Saved at the last moment

Alyssa's lips are cool against the living heat of your mouth. Her kiss is surprisingly chaste. She does not answer your parted lips nor thrust her tongue into your mouth. She moves, kissing your cheek down to your jaw, following the strong line of your face to your neck. You shudder, knowing what is coming, but she draws it out, teasing your flesh with her tongue. She traces shapes with the moist tip of her tongue, perverse symbols to draw out your fear, hearts and crosses and clovers that make you shiver and squirm beneath her.

"So luscious and warm," says Alyssa.

Her lips open and she presses them to your neck. You feel her teeth inside her mouth, hard against your tender flesh. A last lick and then...

"Ahhhh!" you cry as the knife-sharpness of her teeth pierce your skin. From the hot gush and the fever-spread in your body you know she has struck your artery. She slurps loudly and sucks at your flesh. The pain quickly becomes dreamy, diffused pleasure. It's as if a hot blanket has fallen over your skin. You can feel each suck at your throat, each quantity of blood she takes, and the more she drinks the better it feels.

"So sweet," her lips move against your neck. "You are not just a hunter, you are descended from Van Helsing. It has been a century since I've tasted one of your line. A man. My husband and I drank him together. You are all mine."

She returns to sucking at the wound. You squirm, not with pain or fear, but with intense, orgasmic pleasure. You hear a distant moan and it takes you several languid seconds to realize it is your voice. You can hear your slowing heartbeat. You can feel weakness stilling your limbs and yet, your pleasure grows. Waves of contractions moving through you. The sucking sound of Alyssa is loud in your ear.

You are near ****. You know it. This is how it ends, you think. Naked, humiliated, sprawled on a bed in some forsaken village. Slain by a monster.

Suddenly, the door bursts open. Alyssa lifts her head from your neck and hisses in anger, her fangs dripping with your blood. A pair of figures enter the room and Alyssa slides off of you, leaving you blood-spattered and naked on the bed. But alive.