16.1 Fulfilment

The man wastes little time as his hands quickly move to the back of your dress. Cold air brushes against your back when the zipper holding the garment in place is pulled down. Your own hands move along the man's unexpectedly muscular shoulders and begin undoing the buttons of his shirt. In spite of his undesirable personality, you can't help admitting the man isn't all that bad to look at. You feel your actions falter as his neck is fully exposed. Biting your lip, your eyes reflexively trail down the length of his athletic torso. You suppose there's no harm in having a little fun before you continue. Sitting back, you shrug off the straps of your dress revealing your bare bosom. Moving to fully straddle the man, your hands return to his broad shoulders as he begins exploring your soft figure. You can feel his hardening form beneath you as you lean forward to breathe in his sweet scent.

Shifting slightly, you feel him move to begin unbuttoning his pants. You're hardly surprised but hardly care that he only seems focused on his own pleasure. After all, you'll be gaining something far more important when you're through. Sitting up as he removes the rest of his clothes, you casually toss the remainder of your garments aside before burying your face into the side of his neck. Goosebumps form along your skin as your nostrils are invaded by his musky aroma. Instinctually, you run a tongue along his warm skin, taking in the enticing and slightly salty taste. The man groans lightly and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you down onto his fully erect member. You exhale in pleasure his large appendage completely engulfs you. When he moves to push you back on to the couch, you quickly press your hands against his chest in protest.

"Don't move." You murmur into his ear as you begin moving up and down his thick shaft.

The man makes no protest as he slowly settles back against the couch frame. His fingers dig into your sides as you continue sliding along him. You can feel your mouth salivating as you continue to breathe in his intoxicating aroma. The thirst is building and you're not sure how much longer you can hold off. Your pace increases as the mix of desires fill your mind and body. Tightening your grip around him, you let out an audible moan as you climax. You can tell the moderately **** man is already reaching his precipice. Rolling your eyes in annoyance, you continue riding him, hoping for one more orgasm before he's spent. Closing your eyes, you focus on his scent and the momentary pleasure he's bringing. Subconsciously, your tongue slips and runs along his skin again. You can feel the man stiffen slightly as he reaches his peak.

Unable to stand it any longer, you feel your lips part as your teeth sink into his taut skin. The man groans in surprise but is helpless to move as warm liquid fills both your orifices. Confused and instantly weakened, he mumbles in protest, flimsily trying to push you off.

"What are you doing you bitch?" He groans, reaching up to feel the blood currently trickling down his neck.

You can barely focus on his words as the luscious substance fills your very being. With renewed strength, you push him back further into the couch as you hungrily take in every drop of the long awaited liquid. You wonder for a moment if you should stop but fear what might happen should he remain alive. It's not that you want to end his life but it's certainly better than risking adding another one of your kind to the population. You feel the man's hands slowly slip away from your form as he slumps down further. Closing your eyes, you try to tune out of the ghastly last breath he takes before you know the job has been finished. Shakily, you slowly retract your teeth and pull away from the man. His skin appears particularly pale in comparison to the bright crimson splashed across his neck and chest.

The sudden realization of what you've done hits you like a ton of bricks. Trembling from a mix of fear and adrenaline you quickly hurry to the kitchen sink. The blood seems to take forever to wash off, especially from your mouth. Groaning anxiously, you quickly redress and grab the rest of your items. Throwing a final look at the aftermath of your actions, you rush out of the apartment and make your way back to the streets. You're not sure how you're able to find your car so easily but you don't bother questioning it. Images of the scene continue to play in your head as you make your way home. Contrary to your initial belief, you realize it's not regret or remorse but rather excitement you’re feeling. You blanche slightly at the thought but are **** to put it from your mind as there are suddenly more pressing issues. Your hands tighten on the steering wheel as bright lights begin flashing behind you followed by the unmistakable sound of a police siren.