Maria's Hunt

Maria woke up next evening with anticipation and excitement of the new hunt. Her hunt. Nikolai promised she will be leading it tonight. She also noticed this time there were no objections and reservations towards the whole idea of hunting and feeding on humans. It was quite the opposite - while she felt genuine hunger the previous night she wasn't particularly hungry this evening, she could have easily spent the night without blood. But this time she _wanted _to hunt, to experience the thrill, to taste the blood, and she intended to do more than just feed - she would take her victim, or perhaps victims, with everything they can offer.

What is happening to me, why am I so excited tonight? Nikolai said one could survive up to 5 days without feeding but here I am, one day later, like a child waiting for Santa but in a much darker version.

"Are you ready, my love?" Nikolai interrupted her thoughts. "Have you decided where you want to lead this night?"

"Sure, I thought we might check a good club on the other side of the city. I miss the nightlife."

Maria was choosing her dress like a teenage girl before her first night out. In the end she chose her favorite goth style bodycon dress, black of course, with a pair of nice heels. She did her hair and added make up while admiring herself in the mirror. She really looked gorgeous, maybe not in a traditional sense of beauty but nevertheless she knew she would attract many looks from guys and girls alike. All this preparation for a night out was almost identical to many previous evenings, bringing up many memories, but the purpose of gussying up was very different this time.

Maria and Nikolai walked into the club, the dim lighting and pulsing music creating a sensual atmosphere and as they made their way inside, Maria's eyes widened at the sight of so many vibrant, pulsing humans. She was like a kid in a candy store, overwhelmed by the sheer number of potential targets.

They danced for a while, mingling with the crowd and enjoying the music. Maria could feel her senses heightening with each passing moment, as the scent of human blood filled the air. She was eager to find a victim, to sink her fangs into the soft, warm flesh and taste the sweet nectar within.

They took a seat at the bar and ordered drinks, surveying the crowd. Maria's eyes flicked over to a couple on the dancefloor, moving to the beat of the music. The woman had long blonde hair, and the man had sharp features and a lean build.

"Who are they?" Maria asked, nodding towards the couple.

"I don't know, but they look interesting," Nikolai replied, his eyes following Maria's gaze.

They finished their drinks and walked over to the dancefloor, swaying their hips to the beat of the music. As they moved closer to the couple, Maria flashed them a friendly smile. "Hey there," she said, introducing herself and Nikolai. "You two look like you're having fun."

The couple smiled back, introducing themselves as Viggo and Asta from Denmark, on their honeymoon.

Foreigners? Perfect.

Maria and Nikolai continued to chat with them, ordering more drinks and laughing at each other's jokes. Maria focused her attention on Viggo, subtly flirting with him and letting her hand graze his arm.

"You're a good dancer," she complimented him, leaning in close.

Viggo grinned, feeling a spark of attraction towards Maria. "So are you," he replied, his eyes lingering on her lips.

Meanwhile, Nikolai and Asta moved to the booth where he charmed her with his European accent and sophisticated mannerisms. They talked about art, literature, and travel. Asta was clearly impressed, and Nikolai's eyes sparkled with amusement as he watched her fascination with him.

As the night went on, Maria and Nikolai began to touch Viggo and Asta more frequently, their flirtation becoming more physical. Maria led Viggo in a slow dance, pressing her body against his as they moved together, feeling his hardness. She sensed his heartbeat rising and knew she caught him in her web.

Wow, I really do feel like a black widow, it's so easy to seduce men now.

They returned back to the booth and joined Nikolai and Asta. As the night wore on, Maria brought up the idea of open relationships, and how she and Nikolai were into exploring new things. Viggo and Asta looked at each other, surprised but intrigued. With an innocent look Maria said warmly, "Why don't you come back to our place for a drink or two? "Viggo and Asta hesitated for a moment, but the allure of these two hot strangers was too strong. Alcohol in their blood made the decision even easier. They agreed, and Maria and Nikolai led them out of the club and to Nikolai's mansion.

As they drove, Maria felt a rush of excitement at the thought of what was to come. With Nikolai driving and Asta in the front, they were chatting and laughing together. Maria could hear their whispers, and she knew that the couple was already falling under their spell. She leaned over and whispered in Viggo's ear, "I think this is going to be an amazing night, Viggo." Viggo laid his eyes on Maria's gorgeous face, drawn to her exotic beauty. She oozed femme fatale vibes that were irresistible to the young Dane. He leaned in and kissed her. Maria returned the kiss, their lips softly pressing. She wanted to open and explore his mouth and mostly to bite his tongue but quenched her thirst and managed to prevent her fangs from extending. It wasn't time yet.

Nikolai, hearing their smacking from the back seat, placed his hand on Asta's thigh, gently rubbing it. Asta was attracted to Nikolai from the moment she heard his voice, his words were piercing through her to the core. She assumed it was due to his confident personality but now she felt melting at his touch, squirming as his hand travelled to her crotch. If any other man, probably even Viggo, tried something like that on her she would at least stop him if not slap his face. Now she could only wait for him to find her clit but Nikolai was just teasing her, knowing that they are almost home.

Indeed, a few minutes later they arrived at Nikolai's mansions with Viggo and Asta looking at it with amazement. "Welcome to our home. Maria, would you please show them their room while I prepare some drinks," Nikolai ceremoniously greeted them. After some time they were all sitting in the main room, sipping cocktails, while soft music played in the background with lights comfortably dimmed. As the drinks flowed, the conversation became intimate, the energy between them all crackled with electricity, the air thick with anticipation.