《The Urge to Devour》14

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True to form, I return home. Liam has gone out, no doubt to feed. I cook Eleanor and the meal something to eat. Let her out of the room.

She sits next to the man I've brought home. "I expected you to be a woman."

He grins. "So did my mother. I have a habit of disappointing."

Eleanor chuckles. "Then why do you think you're here, what's your name?"

"Philip."

"Philip. What have you come round for?"

He looks at me nervously. I give him an encouraging smile.

"I'm here for Alastair. Or...perhaps you too, my lady?"

Eleanor says nothing, seemingly content she's knocked him off kilter.

• • •

I hold him in my arms. Eleanor swirls her glass of wine, her eyes on me, hooded, anticipating.

My fangs extend. He trembled in my hands.

"Be gentle sir," he begs, his cheeks flushed.

I only see her. She does not beg me to be gentle with him, but I will be nonetheless. I press my lips against his neck, before I slip my fangs into him.

She gasps from across the room. I watch her, as I feed from him, superimpose her thin neck onto his in mind. I harden at the thought, twitching in my pants.

Sex and feeding goes hand in hand. The desire to eat and the desire to cum intertwine.

She is watching me, taking of this man in my arms. Her mouth open, as she licks her lips slowly, ever so slowly, dragging that delicious pink tongue across the surface of those luscious lips.

"What does it taste like?" She whispers, on her hands and knees watching us closely.

I smile, but my mouth is occupied. He moans softly, arching his back. I pull my fangs from his neck, letting him fall as he moans on the floor.

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Her eyes hood as I pant the color coming back to face and hair.

I open her cage, just a room with bars instead of a door. My lips crash against hers. One hunger sated. Another must be filled.

Her legs wrap around my waist, as I pull at her dress, my hands roaming her silky skin. The boy moans in the background still high from my fangs, hips bucking in the air desperate for pleasure I don't intend to give him.

My nose skims her neck. I'm still hungry.

"Alastair—"

But I want to hunt her, she is my ultimate prey my love my dinner.

I let her go. "Run," I whisper. "Run that I may hunt you down and take you."

Her eyes widen, as she scrambled, fumbling onto her hands and then onto her feet, running away. I smile. Wait. It's been so long since I've had a proper hunt. I wait an hour.

Then I walk out into the city. I stroll following her scent. She scurried about. What a fun game. But I know her favorite things. Where she goes. Where she avoids.

I know she washes her clothes once a week on Sunday, and she washes her comforters first. I know she does her hair on Tuesdays.

There's no where she can go. I pause at an alley, cocking my head. She shivers, backing away.

"You," she trembled forcing a smile. "What now?"

I appear in front of her pinning her down. Her body soft and warm under me, cheek to the ground. I lick her neck gently. "Now you're mine," I whisper, kissing her neck.

My fangs extend, aching begging me to indulge just once, like scintillating songs of a siren.

They scrape the base of her neck, not enough to draw blood. Her dress is still falling off her shoulders, her beating louder in my ears than anything I've heard.

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"Alastair," she whimpers.

That sound snaps me of my self control, and I'm tearing at her clothes, satiating my thirst for her, slotting myself against her as I pull her hips up, holding her throat, arching her back.

Her moans fill the streets but I don't care, I sink my fangs into her perfect throat, squeezing her harder, as I sink inside her.

I'm lost and undone at the sensations, my eyes rolling back, as complete and utter euphoria washes over me.

Buried in her depths as she clenched around me, tasting her perfect blood. The sun burns me, burns me for the first time as I take her in a back alley, reminding me of the monster that I am.

But even the searing of my flesh is unable to stop me from having her. Her body caved under me, pleasure washing over her.

Once again, in gods sight I have defiled his creatures. This time, I fear, I've hurt a creature too lovely.

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