She bit him; bite the bitch back [warning: there will be blood; sorry it is true]

John looked with dismay, at his neck. Isis was biting the hell out his neck. Hot blood warmed his chest. It was his blood.

“Goddamn psycho bitch!” he muttered. His jugular was torn. John felt sure there was no way for him to survive. A spark of vengeance sprang up in him, and he bent his neck so he could get at her neck, biting with fury. John felt the flesh give beneath his teeth. Blood exploded into his mouth and down his throat. His dick exploded into her clenching sex, and went limp at last. John began to cough as he drown in blood.

Isis screamed into his bleeding throat. It was a horrible inhuman sound the likes of which John had never heard, it was a cry from the bottom of Hell. The shriek caused every hair on his body to stand up. As she screamed in pain, Isis forgot all about holding him to her body.

John broke free of her legs and stood back from the psychotic blood drinker. His hands free, John instinctively placed his hand over his rent throat. Miraculously, there was no wound. He slapped at his neck searching for the tear he knew had to be there. Then something just as unbelievably large bat-like wing erupted from Isis’s back and a diabolic tail grew from her ass. Small curved horns grew from her head. Lastly her finger nails grew and hardened into small talons.

Fear was draining from him, and a strange confidence and conformability replaced it. He stood tall and looked down at the squirming creature before him. A living cold fire grew in him, starting in his neck and spread to all parts of his body. It was a kind of dark, even evil certainty, which filled him. Her neck had stopped bleeding and Isis became calm. She glared up at John in a strange mix fear, hatred, and surprise.

“Isis,” he demanded, “tell me what the FUCK is going on!”

Her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. “I don’t know,” she spat.

John felt a surge, actually two surges, his first surge violent **** impulses urging him to kill her, his second was to fuck her again. He shook in confusion. He stormed to Isis picking her up by the throat, she was surprisingly light. He **** her to walk backward until she was held against the wall. She swallowed against his chocking hand and struggled for breath. She wanted to fight back, but his new dominance triggered something instinctual in her. John could do anything, but which impulse to satisfy, he was not sure.