In any other situation, the position of Dale would have been a dream: laying on the bed, a beautiful raven haired girl straddled on him, completely naked...
It is not, generally, a position to complain about.
Except in this case the girl was in fact the infamous vampiress Mary Reddington, colloquially referred as Bloody Mary, or Mary the Flayer, and Dale was tied to bed, all his equipment scattered on the floor.
He managed to lure her in this isolated holiday mansion, deep in the woods where the fight wouldn't be noticed.
After a brief battle, however, she managed to immobilize him, tying him on a queen size bed. She was stronger and faster than any man but, most importantly, she was cunning.
It was hard to believe that such a beautiful creature could be so much cruel: Mary looked like a pale, raven haired eighteen year old girl with a lovely angel face.
Her usual attire, a black leather outfit that exalted her supple breast, was a first indicator that the girl was somehow less innocent than how she looked, also without knowing that the leather that she worn was in fact made of human skin.
For centuries Mary lured men with her charm promising them a night of heaven, before plunging them into hell.
Every vampire feeds on humans: some of them kill their prey with utter disregard for its life; others prefer to leave the human alive, either for mercy or for not to raise unwanted attentions.
Mary was something different, something infinitely worse. She was a total psychopath, that didn't just kill her pray, but made it suffer for hours, savoring its agony while she ripped the skin from its flesh. Unable, as every vampire, to feel the pleasure derived from sex, she enjoyed in an almost orgasmic way inflicting pain on living beings.
She had to be stopped.
"So, here we have a vampire hunter." Mary purred, grinding tantalizingly her shapely waist on Dale's. "I'm trembling with fear, Van Helsing." she mocked him, dragging lightly a sharp nail on his chest, before stopping her finger directly on his heart, asking "Do you have any idea about who I am?"
"Yes." Dale said.
"Mmm, interesting." Mary answered, planting her talon painfully in the sternum of the man, drawing a tickle of blood and digging directly in his bone. "And who would I be?"
"You are Lady Mary Reddington," he grunted "also known as Bloody Mary."
"Correct." she whispered licking his ear, her pale breast pressing on his chest. "May I ask you how, exactly, hunting for me would look like a good idea?"
"Perhaps you remember a man that, several years ago, refused your advances." He answered. "He was married, and he didn't want to cheat on his wife. So you followed him home, and slaughtered him and his whole family. He was a good friend of mine... almost a brother to me."
"Oh, yes." she recalled with a crystalline laughter. "I think his baby is part of my wallet. What an idiot" the vampire added, grinding her pussy on him, "why would you want to resist me?"
"Yes, I admit that you have a really amazing body; that's why I'll fuck you." He retorted, having a good look at her.
"Oh, sorry, I don't really think so." Mary answered with a look of blatantly fake sorrow.
"You know, I don't feel any pleasure in sex. I'll tell you a secret:" she added, approaching her lips at a few inches from Dale's mouth. "Out of curiosity, I tried it a couple of times, in the first days after my rebirth: everybody talked about sex as the best thing in the world, and I hadn't ever tried it before, so I got it a shot." the vampires continued, approaching her lips to his face, her gaze fixed on his. "I found some idiot with more balls than brain, just like you. I had them tied to a bed, just like you. I mounted them, just like I am doing with you" she teased, positioning her trimmed pussy just on his cock "And I rode them. And, let me tell you, it wasn't pleasurable: firstly, my hymen keeps healing, so every time I have sex it's like losing virginity. But even not accounting this, I don't feel anything: just an hard cock spreading my pussy, rocking in and out." she purred teasingly, moving her hips on his shaft.
"Beside not feeling good, I find it...annoying. I kind of hate the sensation of something penetrating my soft, inviting hole. So... I don't really see any point in fucking you." Said the vampiress, stopping suddenly and moving her waist away from his penis.
"Do you know what I love? What makes me feel good?" she asked kissing him lightly just above his navel.
"To flay my preys. To cut their skin with my nails, grab it and pull until it comes away" said, moving her mouth slowly upwards on his belly. "To listen to their screams of agony and terror, and wrap myself in their still bloody skin" she shivered in pleasure, while her tongue licked his ribs.
"But, more than everything, I like to make them horny, because do you know where I like to start from?" purred Mary, with an hungry gaze at his erect cock. "Exactly" she confirmed, before planting her lips on the wound she had open directly on the man's sternum, sucking the blood that was pouring out, nibbling the hole with her sharp canines to make it bleed more profusely.
"Ah!" she gasped in delight, rising her head from her dinner. "Enough with the appetizer." said Mary, licking her lips. "Let's start with the main course."
"Before we start, can I ask you a riddle?" Said Dale, with an enigmatic smile.
"Sssht" she hushed him, placing a finger on his lips. "Keep your breath: you'll soon have to scream very loudly."
"What does look like a human but is not a human?" he asked, ignoring her trembling finger.
The vampiress gazed at her hand, confused: why the hand tremor? What was happening to her?
"Don't you know the answer?" He mocked her, with an even broader smile "Let's try with: what does look like a human but has a toxic blood?"
At this point her entire body was trembling, and a painful cramp hit her flat stomach.
