“Before we begin. I thirst for vengeance.”

Gwen smiles. “I expected nothing less. The judge who sent you away has a thirty year old daughter. She is engaged to be married.”

You sneer, showing fangs. “How, delightful.”

“The best part is she has a bachelorrette party tomorrow night.”

You smile. “Perfect.”

“You must be thirsty. We keep an extensive larder.”

Gwen grabs you hand pulling you to a room in the far side of the basement. You walk in.

The smell of excrement and blood hits you. It is intoxicating. A dozen or so humans are chained to the wall. To your right a muscular young man is nearly limp. His many bite marks show he has been well used. Several young woman are gagged and perhaps asleep.

Across the room a middle aged woman in a tattered suit looks at you. “Help me. Please.”

You smile as you glide toward her. Your teeth elongate into fangs. Her eyes widen in terror.

You plunge your fangs into her. You drink deeply, leaving nothing behind.

You finish, leaving her limp desicated body. You turn to Gwen. She smiles at you lustfully, her lips still bloody from her repast.

You kiss her. Her lips and body are warm and inviting.

“It’s been far too long since we fucked.”

Gwen nods as she undoes the button on your pants. You push her down and lift her ivory dress over her sex.

Her slit is hot and wet. You slide in with ease and begin pounding her. She moans in ecstasy.

She swipes a hand across your chest with her sharp black claws. She leaves four deep cuts.

Her mouth curls into an o shape, showing slender bright white fangs. “Ooo.”

Despite the depth of the wound your blood oozes out like molasses. Gwen kisses your chest and then begins sucking and licking as you heal.

The pain drives you wild, bucking into Gwen. She comes with an inhuman squeal. You cum.

The rest of your evening is spent touring the vast estate. You lay down in a guilded coffin, anticipating tomorrow’s party.