The Leech (Female POV, Lesbian, Dacryphilia)

I selected the "Dacryphilia" prompt for day five.

Halloween always made Jessica hungry. She didn't know why it had more of an effect on her than other holiday but it did. Her best guess was its, at times very loose, association with fear. Happiness was a decent snack but fear and pain were truly delicious. Her favourite treat was sadness, of course, but she wasn't likely to find much of that in the college party she'd tagged along to. She was just about to let out a groan of frustration when she spotted Melanie. Mel was a friend of hers, as much as anyone really could be the friend of a psychic vampire. People who spent too much time around Jessica began to feel drained, as if someone was sapping their will to live which, of course, was actually true.

She came up from behind the girl, quickly and quietly, and poked her. 'Boo,' she snapped and the black girl recoiled in panic. The touch only last half a second but it was enough to sate her. The rush of emotion flooded through Jessica's mind like a chocolate waterfall and she could only lap a little up before it was gone. A fortunate side effect was that Mel found her distress fade even more quickly than normal as she realised who'd scared her.

'Jesus, Jess,' she said with a smile. The girl was wearing perhaps the sluttiest costume Jess had ever seen her in, a black dress with a plunging neckline. The black cat earrings were the only indication that she was even supposed to be dressed up. 'How've you been, girl?'

'Hungry,' Jess replied, playfully, 'you look great.'

'I know,' Mel teased, 'so do you.' That was probably a lie. Jess always dressed down and tonight was no different. She was wearing a baggy grey tee, a pair of well-worn blue jeans (with a set of vampire teeth in the pocket, in case anyone called her out for not wearing a costume) and a pair of dirty white sneakers. 'Bring anyone?'

'Nah, I came with Nathan's sister.' Mel had taken to encouraging Jessica to get into dating but she'd never get anywhere. Jess had fucked more than a few girls in her long life but maintaining a romantic partner was likely impossible. 'How about you? I haven't seen Derrick anywhere.'

'We broke up,' Mel said. Unfortunately, she must've been over it. That was a shame. Comforting someone after a break-up was one of the easiest ways for Jess to get her favourite meal. Regardless, it explained the choice of dress.

'I'm sorry to hear that,' Jess lied, 'I hope you're feeling okay.''I'm so over it, girl,' Mel said, her eyes scanning the kitchen, 'I wouldn't mind a hard cock, though,' she said, loud enough for a few people to hear it. It worked almost instantly and some frat bro nursing a beer immediately began to make his way over. That was Jessica's cue to leave but she made sure to be there when the horny couple made their way up stairs, lightly brushing Mel's shoulder. The excitement wasn't much but Jess had never been a picky eater.

As she aimlessly wandered around the rest of the house, she nibbled. Passing someone a beer, grazing their fingers, and getting a taste of their envy. Slapping someone's shoulders as they tried to watch an old flick, despite all the chaos and noise, and enjoying their frustration and resentment. A girl, drunk out of her mind, stumbled around, giving Jessica an excuse to hold her and usher her towards an arm chair. Drunkie was worried about something, which was likely why she'd drowned herself in ****, and, though dulled, it tasted quite nice. She decided to call it a night sometime after that and would later be very glad she did.

As she walked out into the cold, deserted, front yard, a distant sound immediately caught her attention. It was sniffling and she immediately rushed towards it, quickly and quietly. On the curb, several houses down, she found a girl hunched over, struggling to stifle her cries. Her large breasts were practically spilling out of her skimpy outfit and her painted whiskers had been ruined by her tears. She was perfect and Jessica had to get close to her. She recalled that the girl's name was Haley but, beyond sharing a few college classes, they were strangers to one another.

'Hey,' Jess said, as she sat down next to the girl. Haley looked up at her and seemed to want say something but the words wouldn't come. She returned to crying, this time hard and ugly. The redness of her face, the hitches in her throat, the hot tears streaking down her face, it was so enticing. Unable to contain herself any longer, Jessica wrapped her arms around the girl and fed. In time, Haley moved one hand to cling to her and Jess had to stifle a moan. The girl's sadness seemed unending. As much of it as Jessica wolfed down, it all came flooding back.

She had to grip the girl tight when she came, and she could only hope she wouldn't find it too strange. Once she'd crossed that line, however, she did something that would be impossible to write off. Jess dragged her tongue up Haley's face, savouring the salty taste of her tears and the orgasmic taste of her sadness. The prolonged contact finally had an effect, at the perfect time. Haley's sadness had been swallowed up entirely, replaced with confusion and disgust. Soon, those emotions were also devoured and Haley's mind was **** to reconcile everything. As strange as the lick must've been, there was really only one way for Haley to rationalise her lack of disgust and the fact that her sadness had melted away in a stranger's arms.

They kissed, hard and greedy, and Jess knew that she had to be temperate. She closed her mind off to avoid feeding, in order to sate a different sort of hunger. Haley took her back to her apartment and the door had barely been locked before the girl was all over her. The pair undressed clumsily as they made their way to the bedroom, between rounds of kissing and groping. It was a strange, but not unpleasant, end to the night.