The Heat of Hunger
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......The voice came from behind, across the shadowy living room. The quivering figure of a man stayed put on the couch which he was seated in front of the television. Even the cheesy infomercials couldn't keep him from fidgeting. He hadn't even heard the predator enter, and now, despite the distance it had on him, he couldn't dare to move. He couldn't speak, either, his mouth would move but no words would come out. His shivering got stronger. He just couldn't stop.
......He jolted. An array of black, claw-like nails dragged along his neck tenderly. Something stirred in his body as he realized just how vulnerable, how small he was. A flow of his bodily fluids released down his legs, staining his pajamas and the carpet below. He'd pissed himself. His entire form shuddering as he felt it, a helpless moan leaving his lips. "Oh ... god ..." The predator had him in her talons. If the touch was meant to be soothing, it only served to bring the man even more dread.
......Next came the tongue, cold and moist, sliding along his ear. It moved its way gently down further, licking the sweat off of his hot flesh. Both of his shoulders became clasped in her hands, unnaturally strong, pinning him to the couch. He tried to lift up and out of the hold, but found himself slammed right back into the cushion, grunting. He thought he felt his arm snap out of place, but he dared not scream. There was something sharp, like a blade, dragging on his neck now. Was it a knife? No, it was teeth. He froze up and his face went pale as they sunk into his flesh. His eyes rolled up into his head and his shuddering, briefly, came to a halt.
......The vampire moaned against his neck, drinking the lifeblood out of his body. Bliss overcame the two of them, locked in that sensual moment as she fed on him. His pants swell outwards as he feels the rush of arousal running through his body, his penis filling out with blood and becoming impossibly erect. He felt violated. Filthy. Evocative thoughts appear in his head, cravings, desires he never experienced before. He became disgusted with himself as perverse images riddled his mind. The feeding wasn't painful at all anymore, and his fear had remained, but it felt so pleasurable. So carnal. As good as sex? Better than sex.
......A nice, long feast she had on him. To a human, it must have felt like they'd just spend hours in intercourse. The creature of the night finally pulled away as though releasing from a passionate kiss, blood dribbling down her chin and the gash she'd made in his neck. He relaxed in the couch, his face flushed. The beast overtook her. Her fangs pull away, but before he could become absorbed in the bliss of afterglow, the monster grabbed him by the head, firmly in both hands. It felt like her fingers were crushing his skull. A quick twist to the left. Grotesque crackling. The pop of a bursting blood vessel. She wrenched her grip the other way as the man's eyes went blank and lifeless, and ripped her hands upward to decapitate him. Blood sprayed from the open artery as his still-beating heart bathed the huntress in a wash of red.
......Her expression never changed. She turned his head to look it in the eyes, and leaned in to kiss the man's cold, dead lips before dropping it on the ground next to the couch. Humming a solemn, siren-like tune, she disappeared in the darkness, dripping with viscous and coppery syrup. As the corpse on the couch still twitched with the fading of his soul, a sickly sweet whisper left the vampiress' blackened, and completely bloodied lips.
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She vanished from the apartment with a chuckle as cold and frigid as deep winter.
