The vampire stalked her prey through the darkness of the night. A swirl of mist followed behind her as she silently glided towards the tall shadow of a man. He drunkenly collapsed into a side alley where she gleefully followed. Thirsty for him...in every sense.
Had he turned around to gaze behind him instead of looking in front, he could have seen her. She was feeling bold, brash...and sexy.
The tall, five eight dark haired vampire felt like sex on two legs. Her pale skin was smooth and soft...everywhere. Her jet black hair fell in gentle waves all the way to the small of her back. Her face was like a prom queen, full of strong cheek bones and slender angles. Her eyes, a vivid teal glowed as she neared the drunk, almost hypnotized by the sight of a fresh male.
Her body was curvy. Full breasts that threatened to spill out of her blood red corset top that only exaggerated her slim waist and full hips. She wore a plastic black skirt that seemed glued to her generous ass, showing off her long pale legs in knee high boots, spiked with wicked heels.
As she neared the man, she allowed her heels to clack clack on the sidewalk, never taking her eyes off of him
Up close she realize how handsome he appeared to be. He had dark red spiky hair, his skin was just as pale as hers was, but she couldn't see his face. But she could see his build.
He was six foot two, with wide muscular shoulders and arms that seemed thick with muscles. His chest seemed broad, his abdomen fit, and his legs seemed to be sexily muscled. She licked her lips, noticing he was shaped rather pleasing.
Then she sniffed the drunk...only to realize...
He wasn't drunk.
Puzzled, she stopped. Then he whirled on her and attacked before she could register anything.
"I felt your eyes on me, my pretty" He whispered in her ear.
Up close, the heat from his body scorched her. Her already heightened arousal bursting, making her pussy clench as it moistened for him. In a daze, she felt his tongue lick her neck as he ruthlessly ground his cock -a rather large one- into her spread legs. She wasn't wearing any panties and she felt the thick bulge through his jeans.
When her eyes shot to his, she gasped.
His face was flawless. Pale skin over ruggedly handsome features. A perfect nose that had once been broken, gave him a rather brutish look. He had a dark red goatee, making him look like the devil. But his eyes convinced her that he was Satan, up from hell for a night on the town. His eyes were a bright brilliant gold rimmed darkly with black.
She creamed again and she knew the front of his jeans were getting moist with her slick juices.
"You know me," He growled. "You know me and you'll fuck me."
She whimpered in pleasure as his fingers reached up to tweak her nipple through her top.
"You're going to take my big dick in your mouth and swallowed every drop of cum I have for you." He pulled her top down, exposing both of her tits to his greedy gaze. Her white breasts jiggled with each breasts as her pink nipples hardened to long points. "You are going to take it in your little juicy cunt. When I'm done ripping it apart, I'm going to go after your perfectly tight asshole. Ever had any meat in your buns?"
She was stunned. He really was the Devil! He had her topless in the open while his hands roamed her body, his left one holding her immobile against him while his right played with her tits. He gripped the soft mound in his hand tightly as he pinched the nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.
"I know who you are Annalei," He grinned, baring large canines in a beastly face. "I see your undead soul and I know just how much of a fucking whore you can be... When you have the right Master."
Annalei was an ancient vampire, nearly two hundred years old. She had talked, fought, and seduced her way out of many situations. But old Satan never came to her until now and all she could say was;
"What took you so long, Master?"
