I don't care, I'm hungry!

I approached the trussed up little goblin and looked over my shoulders at the Exciser, who was still ridiculously beautiful, and heaved out a sigh. I would really rather be with her than the goblin, but that didn't seem to be an option.

And I was dying, anyway, to abstaining wasn't an option either.

Also, refusing sex wasn't often considered by men my age.

I fell on the goblin with the ferocity of a starving animal, pulling away her clothes and scratching her with my claws. She whimpered, a very real pain evident and I froze. It was a very human pain, and I'd sworn not to be a monster. I pulled my hands back, feeling an eye on my back, and changed my approach. I reached out again, surprised to blackened fingers rather than wicked talons, and pulled the goblin closer.

I put my mouth to her cunt and hesitated; I'd never done this before, and I wasn't sure how to do it well. I took my time, despite the pain of my hunger and a persistent need screaming at the back of my skull. I experimented with pace and rhythm, trying to gauge the little monster's response. I worked her clit and cunny until the goblin was sopping wet and her face was flushed green. I felt weak by the time I'd pulled my cock out and lined it up with the goblin.

The demon in me, the incubus, screamed to take her in a single thrust; to couple roughly and dominate, to take only my pleasure and damn the rest. In refusing those instincts, their shape and source seemed clearer. I took it slow, taking care to cause the goblin as little pain as possible.

I still wore a dagger at my hip, I realized.

I drew it, feeling a growing bloodlust from behind me, and cut the rope. The tension in the goblin's body lessened as she adjusted herself, and I drove the dagger into the ground beside me. Once again I lined up my cock, and the goblin met me. I felt a sudden connection as I sank into her, the image of two parallel ponds connected by a dike. It would be very easy, I realized, to take all of her. It would be far harder to leave her with life.

Carefully, slowly, I opened the connection between us and felt my hunger abate.

Then it surged, and I found myself thrusting my hips desperately. I needed more, I needed life desperately. Every instinct in me screamed to take her, and I did, and the light of her life was subsumed by my wild desire and desperation.