With excitement

She walks toward you. To your surprise she pulls you into a kiss. The taste of the blood on her lips makes the kiss exquisite.

She pulls away. “Please. Please don’t make me go back to being that ineffectual waif.” She points to the carcass of her father. “I hate him. I hate what he did to my mother. The worst part was Kevin, my fiancé was just like him.”

This is a conundrum. You were simply planning on killing her and calling your **** complete. Perhaps turning her into a vampire is even better.

As if sensing you doubt she drops to her knees and pull down your pants. She takes your cold member in your mouth and begins to suck. Despite her artlessness you are soon hard.

She looks up at you. “Please fuck me.”

You sense such a swear has perhaps never been mouthed by those sweet lips. You pick her up and lay her back upon the couch. She moans as you slam your shaft deep into her. Since you haven’t fed she feels scorchingly hot. If your icy cold phallus is bothering her, she doesn’t let on.

She moans and bucks and screams. “Fuck me harder.”

You oblige. Speeding up to almost preternatural speed. You cum, delivering your icy dead seed deep inside her.

She sits up and bends her head to the side, giving you easy access to her neck.

“Make me a vampire.”

“You’ll never see the sun again.”

“Please, don’t make me beg. I want to be bad.”

You extend your fangs with evil hiss.