown to its full length inside of the bitch's cunning mouth.

The blade came so suddenly that even Eva didn't have time to prepare for it fully, the hot spray making her vision turn red as it covered her face and dripped from her eyelashes in thick drops. It hung from her lips and made trails down her body, delicate pieces of artwork that she admired lavishly.

Her eyes watched him as he bent down to her throat, suckling the blood out of her tenderly, his mouth dripping with it. Her own tongue slid out, licking her lips jealously as she debated drinking from the source herself. Instead, he took another long draw from the girl, tilting Eva's head back and letting it fall into her mouth. Her tongue came alive then, cleaning her lips of the sticky mess as it dripped into her.

Eva grasped his neck then, drawing him to her harshly as she forced her lips against his. She forced the dying girl down to the bed as she scrambled off of her, drawing closer to Will and pulling him closer to her. Her lips released him and she tilted her head, tongue dragging across his blood-soaked cheek slowly.

And it was then that her monster wanted him, as her red sheets turned a new shade of crimson and the girl took her last rattling breaths. It was now. Her hands dug into him, pulling him down to the bed and legs wrapping around his hips, her own rising to grind on him with a hot, primal need. She didn't just want him. She needed him.

Will had never shared his primal urges with anyone. It was an experience he hadn't ever expected to partake in. When Eva revealed her true self to him, it was almost surreal to thing he could share in all of it with another person. And it certainly didn't hurt that it was Ava he had to share it with.

When she grabbed him forcefully, he was a little taken aback, but the kiss quelled any of his doubts. The taste of blood and the dumb slut's cunt were present on Ava's lips. He was used to being in control and Eva was showing him that it was alright to relinquish it every now and then, as long as he kept his wits about him. Eva was a psychopath and he needed to remind himself that, no matter how unbelievable it all was. Who knew if she'd ever decide to turn that blade on him.

Pulling back from her lips, Will let out a groan of sheer ecstasy at the feeling of Eva's tongue dragging across his cheek. He reveling in how filthy she could be. Feeling himself being pushed down onto the bed, Will's eyes narrowed as he looked up at Eva. She was like an animal in heat. He figured it must have been the blood.

As she started to grind on him, Will reached down and grabbed hold of his cock. He angled it just right, his free hand taking hold of one of Eva's hips so he could slip inside. His body was wedged against the dead girl and he could feel her skin starting to cool as the life and blood drained from it.

"Blood and cock...that's all you need, isn't it?" he asked her, reaching up to grab hold of Eva's hair. He gave it a rough tug as he thrust his hips upward, his cock bounding inside of her, the girth stretching her tight cunt. With the same hand, he forced her mouth down to his shoulder, getting a chill as he felt the heat from her breath. "Bite me. Taste me."

The man was absolutely ravishing, his skin's flavor mixing with the blood and making the metallic substance have a salty hint to it. He reeked of death and pain, of years of drinking blood and enjoying the more primal needs of life. She was addicted to him, as much as anyone of her kind could ever be, and she needed him more with each passing moment.

His cock felt so cold against her that she shivered at the feel of his head on her opening, her body craving him. She slid her arms around him, grasping him and clinging to him as if he were attempting to leave. Her lips pulled back from her teeth in a growl as he snatched her head back by the hair, a low hiss coming from her throat.

She didn't object to him shoving her face into his shoulder as his cock forced itself into it. Her throat let out a low, slow groan as her hips arched up to press into him. Her mouth opened and her teeth dug into him, eager enough to take him and break his flesh. Her teeth were adept at breaking skin, the harsh bite bringing large, fat drops into her mouth.

Eva moaned even deeper than she had when he entered her, her tongue wiping the blood clean as it welled. "You..." She pulled away, wiping at her blood-stained lips, "What are you?" She demanded, her voice angry and confused, "Your blood tastes... Different. Wrong."

Will didn't anticipate having to have a history lesson in the midst of fucking, but it was clear that Eva hadn't put two and two together. He was convinced when she'd seen how hungry he was for her blood and felt the coolness of his skin that she would figure it out on her own. What was even more surprising was it took until she tasted his blood for her to really start to ask questions.

The bite had been bliss. Will closed his eyes tightly and winced as she broke the flesh, willing his extra potent blood into her mouth. When she pulled back , Will's hands were on her hips, almost willing her to buck them, not wanting any of the proceedings to stop. She was disturbed, that much was for sure, but he didn't know if his admitting to being a vampire would scare her off or thrill her.

"Wrong? he asked her, his voice taking on a different tone. One of offense. He narrowed his eyes at her and grabbed her hips more possessively. "I thought someone like you would have figured it out by now," he added, one of those hands that had been on her hip moved to cup her breast so she could feel just how cold he was on a more sensitive area of flesh.

"The blood lust, the lurking in the shadows, my pale, cool skin. I'm a vampire," he muttered, his eyes never leaving hers. If she had a problem with his admission, she would die. He had no use for her if she was going to find a problem with him. He thought Eva was different, but when he heard the anger in her voice, he started to have his doubts.

The taste of him was in her mouth and her primal being was struggling to comprehend it. The flavor was off and she couldn't understand. It tasted old, like when someone donated blood and let it sit for too long. It also tasted cleaner than anything else she had ever enjoyed, like it had been filtered through the highest level of cleanser. But the thing about it that made her beast pause was that it tasted dead. Very long dead. And the blood of a dead man was no treat.

She didn't care about offending him, didn't even acknowledge his tone as he announced what he was. Instead, her eyes narrowed. What type of man was this that he couldn't even tell the truth? Was he some delusional freak pretending to be something utterly impossible? It was hard to tell. She wasn't sold on his assurance of his status, her eyes moving from his face to the weapon.

"Vampires don't exist." Her tone was flat, completely without the zest she had shown before. This man was quite obviously a fake, too insecure about his identity as a murderer to accept the truth of the best inside. But that didn't mean he was completely useless to her. She didn't feel the urge to kill him, but she didn't feel the same fondness as before. She needed... Proof.

Her eyes locked onto his mouth His, hands reaching up to close around his throat, "If you are a vampire... Prove it." Her hands applied pressure, thumbs digging into his esophagus. "Expose yourself. Bite me." It was a challenge, the fire back in her eyes as she offered her neck to him, back arching gently.

Eva continued to prove to be so unlike anyone he'd ever met that he wouldn't have been surprised if the whole encounter was some sort of fever dream. Her skepticism in light of their night together was off-putting, but he couldn't necessarily blame her. It wasn't as if vampires were members of society. They were the subject of lore and mutterings, but no one had come through and confirmed their existence.

His eyes bore through her and as her grip around his throat tightened, he smirked. "How much more proof do you need? I'm sure the taste of my blood is different. What man have you ever been with who's had a cold cock? My entire body is cool to the touch." He narrowed his eyes and reached up to drag the cool pads of his fingers over the expanse of her neck. His cock twitched as he watched her offer herself to him.

Was this what she really wanted? Did she want him to delve forward and take her? Her scent overwhelmed him and his body tingled in response. If that was what she truly wanted, he would oblige. He was almost convinced that Eva was his soulmate, a twisted freak of a woman who understood the complexities of death and the beauty of it as much as he did.

The hand that had trailed over her neck moved to her hair. He eased his fingers through her locks and with his free hand, tugged her hand from his throat. He sat up and drew her down to his mouth. He bore his fangs and looked at her face before he delved forward and took her neck into his mouth. He pierced her skin and let out a groan as he began to taste her, her blood as pleasurable as any he'd ever sampled.

She wanted proof. She was getting proof.

Even with the attraction that she felt towards him, she could feel that it was slowly being poisoned by his brand of insanity. It would take someone truly crazy to believe that they were a creature of the night that lived on blood. She could understand and even love someone that had a similar love for blood as her, but to outright state that they were a mythical fucking creature that hid in the shadows and couldn’t even eat a slice of garlic bread? That was a realm that she didn’t want any part of. Should the man prove to be anything but what he stated, it would be a deep loss for her, but another dead body was nothing of any importance to her.

“You sound like a rerun from Twilight.” Was her only counter to him talking about his cool to the touch body parts, and it was true that she had never felt anyone alive whose skin was as chilled as his, but there was just nothing about just cold hands that made her believe in him. For all she knew, he just had poor circulation and high self esteem in his ability to lie.

There was admittedly a bit of fear as she exposed her neck to him, possibly one of the softest parts of her body that she guarded more preciously than anything else. Eva had slit enough throats that she knew precisely how delicate of a situations he had put herself in. She was putting far more trust in this man that she ought to, but she couldn’t stop the fact that she was, perhaps fatally, attracted to him.

Genuine surprise crept onto her face when she felt the pierce of his fangs, her blood running hot into his mouth as her body clenched. He groaned against her and she let out a noise of her own, a moan that almost sounded like she had climaxed. The pain was so close to pleasure that perhaps she had, her body arching up into him instead of away from the pain, her hands gripping him as she let out another soft gasp. With his ‘proof,’ she had come alive.

“Ah, god,” She groaned, grasping him with hands that suddenly became like claws, “Fuck me.”