Mexico

Gwen playfully sucks a finger. “Mexico. I have a **** there with information. We’re meeting him at this lovely strip bar.”

You sit back resigned. You are fairly certain if you were a priest this would make a great joke. A demon, a vampire, and a priest walk into a bar...

“What are our plans?”

Gwen moves tantalizing close and whispers seductively. “We have a nine hour drive, but we’ll take our time, since we want to cross the border at night.”

Tina slides a hand on your inner thigh. “Having me awake will speed along the process.”

She smiles, her eyes lighting up with an unholy glow.

Gwen pushes her plentiful breasts into you. “We have some time to kill. What would you like to do?”

Despite your rock hard cock, you slip a cross out from inside your shirt. “I think just sit quietly.

Gwen frowns, Tina moves away a bit.

Gwen rasps. “No why did you have to go and do that?”

You sit silently until you see the first rays of the sun.

Despite your cross, Tina massages your inner thigh. “That’s my cue.”

She dissipates into a cloud of smoke and flows into the ornate coffin.

Gwen gives you a half smile. “Finally! The undead bitch is asleep.”

You pull into a gas station and the pale driver exits.

Gwen caresses your cock. She pulls up to your ear and whispers. “I can’t hurt the bloodsucking bitch, because of our truce, but you can. Kill her and I’ll see to it you have anything you want. A billion dollars, a harem of completely obedient girls, and of course me.”

She pause to suck her finger then continues. “You can’t even imagine how kinky I am now. Any fetish, any perversion you desire, I’ll fulfill.”

You wonder how she handles a foot fetish with her cloven hooves. You decide you’d rather not know.

She pulls out a wooden stake. You wonder where she was hiding that and decide you’d rather not know.

She fellates the stake. “Take it.”

You scowl.