She could have pretended the get-go fourth dimension was a good luck. Self-defense, like she told herself the side by side morning. For the side by side few weeks even ; until, honestly, it had happened again. And again. And again, all in one workweek, during the electric storm that plagued her urban center. She couldn't pretend it was a fluke anymore.

Sarah preened in the rumination of a closed bar workshop window. She studied her brilliant risque hair- well, not so brilliant anymore. The color had gradually bled from her locks, betraying the streaked dark blond she tried to hide. Her smutch eyeshadow looked like two bruises on either side of her nose in the faint luminance. Johnston Street was poorly lit so late in the even ; the bars and their caterwauling patronage were another three city block over. The only building of any note on the street was the public program library and it'd been shuttered since six.

There was a sudden skirmish from the corner of the road.

Sarah's wet eye whipped to the strait. A staggering, chunky phantasm straightened a toppled rubbish bin and cursed. Loudly, slurred. The stream of cognizance, just out of earreach, was interrupted by a peal of nervous laughter. The dark aspect of the figure turned towards the woman by the strip shopping mall, across the modest parking lot.

"‘ Aye, you !"

It happened again. Blood rushed to Sarah's capitulum, filling her ear with still. Her senses strained- no, they sharpened. She could taste his acerbic perspiration on the breeze, smell his boozey breath. His heart measure slowly in his throat. She could practically finger his pulse under her fingertips already. Under her back talk. He was still yards away but she could taste him in the vertebral column of her mouth.

The drunkard stumbled forward, propelled by something unknowable to Sarah. If she'd moved her eyes from the man to the window she would induce understood ; as her lungs filled with the mephitis of him she seemed to amplify. Her gimp hair shined and floated around her glowing face, illuminated by her round gentle heart. They literally gleamed, lit from within like a lightening bug. She bared her teeth and curled her fingers into pincer. Her chest heaved under her T-shirt. Every new breathing time filled her with increased ardour. Every time she breathed, he was drawn further into her spell.

He flew across the parking lot into her arms. Or rather, he dragged her into his arms and flung them both into the window. His hands fumbled their way under her sweater over the clotheshorse of her knocker and the flimsy bra hiding them from his molestation. As the stranger groped her Sarah lowered her nerve to his neck and sniffed, deep. He stank of cheap liquor and cigarettes, contaminating linoleum and- cocain, perhaps ? That was new. New was fun. Sarah hovered over his jugular, panting, starving, and the alien finally yanked her bra down and pinched her unfaltering nipples.

With a snarl Sarah sunk her teeth into the man's throat. Her canines elongated, piercing his pulsating shape with razor-sharp points. He shuddered as his hide tore then quickly stilled and brought one handwriting down to Sarah's wench. When he lifted it over her hip there was nothing else in the way of his searching fingers ; by now Sarah knew not to put on pantie. They only got in the way.

Sarah's eyes fluttered shut as the first base drop of the man's blood hit her tongue and his fingertips skimmed her wet hole. He tasted as bad as he stank but the sharp Fucus vesiculosus of his blood was already turning Sarah's headland. Rum was so lots warm filtered through an dipsomaniac. Sarah's teeth retracted, releasing a splurt of coppery profligate. She flicked her tongue against the punctures on the man's neck, irritating the vessels.

"Fuck,"he moaned, his chest vibrating against Sarah's. He rammed three fingers into her pussy unceremoniously and hooked his deal against her private parts. The butt of his ribbon rasped against her throbbing clit.

Sarah pulled away from his pharynx."More,"She admonished, and the man obeyed without hesitation. He rubbed her clit with one hand and shirked his pants with the other, exposing himself. He was already hard, a little let down in girth but plenty long. Sarah allowed him to prop her leg up on his arm and he thrust into her, grunting. roue seeped from the wound on his neck, soaking the pinch of his body of work shirt. His name was stitched onto the pocket but Sarah hadn't bothered to look.

Sarah licked the blood dripping down his throat and latched onto his punctures again. As she sucked he fucked, pounding their hips against the windowpane. Her interior burned but it wasn't enough ; her orgasm flirted just out of grasp. Almost as soon as she'd thought it the man reached down between them and slid two fingers into her pussy, skewering her on his deal and shaft. She moaned into his throat and he slipped another finger into her hot, sopping jam.

Sarah's teeth descended again as her climax neared. She writhed her rose hip onto the alien's cock and hand, working her clit against his ovolo. She was stuffed full, almost- She was so close-

The man slurped beside her ear then something prodded her tail. The man pulled her closer, deeper, and first one, then two, fingerbreadth popped into her tight asshole. She bit down hard on the man's neck opening as her pussy spasmed. Hot blood splattered her throat, covering the wild gargling screams she released. The man hollered, his voice echoing down the street, but Sarah was too captivated in her own ecstasy to card. She didn't even notice when her dentition closed, clicking against each other, while she tore straight through the man's neck. She clutched his still consistency to her until her orgasm subsided then let his idle weighting drop.

Sarah spat pluck physique and gore. Her liberate sweater was coated in blood, hanging heavy on her shoulder joint, and her skirt was hiked over her stark hip. She straightened her clothing, fruitlessly wiped her stained oral cavity against her forearm, and walked away from the man's hitch body. She wasn't entirely sure he was dead, but it didn't topic. The living 1 didn't remember her.

Sarah hadn't told herself it wouldn't happen again in a patch. There was really no point. One way or another, someone else would wind up inside her and she'd feast again. She had to. It felt too commodity to cease .