I find the girl

I head towards the bar. The club is quite full. I can see a group of people feasting on beautiful women and singing happily. Must be a weird drinking game.

Anyways, I find George wiping away a blood martini spill.

“Hey George. Looks like someone didn’t know how to use their fangs.” I joke.

“Uh, hehe, yeah. Someone ordered a martini, cut their lip and discovered they were allergic to O negative. Besides, here is the doll that asked for a bite.” George says.

“Hey big guy. My name is Erin. I heard your bites are to die for.” Erin introduces. She holds out her wrist, asking for a bite.

“Bite me, it’s a rite of passage, innit?” Erin asks.

“Yes it is. Shall we bite you here or in my quarters?” I ask.

The way Erin is asking seems like she wants to be bitten now. She moves her arm closer to me. My mouth is agape, demanding her blood.

I bite her wrist, digging my fangs deep into her sweet flesh. Her blood begins to swirl in my mouth as I suck her up. The sensation fills my gluttonous desire to absorb her life into me.

Erin reacts orgasmically, moving like she had ecstasy injected into her, but it is the venom coercing her into my command. She tastes extraordinary. I must consume more of her.

I bite her inner arm, crunching my fangs into her veins. The blood flow is larger and I squeeze her arms for her blood. Erin falls into my lap as I feast on her morsel body.