Rachal loved Halloween. It was her time for hunting. And she'd already selected her prey. Although the twenty-four year old usually preferred young flesh, the forty-year old Heather was her target for the evening.
The brown haired, mother of two had a sweet smile, a need to be dominated, and a slender yet incredibly curvy body that begged to be devoured. She'd be happy to oblige.
By day, Rachal worked in a boring job. By night, she partied with her friends and took her pleasure from any male or female who took her fancy.
But all that concealed her secret. Rachal was one of the undead.
That select group of travellers who, at this time of the year -- each and every year -- leave their normal human life and are charged with bringing another into their ranks. In truth, Rachal was centuries old, and had brought hundreds of unsuspecting lovers to their new destiny. Male or female, it made no difference.
Halloween was the time of year where people dressed up in their costumes and pretended to be someone they weren't. For Rachal, it was the opposite. The only opportunity she had to dress in her 'normal' clothes and be exactly who she was. Her undead self.
Her clothes had been perfected over the years. A skintight pair of low rise jeans, as black as the night itself. A red, low cut blouse that showed off her apple sized breasts to perfection and gave her a wonderfully tingling feeling each time her hard, brown nipples rubbed against the almost transparent material.
The thigh length boots were black of course, as was the long, leather coat that ran down to the top of her boots.
Unusual for her, she curled her dark, shoulder length hair so that it framed her face in soft waves, allowing her piercing blue-brown-hazel eyes to change colour as the mood took her.
Sexy.
***
Crossing the Atlantic took seconds. The undead had powers that mere mortals would never be able to understand. A few seconds more took her to her destination. Rachal knew exactly where Heather would be, and when. She'd desired it, and no man or woman was able to resist her unspoken thoughts.
She waited in the shadows, feeling at home in the dark. Not long now. Her enhanced hearing took in every sound around her, feeding off those she enjoyed and spitting out every irrelevance.
And then, it was time.
Her superior power of smell inhaled deeply in the autumn night air, sucking in the older women's scent. Innocent. Yet willing. She was near.
But there was something else, too. A man's aroma. For some unknown reason, Heather's husband was with her. The fire that rose in Rachal's chest began to spill over. She spat venom into the empty air. This was not what she'd planned. Not at all.
Then the though hit her. Two for the price of one.
The undead had to be careful not to upset the karma of the Universe, but Rachal realised what was happening. It was a gift... a gift to her... a gift for all those undead years, and for slavishly following those rules of the Universe that bound each person like herself.
Two for the price of one.
Rachal knew that Heather was hers. That much was already written. Her husband would be hers only if he allowed himself to be seduced into her spell. The brunette laughed out loud, startling a passer by who hadn't noticed her in the shadows. How would he be able to resist?
"Good evening," she purred a few moments later, as the couple walked past her.
Heather immediately jumped, looking into the shadows with those incredible, but very startled eyes.
Her husband turned aggressively in her direction. "What the..." he began.
"I'm Rachal," the undead beauty purred. "I need a lift. Would that be okay?"
She watched Heather's brown eyes cloud in puzzlement as the older woman stared at her and then glanced at her husband.
Even as he began to refuse, Rachal sent her thoughts into his mind. 'Of course, that would be no problem at all.'
"Of course," he dutifully said. "That would be no problem at all."
Heather's mouth dropped open and she tugged on her husband's arm, telling him she was uncomfortable with the scene unfolding.
Seeing the look of concern on his wife's face, it appeared he rethought his words and began to speak again.
Rachal was one step ahead of him. He was a mere mortal after all. 'Our car is just around the corner. Please come this way.'
"Our car is just around the corner. Please come this way."
"Thank you," she smiled, stepping between the couple and linking their arms as they walked towards their vehicle. "By the way, I'm Rachal."
'Sit in the back with me, Heather.'
Heather's husband opened the car door for his wife. She ignored it and slipped in the back of the car beside the beautiful young woman.
'That's fine, just drive.'
He nodded as the unspoken words registered in his brain, opening his door and dropping into the seat. In a few seconds, they were heading along the highway.
'Invite me to your home for a drink.'
"Why don't we stop off at ours so you can have a drink with us before continuing your journey," he asked.
"That's very kind," Rachal answered. "Is that okay, Heather?"
Rachal could see even as she asked that the beautiful woman's cheeks flared to life, enhancing her beauty. She reached out a hand and lightly brushed away a stray lock of hair from Heather's cheek, feeling an aroused tingle run through her at the warmth of the blushing flesh.
She could have used her mind control, but that was not for her. Not with Heather. She wanted this beauty to be fully compliant.
Heather didn't answer, instead her delicate fingers gripped her purse with excessive force as Rachal settled close. She knew her sensuous perfume would affect the older woman. It was always where her seduction began.
Her leg pressed against her intended victim's as the car swerved around a corner, and she made sure it stayed there for the rest of the journey despite Heather's constant attempts to edge away.
***
Inside the house, Rachal went immediately to work. "I need a shower. Would you show me where the bathroom is?"
Heather stared at her, speechless.
'Of course, come with me. Heather, would you tidy up and make us some drinks, please?'
"Of course, come with me," he said. "Heather, would you tidy up and make us some drinks, please?"
Ignoring his wife's surprised expression, he turned and led the brunette towards the stairs. Rachal threw Heather a smile over her shoulder as she sashayed after her husband.
As soon as they hit the bedroom, Rachal sent another command. Undress.
With a hypnotic look on his face, Heather's husband removed his clothes.
Nodding her approval, the brunette pushed him down on the bed. She pulled her red top from her body as she sank to her knees, allowing the swell of her apple shaped breasts to rest in his lap for a second before she began to rub them against his already hard cock.
She looked up into his eyes as he moaned.
Smiling, she removed her boots. Then her soft hands slid to his chest, stroking and tweaking his nipples. Arching her back, she slid up his body, ensuring her naked breasts stayed tightly against him as she did.
"Want to see a little more?" Rachal asked, her fingers easily undoing and pulling her low-rise jeans down her legs. She was naked underneath.
He swallowed hard as she straddled him.
"Your wife is downstairs," she purred. "Want to fuck?"
'No, you can't. You're married.'
He shook his head. "No, I can't," he gasped, his cock twitching in her hand. "I'm married."
"Are you sure?" she asked, rubbing his hardness along her wet furrow.
'Yes, I'm sure. I just can't. I'm married.'
"Yes, I'm sure," he moaned, raising his hips to push against her as she worked him. "I just can't. I'm married."
"A-ha," she whispered, her tongue licking along his neck as she positioned him and slid just the crown inside. "Are you sure?" she asked again.
'Yes, I'm sure.'
"Yes, I'm sure," he moaned, his words contradicted by the hands he slid to her hips as he pulled her down. Effortlessly, with one smooth pelvic thrust, he sunk inside.
"Hmm," she whispered, her continually moving mouth now biting down on his earlobe. "Fuck me, baby."
He looked up at her face. Her eyes seemed to be changing colour as she spoke, and what seemed to be fangs were appearing behind her smiling lips. Even as he began to recoil, her pussy walls suddenly sucked his erect cock deeper within them. He moaned again.
Her heavy, thick perfume was the same spicy aroma he'd smelt earlier. But now, it seemed much stronger.
Gentle warmth suffused his muscles. Lustful images invaded his thoughts. Both his breath and blood quickened in excitement.
"That's much better," Rachal murmured in his ear. "Give yourself to me..."
Her hot mouth found his. Her soft breasts pressed against his naked chest. Her pussy, now slick with her juices, began to slide up and down his cock. He was in heaven. Her heaven.
Rachal sat up as she thrust harder and faster. Her perky breasts swayed as her body drove against him. As she came down even harder, he began to moan, feeling his balls tighten.
"Wait," he moaned, feeling her take him towards the edge.
Rachal took no notice. When she had his seed, she'd attend to his sexy wife. She drove her hips down on him faster and harder, bouncing him to the very edge, sensing the cum gathering in his balls. Then she stopped her movements, his cock held tight within her vice-like grip.
