Her ice cold palm kept caressing him, and he couldn't resist being aroused by her touch. He could feel he was growing inside her hand as she folded her fingers around him and began stroking it, up and down. It sure had its effect on him, and he couldn't stop it from growing even harder, getting him ready.
He was still shaking from unease and the cold, but he couldn't resist her. She swung herself over him, and the bedcovers fell off her, he could just about make out her silhouette in the dark, she was in fact very sexy. He felt her guiding him towards her entrance, grinding him against herself. It felt soft, and moist, but still cold as ice, it made him flinch, but as a matter of fact it felt... nice. She let out a soft moan as she lowered herself over him, further and further down, engulfing all of him, deeper and deeper until he was all inside of her.
He wanted to touch her, he reached out with his hands, touched her thighs, let his hands follow her body along her sides, it felt slender, or rather skinny. He could clearly make out her ribs under her soft delicate skin, he reached further and cupped his hand around her firm breaths. They felt soft and really nice in his hands and he couldn't help himself from moaning softly. She started to ride him, moving herself up and down, and as his eyes were more used to the dark now he could make out more of her slim figure. He kept caressing her, squeezed her, she felt really good in his hands.
She ran her hands over his chest, cold, yet burning and he couldn't keep himself quiet.It had been too damn long since he felt anything like this, if ever. He kept thrusting back towards her rhythmic movements, pushing himself deeper and deeper inside of her as she increased the pace. Faster and faster.
She kept riding him ferociously. Her firm breasts in his hands, her silhouette, her hair flying by her motions. Harder and faster, deeper, he felt as if he was drawn to finish, finish inside of her and he couldn't resist. Her clenching around him, her moaning, it was like she was sucking him out of himself. His breaths got heavier, and she intensified her movements, closer by each thrust now. He couldn't hold it back, and when he finally reached the finish, it felt like he was exploding inside of her. His head started spinning and his sight got dim, this wasn't like anything he had ever experienced before. She threw her head back as she was moaning loudly. She kept him all the way inside of her and he felt as if she was completely draining him.
Her moans turned into a high pitched scream as the moon suddenly cast its cold light through the window. Through the haze of his dizziness and the moon's pale light he could now make out more of her, her wide open eyes, seemingly glowing from the reflection, and in her mouth he caught a glimpse of fang like teeth, which turned her agonizing grin of pleasure into such a horrific sight it sent shivers down his entire body. Her hands had long bony fingers extended by razor sharp, almost metallic looking claws glistering in the dark. He realized now that the burns on his chest were in fact scratches. In the light, her slender body was now more of a skinny, dry, monstrous deformity of her former beauty, sharp bones and tight clinging skin stretched around her, far more horrific than he ever could have imagined. The horror that was raging through him hindered him from making a single sound, and mixed with the unsurpassed pleasure of her devouring of his genetic contribution oozing out of him was too much for him, his heart was racing and he fell into a state of unconsciousness. The last thing he remembered was the sight of her, collapsing, falling over his body and remaining on top of him, and his hands softly caressing her beautifully soft skin.
He didn't remember falling asleep, but when he woke up, she was gone. His chest was sore from her scratches. He couldn't help feeling a huge relief, but he kept looking for her for a while. He couldn't find her anywhere, either in the room or around the building. The guy in the reception didn't seem to know anything about any girl and claimed that John had been alone when he arrived.
John couldn't make any sense out of it and he felt really confused, maybe it was all in his imagination, was he losing his mind. However, the front of his truck and his aching chest told him it was in fact real.
The rest of the delivery went on without any disturbances, he made it to the destination on schedule as always and started the long journey back. He stopped by the diner across the street from the motel for some food and coffee, and when he finally returned to his truck, the radio went on with its Country Christmas specials as if nothing happened. He made a right turn out on the main road and sped off, hoping to make it past the empty town before dark.
Epilogue
John speeds on through the winding roads, through the seemingly endless woods. The scratches on his chest had been bleeding through his shirt. The events of last night kept haunting him. During daylight he actually managed to keep his thoughts at a rational level, but as the sun was setting, blinding him whenever the trees wasn't in the way, and eventually disappeared behind the horizon, the land got dark and the only light was his radio, the gauges and his head lights lighting up the road ahead of him.
The heater must have gotten broken in yesterday's collision, and he had to wear his jacket on to keep warm as the outside temperature started to drop.
He really would have preferred to make it through the ghost town before sundown, but realized that it wasn't going to happen. He didn't look forward to going through that god forsaken place at nighttime again, and he kept singing along to the radio to keep thinking of something else.
As he finally approached the abandoned town, everything looked as quiet as the night before. He kept an extra close watch on the road this time. No matter what, he was not going to run into anything, or anyone, not this time. The place certainly gave him the creeps and it was with serious relief he eventually made it out on the other side and back onto the winding, wood surrounded roads.
He noticed the temperature seemed to have dropped even further and he even had to close his jacket now. He kept a close watch on the road as the endless dark woods in the middle of nowhere were speeding towards him.
Suddenly his stomach clenched and his blood completely froze to ice as he heard a sheer, fragile voice from the sleeping compartment in the back....
"I am cold."
