Ditch the cross

Tasha looks dangerously close to realizing that this was drastically out of character and you really want to feel those soft lips on yours. You close the distance, both pulling her into a closer embrace and pushing her up against the guard rail as your lips meet hers. Yeeesss! She whimpers in your arms, draping her own over your shoulders as you lift her up with ease. Wow, where did this strength come fr-?

You nearly collapse as a knife of hot pain spears your front, dropping Tasha as you're suddenly back to leaning on her for support. She takes a second to adjust, blinking in confusion before noticing your pain. You can't even scream it hurts to bad, just make quiet **** noises as smoke literally begins to rise from your jacket. Tasha scrabbles at your front, lifting up the cross from your blackened skin, and you swipe it away by the chain. You hear it land somewhere far away as you cling to the blonde woman, literally sobbing in relief.

By the time you're calm enough to stand on your own two feet, Tasha seems to have gotten enough presence of mind back to realize she just made a huge mistake. She stares after the necklace as you caress her cheek, once more feeling better than you ever have, "Thank you sweetheart. Now then, where were we?"

She jerks, reaching into her jacket and no doubt another hateful cross, but you're faster. You wrap your arms around her, arms locked uselessly to her sides, pulling her face into your slightly-more-bounteous-than-usual cleavage.

"None of that, none of that... you've been such a good girl for me Tasha, don't ruin it." You giggle as her attempts to respond are thoroughly muffled by your tits, "That tickles! To think, you actually saved and damned me in the span of... what? Five minutes? Not even? You're so deliciously contrary Tasha, being such a hardened badass demon hunter but also a good little lesbian like I asked you to."

You arch your back and shimmy your chest, forcing the blonde beauty to motorboat you. Her struggles slow noticeably after a moment and when you let her up for air her expression is pleasantly dazed. You chuckle deeply, "Such a good, good girl..."

A faint smile plays over her lips as you lean in and give her a kiss as only an inhuman "bloodsucker" can. Minutes later, she doesn't so much come up for air as lose the strength to keep her head up against your ****. Her head lolls invitingly to the side, gasping for breath, and you can't pass up the opportunity.

Tasha spasms, mewling in pain as you sink your fangs into her neck.

Huh. Apparently you have fangs. Neat.

The absolute euphoria of feeding on Tasha's life **** is utterly all encompassing for a minute before you have the presence of mind to withdraw, feeling both incredibly alive and somewhat drunk. Ironic, considering. Tasha's eyes are fluttering and you can tell she's only just clinging to consciousness. You smell the moisture of her pussy, can clearly see a hard nipple poking past her skewed bra, the absolute state of her arousal written in every pore of her spasming form.

But if you keep up like that you'd only get to enjoy your prize for a brief moment. You had plans for Tasha. You were still deciding on what they were but they all required that she be alive and preferably awake.