The daughter.

"Grab the girl." I said, looking at the older woman. She nodded absently, trails of tar-black cum running down her chin. She stood shakily up, her eyes flickering over to the dying men, and walked over to her daughter. The girl retreated a few steps, looking confused, and then she threw up her arms.

"What're you doing, Ma?" She cried as 'Ma' lunged forward, grabbing her hands in a rough grip. Ma shook her head a few times, black spittle running in rivulets from the corners of her mouth. I walked towards the pair, watching as the Mother turned her daughter around and pinned her arms. She'd put her arms up under the girl's armpits and laced her fingers behind the girl's head.

"Tell me your daughter's name."

"Anna."

"Well, then, Anna." I reached forward and touched her neck with my bloody claws. "Hate to tell you, but there's nobody coming to end this. Your daddy is dead, and your Ma's mine. You may as well try to enjoy it."

"Why're you doing this?"

That was a good question.

"That's a damn good question Anna." I said, feeling my rage recede for a moment. My focus faded and my hunger intensified. It was far worse than before, as if I'd gone from merely ravenous to literally dying of starvation. I pulled my hood back, revealing my horns and slitted eyes. "If I were to give an answer. . ."

I trailed off, pulling down roughly with my clawed hand. I easily tore her dress, splitting it from neckline to crotch. She yelped, extending the sound as I grabbed a handful of breast. I gave it a few idle squeezes as I thought, palpitating the soft flesh with a slow rhythm. I let go and gave her nipple a pinch and a twist. "Well, I suppose it's in the blood."

I lunged forward, taking her mouth in a brutal kiss. It energised me, sating a small portion of my hunger, and I deepened the kiss. I tasted blood, my teeth had opened a small cut, and ran my hands up and down her body. I drove my hard cock into her soft stomach, and brought a hand up to her throat.

She tried to look away from me, but her mother's grip was too strong. Ma was still under my control, though Anna's distressing groans were clearly affecting her. I lined my member up with her rapidly moistening pussy and drove in with a single thrust. Anna screamed like a stuck pig, squealing and bucking wildly against her mother. I fucked her savagely, keeping our lips locked the entire time. I picked up the pace, doubling and redoubling my rhythm, and felt my hunger recede by degree's. Anna's struggling subsided over time, nearly at the same pace as my fading hunger.

I grunted, driving myself to the roots, and dropped a litre of spunk into her spasming pussy. She struggled once more, her body thrashing wildly, and then she fell limp. I drew back from her, feeling full and strong; it was as if I'd eaten a seven-course meal and then lifted something heavy.

I felt an itch on my skin, and then a fire; pain shot through me and I shouted in surprise. Color returned to my skin and my horns curled back into my skin. My nails returned to a natural color and my hair turned from silver to black. I felt as though, if I looked in a mirror, I was human again.

I looked down at the pair, mother and daughter, and realized something.

Anna wasn't breathing.

There wasn't a mark on her body, save the bitten lip, but she was pale and still. It had to be connected to my hunger, I realized; I'd 'eaten' her in some way. Ma looked down at her daughter, coming out of the narcotic trance, and started laughing madly. Apparently the stress of the day was too much for her.