The hunger was consuming Susan. She was getting dizzy; the fever was clouding her mind and she had broken out into a sweat. She teetered on her heels, and looked at her hands. The skin on her hands and arms was flushed bright red. She was burning up. Had this really seemed like a good idea?
Her mind drifted back to the hamburger she had tried to ingest a half hour ago. Her stomach reeled with nausea at the thought. She thought this would be so easy. Six days ago, Danuta had given her what she thought would be the greatest gift; unimaginable power and freedom. But instead, she was helpless, scared. And so desperately hungry. She needed to feed.
She had always been socially awkward. Sort of pretty, she had jet-black hair and a pale complexion. Her boobs were fairly large -- D cups, and nicely shaped. Her hips and tummy were wider than she would have liked, but she was by no means fat. A couple of her teeth were crooked though, and her smile was lop-sided. This made her very self-conscious of smiling, and reinforced her shyness.
She could never figure out exactly why she was so hopeless with men. Twenty years old now, she had only had sex twice. They were both one-night stands. And she had struck out with every guy she had ever had interest in. She was a bit geeky she supposed; she liked books, and video games, and was a member of a historical reenactment society. She was definitely on the goth side of things, and was heavily into the image in high school. She couldn't understand why she couldn't seem to say or do the right things to be sexy, to make men want her. And now she thought she had it; the ultimate power to seduce and consume men, strictly for her pleasure and sustenance. But instead, she found that she was the same old inept loser, striking out with men whenever she made any bumbling advance, and somehow unable to tempt them to make a move.
Except that now she was starving, the hunger taking her whole being and threatening to end her existence. She needed sperm. And now.
Two hours ago, she had been in a nightclub. She had already been getting panicky -- six full days had passed since Danuta had turned her. She still hadn't fed, and she was getting terribly weak. She had spent almost all of the last of her money on an outfit to try to attract a man. It was a red PVC mini-dress, with buckles and a collar with lapels. Her feet were adorned with a pair of shiny red pumps with five-inch stiletto heels, and a pair of red silk stockings with seams clad her smooth legs. Her medium length hair was swept back and sprayed in place. She had on a pushup bra to accentuate her ample cleavage, and applied her makeup heavily. She wore lipstick and lip liner, whore-red and glossy. She had thought for sure her appearance would scream "Get your blowjobs here!", and she had spent plenty of time on the dance floor, shaking herself around, striking provocative poses, trying her best to seem available. She tried to down a shot of whiskey to calm herself, but she couldn't swallow it. It literally tasted and felt like poison.
She had felt herself getting weaker and more feverish as she tried to display herself, but to no avail. She tried to strike up a conversation with a burly, handsome guy who looked a bit like a trucker, but he blew her off. She fled the club dejected. Did she seem too desperate? What was the problem? This wasn't fair!! Was she going to die?
Now, alone downtown, unable to seduce a man, unable to eat a hamburger, she began to cry with the bleakness of her situation crushing her. How was it possible to have such difficulty just getting a guy to allow her to fellate him? She was scared of the danger of getting carried away; Danuta had warned her of that. She didn't want to kill. For so many different reasons. But she just wanted men to want her, to be irresistible, sexy, mysterious, compelling. And the whole immortality thing had seemed like an added bonus.
It was real. Her thoughts drifted back to how she had discovered the carefully ensconced coven. She had always dreamed, fantasized, prayed for this to be real. And it was. She had met Danuta at the medieval fair just over a year ago now. Danuta was a beautiful woman with small features, shoulder-length light brown hair, a slight figure, and stood about 5'4". She had some kind of European accent, and appearing to be about 32 years old or so. Their meeting had seemed innocent enough. She thought she had found a kindred spirit. It was true in far deeper and direr ways than she knew. That meeting had changed her life. And six days ago, her life had changed irrevocably. How could she have dreamed it would be such a terrible curse, an open mockery of her womanhood, simply reinforcing all of her shortcomings, and threatening to end her life because of them...
She stumbled and steadied herself against the glass of the hotel lobby window. The cool night air of downtown gently rustled past her. She felt a shiver and flash of cold, but the burning heat was still there. She thought she was about to pass out...
"Miss?" called out the voice of an older man. "Miss, are you all right? You don't look well at all, do you need me to call an ambulance?"
She turned to face the source of the voice. An elderly man, perhaps in his early seventies, dressed in the smart uniform of a bellhop had entered the street and was regarding her with concern. It was a Tuesday night, and at just past midnight, they were the only two on the street. She was ready to burst out crying again, her face already streaked with tears and sweat. An ambulance couldn't help her!
She tried to say something, but knew nothing she said would make any difference. She lurched and began to collapse to the sidewalk.
The bellhop reacted with concern and alarm, and tried to reach out to catch her fall. His legs and reflexes weren't as effective as when he was a younger man, and he only partially succeeded. Susan fell forward and knocked him off his feet as well. She ended up sprawled across his thighs as he landed on his rump, giving up his efforts to catch her in an instinctive flailing to try to prevent injury to his own person.
He gasped out in pain as they met the concrete.
Susan sobbed in her plight. It was hopeless. It was useless. She was such a fool.
The elderly bellhop grimaced in pain. He tentatively moved, testing his limbs. Nothing seemed to be broken. His less-than-graceful attempt at gallantry had certainly bruised his buttocks and hands though. He winced and inhaled sharply. He regarded the afflicted young mess that had just landed in his lap.
"Miss? Miss? Are you still with me? I'm going to call an ambulance, ok? You just stay here..."
He began to shuffle in an attempt to gently extricate himself from beneath her and rise.
She was slipping away. Blackness was going to take her. She was forced into action. She had no choice. What could she do? There was no choice!! She needed sperm. She wouldn't last another minute without it.
She looked up into his eyes, the fire of hunger giving her clarity. She held his hips and tried to restrain him from rising. He returned her gaze, his expression a mixture of concern and confusion.
She began fumbling with his trousers, her fingers seeking to undo the button and unzip his fly.
"Miss? Miss, what are you doing? You're not well, I need to... What? Stop! Miss! What..."
He fought to thwart her actions, but her last, desperate chance for life had given her a surge of strength. She rose to her knees and crouched over him. She loosed the button of his trousers and tugged the fly down.
"Miss! Stop! Stop! What are you... Don't, let me go! What... Let go! Let me go!"
Her jaws were aching in anticipation. Her lips curled into a snarl. She grabbed his wrist and forced it out of her way. Her right hand grabbed his boxer shorts and tore them as she yanked them down to expose his groin.
"Help!" he cried out. "She's crazy, someone help me!!"
In an instant, she swooped down and engulfed his flaccid penis with her mouth. She began sucking on it intensely, a focused pressure designed to bring him to erection and ejaculation as quickly as possible.
She had only given one blowjob before in her life, and it had been a humiliating disaster. The boy's cock was short but extremely thick, and she had had difficulty getting her mouth around it. She didn't know what she was doing, and he belittled her efforts. Then her teeth had nicked the shaft of his penis, and he cried out with shock and pain. He ripped his penis from her mouth, and berated her, calling her a snaggle-toothed hag. He slapped her across the face once smartly, grabbed her hair and began masturbating. He quickly brought himself to orgasm, spewing his load all over her face and into her hair. He then shoved her away, called her a worthless ugly skag, quickly dressed and left her like that.
This time something was different. Definitely different. Her state and her hunger gave her instinctual knowledge about exactly how to extract sperm from this penis.
The bellhop continued to struggle and try to free himself, but to no avail. With her last effort to survive, she held him down and sucked on his member. It began to respond and lengthen, despite his protestations. The sensation was delicious to her. She would feed. It was close. So soon.
She bobbed on his extending shaft, licking and lapping, sucking and pumping. She was vaguely aware that she was administering an expert blowjob, knowing precisely how to stimulate this man to bring him off with her mouth.
His penis never really attained full erection, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that he ejaculate. And to his utter astonishment at his situation, he felt that begin to happen. He had difficulty attaining erections at all! What was going on? He and his wife hadn't had sex in over a year, and he'd never had sex with another woman! And now this feverish, seemingly crazy young woman was about to bring him to orgasm with her mouth? He couldn't stop it. He cried out in lust, gasping with the intensity of the sensation as his body clenched in spasm.
She could sense it. It was imminent. She sucked harder, flicking her tongue all over the underside of the tip. She would have her reward... She would live...
He began shooting into her mouth. The taste was beyond divine, a spiritual experience unequaled. She shivered, savouring the feel and flavour of his ejaculate as he delivered it into her mouth, and she swallowed it down. She felt her vagina contract in a mini-orgasm. She was instantly alive, feeling stronger, feeling satisfied, feeling powerful...
But it wasn't enough. Damn! It wasn't enough!! It was thin, not many sperm cells, likely... And old. He was old. The urge took her. The hunger was upon her. She would continue to suck, she would get more, she would get all he had to offer, she would suck his soul out through his penis, she would feed...
