Find out what the fuck is going on.

John held her at full arms length and tilted his head examining her for the first time since her transformation. He inhaled deeply, he could smell sex radiating off of Isis.

“What kind of creature are you, Whore?” John more spat the words than spoke them. As he did speak he step forward so that her ample breast were pressed between their bodies’. At this same time he became aware of the fact that he had an erection again, which was now stabbed into Isis’s bare belly.

Isis struggled to speak, “I’m a succubus.”

“What the fuck is a succubus?” He sneered. John moved his head in closer to hers, his eyes, full of hate, locked with hers. Isis felt as if that look would bore through her head.

“I am a kind of vampire; we are sex demons, feeding on sexual energy as well as blood.”

Isis could not understand; she was caught, and denied her prey, but she had never been so turned on in the millennia since she was born, neither as a human, nor in the life after. Her cunt was dripping with sexual juices. She was able to do this at will as a sex demon, but right now she had ****. She spread her legs as John had stepped forward allowing his thigh to nestle against her sex. Unconsciously, Isis began to rub her cunt against his leg.

John looked at the sex beast in his grip. It sounded crazy but the evidence was undeniable. He felt something hot and wet bathe his leg. Like a wolf, he put her nose to her neck and inhaled the scent coming from it. “A vampire?” he snarled. “So I drank you blood, does that mean…”

Isis bit her lower lip before speaking. “No, if I was to have turned you, you would have had to drink the juices from my pussy, and then die.”

He dragged his teeth against her neck. “So what were you planning when you were biting me?”

Isis swallowed, and smiled sheepishly, “**** and dinner-“

John let out a bark and bit her ear lobe. With a wicked laugh, he whispered in her ear, “so what am I? I can tell, I am different, changed …” With his free hand he grabbed her one of her breasts and squeezed it hard, until he felt something hot flow over his hand. She sighed in ecstasy. John looked his hand, it had grown claws and blood covered his palm. It smelled so sweet, so perfect, and his cock throbbed with desire.

John let go of Isis and stumbled back, awakening to the horror of his condition. Gently, as if he were a small child with a cut, Isis took his reddened hand. She delicately licked up her own blood. What was this strange feeling she had insider her for him. I was like lust, but she knew lust, and it was not lust. She looked tenderly into John’s eyes. She whispered, “I don’t know, but I want to find out with you.”