Another Ambush For Another Time

"I will take that as a no. I am profusely sorry for my actions earlier, that wasn't really me and-"

"I need five minutes without your incessant whining, please. Spare me the sobbing. You came here to kill me after all."

She pulled out slowly, feeling elated with her afterglow and also seeing a deluge of white spunk just flood out of the vampire's ass, while he shifted himself to lay down on his back. His limbs still twitched with orgasmic pleasure and he had quite the stupid look on his face, which slightly **** a grin on the fit woman. Her job here isn't complete and she should finish him off! Her mind flocked back to the initial reason she barged in here, but looking down one more time dispelled the notion of that. Was this the creature that has been terrorizing the region? The vampire who could've stopped her at any point but got manhandled? She sighed and decided to comply with his wishes, for once during this night.

"I was born with a... Genetic imperfection, I do need semen as my sustenance. Does my fame as the 'Semen-Ash Whore' ring any bells?"

"I never heard any of that in my travels. Sure, I heard about a vampire, but now that I know the truth... I might have to add in that people separate you from your apetite."

"Enlighten me on that, please."

"I came here to slay a vampire, rumoured to be friends with a witch, who subjugated the goblin population and has killed centaurs here. A plague. The other rumours spoke of a pale succubus who drains men."

"I... Can not believe that. They transformed me into a HARLOT?! Urgh."

The vampire sat up, his undershirt askewn and tousled, his bloomers long out of his frame and his long legs stretching themselves. It seems that his reputation problems completely undercut his need for a breather, and it was comical seeing Riley fix his hime cut and long raven hair, while looking so disturbed by how he was perceived. Especially after being half naked next to the woman who reamed his insides, and to the fact that his asshole was constantly leaking the absurd amount of sperm he had it packed inside of him. It felt deeply ironic to say the least.

Nadya cleaned her hand on the first piece of cloth she could find, being Riley's discarded robe, and much to his annoyed snarl, she didn't care, holding her tattered sports bra and looking around for her leather ensemble, including her coat. She looked lost, confused and slightly amused by the fact that she layed with her target instead of slaying it. She chuckled to herself and brought out the vampire out of his stupor - watching as the pale-skinned creature stretch himself on the floor, resting his face on his hands, before floating upwards. It was a show of power to really cement it home that she was always not the strongest here. If he wanted, he could've just easily dispatched her, which has Nadya internally thanking her deity for letting her be born with her own genetic imperfection.

"I... Guess this is it. You're fed, right? Are you sure you don't do any secret murders I'd need to know?"

"I am in no condition of possibly reducing the few sample sizes I get. Besides, not every vampire is a murderer. Let it be known that your human prejudices bore me."

"I... see. So I will, let you alive this time. But if the rumours shift, I won't hesitate to come back and slaughter you. Riley G. Nosferatu."

"Until next time then, Nadya - the Hunter. It was a pleasure to see you~."

She was already dressed and none of her actual things were left on the kitchen's wooden floor, by the time she jumped over the same window she arrived through - just one room further from here. Except for a wanted poster, crudely painted mock-up drawing of a scary vampire: the thick mustache and the long fangs were the norm for any male vampire drawing Riley's ever seen, but he would have to acknowledge that he looked more handsome like that. And at the bottom of the parched paper there was in red bold writing - Do not try and engage for too long with the vampire. He has been known to be friends with a succubi and the Wicked Witch Blair. All male personnel of multiple species have returned not the same. DO NOT ENGAGE WITH HIM FOR LONG.

Riley let out an amused chuckle, stretching properly and feeling his joints pop a bit, the ludicrous amount of sperm he undertook not a full hour ago had mostly either been dried up or absorbed into his body already. He didn't noticed that he was this hungry. The non-bloodsucker collected his clothes and got his robe out of the floor, before returning to the living room and noticing something crucial - not only did his window continued to be broken - the glass shards at least weren't sprawled everywhere, so he could deal with that later. But... Where were his books?

"I... I... Humans are the absolute worst. I might need Blair and her stupid familiars to help me locate that hunter."

"................."

"I just hope she doesn't unleash the Tracking Cerberus again. I do not want that thing slobbering itself or that thing's package over me again. Urgh."