You go to leave.

Rising from the woman you begin to back into the shadows. Weakly, she raises her arms and whispers, “Please, don’t go.”

You smile slightly revealing your fangs, still extended, causing her to gasp.

“Hoonnniiiieeeee!” the husband calls out, a little closer as he moves farther into the residence.

“What of your husband?” you ask, intrigued.

After a moment she gasps out, “My husband can’t fuck like you can, please.” She whines, the smell of her arousal rising again like an ambrosia to your senses.

“Are you in the bedroom, dear?” her husband calls out, moving into the hallway.

You open the bedroom window, and, turning back to her, you say, “My dear, you are so tempting, but alas I must go.”

As you begin to fade she finds her voice and uncaringly screams, “Please take me with you.”

Almost invisible, you stop as her husband abruptly enters that room. You could see why she was so **** -- her husband has to be at least ten years older than she is, has a large paunch, and his blood has a sweet surgery odor.

“What the fuck is going on here?” the cuckold yelled.