It was a late October night. Jiles had spent the evening at the pub. He was deep in to his cups when he had decided to walk home. The walk was not particularly long but the urge to relieve himself had become overwhelming. He stepped in to an alley, withdrew himself, and found relief. As he finished, he felt small arms gently reach around him. Startled he turned, his manhood still out, to see a demure yet muscular, tall, blonde, short haired, green eyed, and pale skinned beautiful woman. She moved toward him and began kissing him. Her hand simultaneously took hold of his cock and began stroking him. Surprised but not resistant he began to reciprocate the kiss. Once she had stroked him to rigidity, feeling his strong heart beat through his large cock, she pulled back to expose her glorious breasts.
She inquired "do you like my body?".
Jiles responded somewhat slurred "oh yes".
At this moment she knelt down and took his cock in her mouth. She easily took his full length, tonguing his balls when he was in her throat, bobbing on his man flesh. She could feel his heart rate begin to quicken as he approached orgasm, blood surging through his cock. At the moment his balls tightened and his cock began to spasm she took him deep in her throat. As his first blast of cum erupted from his dick she bore her vampiric fangs, sinking them deep in to the base of his cock. Jiles was paralyzed with both the overwhelming sensations of pain and pleasure. He could do nothing to stop her. She eagerly drank both his cum and his blood.
Jiles' withered husk was found the next mourning. The third one like this in just a month. It seems reports of similar corpses had been found in other villages prior. Always healthy and virile men, found drained in the same fashion. The locals had no doubt a vampire was stalking them. The call for a slayer was out.
Ordinarily vampires aren't so overt in their feedings. They prefer to go relatively unnoticed but something had made this one bold. Perhaps her appetites had become insatiable. The towns poeple could only speculate.
The truth is her tastes had become narrowly refined. Most vampires desire their victims to be terrified. This it seems makes the blood sweeter. Eve, as is her name, had discovered that the blood was infinitely sweeter at the pinnacle of sexual arousal; the orgasm. Her natural disposition had always been for the finest of men. They were her prefered victims. The problem being the scarcity of these men and her significantly increased appetites. It would seem the sweetest of blood had now become like an addiction.
Salvation seemed at hand for the townspeople. A mighty armored saint, by the name of Rath Quoxil, had arrived. Riding in to town on the mightiest of steads, he seemed to be a giant among men. His powerful frame hidden by the finest of adorned armor, cross bow slung and consrcrated sword sheathed. The locals were relieved at his arrival yet once the saw this powerful warrior they were struck with fear at his imposing presence.