Alyssa drains every drop

Your fears are silenced by the cool contact of Alyssa's lips. She presses them to your mouth, seeming to suck up your warmth through the surprisingly chaste kiss. Her kiss travels from your lips to your cheek and to your jaw. You moan as her cool lips press against your neck.

"I can feel your pulse," she speaks with her lips brushing your tender neck. "Your hot blood pulsing through your veins, sweet and rich. I could..."

She pauses, seemingly barely able to control her hunger, she runs the tip of her tongue in a circle over your neck. You shudder from the intimate contact.

"Your fear makes it even sweeter." Alyssa moans and kisses your neck again. "It would be so easy to open you up like this, but I want to savor you. A monster huntress is no ordinary blood bag to be squeezed dry."

Her hands and body slides down yours. You gasp as her hands gather your huge breasts. She leans into you, nipples-to-nipples, her white smile revealing her long fangs. She parts those terrifying jaws, her brow furrowing with cruelty as she drops her lips to your breasts. She kisses you, opening her mouth over your nipple. Her nimble tongue teases around your aching flesh and you moan, arching beneath her. One hand powerfully forces you back down and her lips suck tight against your areola. You can feel her teeth against your titflesh, a hardness that presses and then...

Sharp pain shooting through your breast as Alyssa sinks her fangs into your tit. Blood wells from the wound and fills Alyssa's sucking mouth. The pain quickly recedes into a warm and prickling pleasure. You moan and twist your fingers in the sheets as she sucks. After only a minute she lifts her mouth from your breast. Blood is smeared over pale titflesh and it coats her teeth and lips, dripping in red streams from her chin.

"Not just a hunter," she hisses. "You are Van Helsing blood. A century has passed since I've tasted of your line. There was a man, an explorer, he found us. My husband held him while I drank the blood from his cock."

She licks your blood from her lips. You can feel the hot wetness coursing down into your cleavage.

"He came as he died. I will do you the same favor, my sweet, and deprive my foolish husband of your nectar."

"Nnn," is all you can manage as she licks the blood away from your breast. Her tongue travels down your belly, teasing your navel, sinking lower and lifting your thighs. She looks up at you as her lips approach your oozing sex. She smiles one last time before diving her mouth to your clit and sucking hard at your straining bud. Almost immediately you cum, bucking against her beautiful face, knowing that as the spasms clench through your body your fate is finally sealed.

"Now," laughs Alyssa, "I dine."

She turns her face to kiss your thigh, opening her mouth as she presses her lips to your tender flesh. The pain shoots through you and deepens. You feel lightheaded as you realize her teeth have dug into your artery. Your blood is spurting into her mouth as she gulps your life. The pain recedes and you feel only warm pleasure. Moaning, squirming beneath her, you feel orgasmic echoes of the pleasure she gave you. Her sucking is greedy and loud. Your senses seem to focus on the wet slurps of her hungry mouth as she drinks you. Your heartbeat is loud in your head. Slower...slower...you moan as darkness devours you.

Alyssa continues after the huntress has slipped into unconsciousness. She slurps and licks as the blood stops spurting, tasting the last pumps of life emptying into her mouth. When the huntress is dead, Alyssa lifts her mouth with a satisfied gasp. She wipes the blood from her lips, still moaning with the ecstasy of her meal. She looks down at the ashen-faced huntress and closes her eyes.

Soon she will place a gold coin on the dead girl's forehead to pay the innkeeper for disposing of the mess. The chaun whimpers. Alyssa strokes its head.

"Come with me, little one," she says. "You can entertain some of the girls in my dungeon."

They depart in silence. As for Winnifred Van Helsing, her name will be etched in silver on the black monument outside Paisley. Another brave huntress who fell to monsters.