A few minutes alone...

I thrust my leg in between hers, and shift my body there. I grind my knee against her crotch, and whisper in her ear "Its been sooo long. Won't you play with me?" She looks at me, and in her eyes I see nothing but fear and terror. I remember that after so long without feeding, I probably look like a withered corpse. So I decide to change tactics. "I'm going to let go of your arms. If you struggle or resist in any way, I'm going to throw you off this tree." Her eyes widen as she looks down, and she quickly nods.

I let go of her arms, but I notice she keeps them where I left them. My free hand dances down her figure. When I approach her crotch, my hand slips under the band of her pants to grip her warmth. She shudders at the touch of my cold fingers, and moans into my hand. It doesn't take long for her to become moist, and I pick up the pace. Despite her revulsion at my appearance, her body betrays her and she is quickly approaching an orgasm. I whisper in her ear "That's it.... you're almost there. Just a little more....". I can sense the building energy in her body, and I know its almost time. I kiss and lick her neck, and right before she peaks, I sink my fangs into a throbbing vein.

The bite pushes my prey over the edge, and she has the biggest orgasm she has ever had in her life. I shudder as her warmth flows into my mouth. Orgasmic blood always brings a kind of chemical high to me, and I don't think I've ever tasted anything, or anyone, as good as she tasted. I hold her tight, and open the wound a little more, bringing me a headrush. I can feel myself being revitalized, the wrinkles and red pupils fading as I drain her life essence. My prey is still in her post-orgasm high, and I doubt she noticed, or cared, about what I was doing. She lasts only a minute before she begins to lose consciousness. When she falls limp in my arms, I reluctantly release her, licking her blood from my lips. I wanted, needed more but I knew I had to pace myself. I was in a strange land and time, and I did not want to repeat my past mistakes.