Khala was too busy with her current task to notice the presence that joined her in the back of the club. To give hem credit, it was just a presence, for Hate had not yet taken his physical form, simply watching the scene from that inky territory that existed in the shadows.
Even out of all the over-sexed vampires in Southton, she was by far the most lusty, both for pleasures of the flesh, and the pleasures of blood. She was in a private room at one of the more upscale clubs, though it was still a meat marker. Before her, already nude, were two other girls.
Like Hate, vampires also tended to bring out the latent level of sexuality that so many humans possessed. However, unlike Hate's girl, the two women Khala had found were even more slutty. Their lust fit Khala's appetite well. She had already had boy's tonight, now she would have some girls, and perhaps more boys before she returned to the grave.
Of the two women with her now, one was dramatically more beautiful then the other, Hate noted. The uglier was a blonde, very young, probably just barely 18, by the villains observation. She was still attractive enough, just not quite as pretty as her friend. Bleached hair was tied back into a pony tail, draped forward over one shoulder, the end of brushing against the top swell of a b-cup breast. Her face was rather plain, though she did have blue eyes to accompany the blonde hair, probably also store bought. Her body as a whole was thin enough, but soft; it was fairly apparent that the girl didn't work out much. Her flesh was deeply bronzed. She was a store-bought bitch, a normal girl trying with all she could to fit in with the beautiful crowd. Hate decided he would enjoy murdering her very much, if it came to that.
The other woman was much older, in her mid-thirties, and she also fit a nice stereotype as well. She was a brunette with long, straight hair that fell to her mid-back, exhibiting that sought-after silky smoothness that could only be slightly helped by hair-care products. Her face and skin had a more natural light tan, and she had high cheekbones and absolutely chiseled features. She might've been a model, and probably had been in the past. Like her younger friend, she was trying to be something she was not, but unlike the other girl, she once was a beautiful party girl. She was past her prime, but still beautiful.
Her chest was beginning to show the signs of aging, and once large, perky breasts were now beginning to show just the slightest sag. Her belly was still firm and toned, and her pussy was shaved like all the girls seemed to like to do to themselves these days. Big brown eyes were locked to the form of Khala, who when Hate appeared, had only pulled down the straps of her dress to reveal her eternally firm, milky white breasts, pale pink nipples standing at perfect attention.
"Kiss each other, and I will do more," said Khala slyly, and the women did as she asked. The taller, ex-model leaned downward to her friends upturned face, and their lipsticked painted lips met and crushed into each other, heads tilting slightly so their mouths could meld better, tongues pushing out and tasting their familiar salivas.
Khala continued to slide her dress downward as the two girls kissed. Hate could see everything from every angle in his current state. From behind the vampiress he saw the smooth, round curve of her wonderfully shaped ass. From the front he saw inch after inch of pale belly exposed until finally the first line of that dark patch before her cunt was revealed, and at last, the pink lips of her slit.
The girl's lips had remained pressed together, their hands moving to caress each other's chests. Fingers danced up and down the small and large curves, closing over nipples and generally molesting each other. Then their lids flickered open and the saw the true object of their desires, Khala, was now completely nude.
She smiled to them and lowered herself to a couch provided in the private room. Legs opened extremely wide, an ankle placed on each arm of the couch, her sex exposed to the women. She raised a hand and beckoned them too her. "Eat me." She ordered.
They were on their knees immediately, each vying to get their tongue inside Khala. The blonde's tongue pushed against the brunettes, and they both writhed around Khala's clit and her pussy lips.
The vampire was slowly getting soaked, partly from the darting tongues, but mostly from herself, the sight of heads pushing against each other and the feel of two tongues on her getting her juices flowing rapidly. "Yesssss, suck my cunt you sluts," she whispered hotly as her head tilted back, midnight hair flowing onto the back of the couch.
The brunettes tongue had firmed and was now firmly inside Khala, the blonde's fingers having raised to spread her lips as her own head moved forward to gently tongue the women's clit.
As the two tongued Khala, their hands continued to explore each other. Fingers slid down the blonde's back, cupping one soft ass cheek first before a single finger moved forward to rub along her pussy.
The blonde's free hand moved down the other's belly, cupping her bare mound and rubbing it all, moving that raised flesh as her fingers pushed just barely between her lips and her palm rubbed against her clit.
This could go on for a long time, Hate thought to himself. He wasn't quite sure he wanted to interrupt, it was pleasing to watch, after all. However, he had business with the vampire. It was obvious it hadn't been her who had invaded his mind. Whoever that had been would've certainly felt his presence in this room. This bloodsucker had spent more time on fucking then learning her powers, unfortunately for her.
He decided to test her strength exactly. Tenativly, he reached out with his mind, and touched her's. She stiffened for a moment, but Hate kept up the contact, not being terrible obvious about his intrusion, and eventually the tongue's lapping at Khala's pussy brought her hips back into a writhe and her mind away from that odd feeling in the back of her head.
Without any resistance, Hate struck at her mind like a snake striking it's prey. Khala stiffened again, and this time didn't loosen as Hate seized control of her body, though her mind was left under it's own power.
Now she felt him.
He spoke to her head. Hello, you pretty little corpse.
What the Hell is going on? She mentally screamed.
Hate ignored her questions. The two women had noticed Khala's stillness, and now looked up from between her lewdly spread thighs. The brunette asked, "What's wrong?"
Khala moved in jerky motions, her hands snapping forward to grab the blonde and brunette by their necks, lifting them up from their knees and into the air with unnatural strength and slamming them back into a wall. They would've screamed, but their breath was severely restricted by the closing hands.
Hate forced Khala's hand shut around the blondes neck, crushing it before she completely realized what was going on. As the life drained out of her eyes, he allowed Khala's grip to release. The body crumpled to the ground, head lolling sickly to the side.
The brunette managed a bit of a gurgled scream at this point, but it was nearly inaudible. More alluring to Hate was the clear, cold look of fear in her eyes. Still keeping a hold on Khala's mind, Hate took physical form at last. A dense cloud of black smoke wafted from a shadowed corner, and it slowly took a basic man-like shape. It solidified after a moment, forming Hate out of seemingly nothing. He stepped forward, one hand placed on the bare shoulder of Khala.
Her head was frozen forward, and terror leapt in her heart. Who are you? She thought in a scream.
Hate paid no attention to her question yet, merely watched the struggling brunette still held in Khala's grasp. It was quite amusing, and a bit arousing, to watch the older woman struggle and squirm, breasts giggling just slight, her slit exposed completely as legs surged and kicked.
"Never mind that now, Khala." Hate said, free to speak now. "In a moment all will be revealed. I am going to release your mind from my hold in a second here, and then this piece of ass here is going to scream and try to run. Since I'm a nice guy, I'll let you drink her blood, since I'm sure that was how you were going to cap your time off with her anyway."
Who are you? She asked again.
Hate sighed. He leaned forward, resting his chin on her shoulder, tilting his head slightly to whisper in her ear. "I am Hate, or at least that is the cool name I picked for myself. I'm also a murderer, and all around bad-guy. Now, are you going to suck this girl, or should I just smash her head in?"
There was a lengthy pause. Khala thought that if she drunk the girl's blood, she would at least have a bit more strength to fight this creature. Hate knew this of course. Her thoughts were an open book to him. Yes, I'll drink from her.
Hate released Khala suddenly. Her grip loosened and released, and the brunette sunk slightly from her raised position on the wall. She didn't scream immediately, for she first had to suck in her breast.
Then Khala was on her. Red lips met tender, tanned flesh, fangs sinking into to it easily. The cut of the vampires fangs was simple and painless, so sharp that it moved into skin without any resistance. Blood flowed into her mouth, and Khala's hips writhed with the intimacy of the act.
It felt good for the brunette as well, who forgot for a moment that she was dying, her head tilting back as a little pleasured gasp escaped her lips. Then she was gone, and her lifeless form dropped next to her more brutally killed friend's.
Khala's hands raised and palms pressed against the wall, enjoying the pleasure that the blood was giving her. She hardly noticed as two of Hate's fingers slipped inside her absolutely soaking pussy.
It was only as fingers embedded themselves up to the knuckle that she felt that pleasant intrusion. "What are you doing?" She asked as she stiffened slightly.
