Doing your worst

“Nah, you know what? I’m not entirely satisfied with how all this turned out. Far too easy and I’d love a little challenge,” you pause giving some time for your words to sink in, “but don’t worry, I’ll give you a head start.”

You grin as your former friend’s face is distorted by fear.

“Tick tock... the clock is ticking Nicole... Now bitch: RUN!”

Your scream makes her jump. She turns around and runs away.

“Better, much better...”

You stretch, getting ready, as she disappears into the forest.

You count to one hundred in your head and lazily follow her trail.

This is far too easy, you think, even with the huge head start you gave her, you follow her scent and distant panting without much effort.

You do not even have to run to catch her.

Not five minutes later, you find her hiding between two dead logs in a small clearing. Her frail shaking body makes you hornier than ever.

“Come on Nicole, put some heart into it... if you don’t, I promise this will hurt a lot more than it should.”

She starts running, again, and, again, you count to one hundred.

This time she does not hide, she simply runs.

“Good,” you think, “let’s give this new abilities a test run.“

You soon reach the river. Her scent trail ends here but the river does not cover the miserable panting sounds she makes as she tries to flee from you. You cross the stream and continue running after her.

Soon you spot her in the distance. You climb on top of a palm tree and, jumping from tree to tree, you start following her from above, avoiding detection. The chase goes on for a while until you start to notice the first signs of fatigue in your prey.

You pause for a minute letting her fading scent invade your nostrils. All traces of excitement have been wiped out by the terror but you can smell the adrenalin and endorphins coursing through her body. She smells delicious. You resume your chase.

A few hundred yards further away, she stops to catch her breath.

You do not let her.

You let yourself fall just behind her.

“Boo,” you say casually.

She jumps and starts running, again. Laughing, you climb back up the trees and start following her, again.

Her pace is now clumsier, more hesitant. Each of her footsteps sound like the confession of her surrender. She is just about ripe. One last nail to her coffin, she trips and falls. She turns on her back screaming her frustration, fear, exhaustion and defeat to the forest, to the world, to you.

Not wanting to disappoint her anymore, you jump on her and, aiming at her jugular, you bring release to both of you. Yourself from your hunger and her from her frustration.

But not everything goes according to your wicked plan.

As the first drops of blood reach your palate, you are submerged by the most unique and exquisite sensation of fulfillment and peace. The fulfillment is almost immediately wiped out by an exploding bolt of ecstasy coursing through your whole body. The energy converges on your crotch to transform into a unique cataclysmic orgasm that expresses itself by the most powerful string of squirt you ever experienced. The intensity of it all throws you back on your ass, forcing you to let go of Nicole.

“What the fuck?!?”

“I told you...” she says in a mellow and broken voice, “I’m not... your usual... bloodbag... Bitch!”

You do not let her go further.

Your fangs tear a new pair of holes in her neck.

Her blood sprays all over the forest, as you are unable to control the stream between your heavy panting, the convulsions of your pubis and the mind shattering string of orgasms that come over you.

You drain her in no time before curling into a ball to let the aftermath of the experience unfold.

Maybe five to ten minutes later, hard to tell, you are brought out of your inner world of neverending pleasure by the voice of your friend.

“That was clearly unnecessary.”

You open your eyes to see Nicole standing in the shade of a small tree. She is much parler than before, she pensively licks her newly formed fangs.

“I... I’m sorry,” you answer sheepishly, “but you kind of asked for it.”

“Yes, I know, forget about it, I am starting to understand, I would have probably done the same in your place... Now to be perfectly honest... it was kind of fun... maybe fun is not the correct word... exhilarating...”

You try to stand but you legs refuse to obey. Sitting on your ass and sliding a hand between your drenched thighs you look at her.

“I wasn’t expecting that!”

“I tried to tell you. I’m not who you think I am and all this is sort of my fault.”

“How is that?”