Midnight Snack

Being a huntress for over four centuries has afforded Liz the opportunity to assume many personas and to hone her skills of seduction.

During the first few hundred years, she continued to play the role of aristocrat. It allowed her access to the most desirable bloodlines from which to partake. Unfortunately, some of Europe's oldest royal lineages, Romanov, Windsor and Medici became tainted with genetic impurities that caused even her kind health dilemmas.

Liz traveled the world seeking out purer bloods with which to rejuvenate. Asia, Japan and the continent to be named Australia contained some of the finest years of her hunt.

Ending up in the New World in the 17th century, Liz decided that the newly formed independence of the United States suited her fine. Immigrants from all over the world inundated the burgeoning nation guaranteeing the continuous stirring of the genetic melting pot. A potpourri of delectable sustenance.

Liz shed her aristocratic edge opting for more of the "common man" approach. Being conspicuous just gets one in the tabloids. Flying under the radar is where it's at now. With Liz's alluring beauty, she finds a raunchy raucous night on the Sunset Strip is as good as any place to bag her prey.

Laughter and giggles fill the long arched tunnel that spills out into the courtyard. Liz has her latest acquaintance clutched at the wrist. Stopping beside the small roman water fountain that centers the courtyard, Liz swings her catch around. Her lips attacking his with a sucking sound. He tries to reciprocate, but Liz is very much in command of the union. She releases him, but he is completely in her thrall. She beams the,"You're gonna get fucked tonight", smile that she has perfected over the centuries. He returns with an equally toothy grin of ignorant bliss.

Liz leads her new toy up the enveloping inky void of the abyssal spiral staircase. Within, Liz senses his accelerating heart rate forcing his hormone-saturated blood to race through his veins engorging the one organ that is of utmost importance to the Blood Countess.

Stumbling into her apartment lair, the air is humid with deadly tension. The out flowing sweet stench of her prey's pheromones awakens her base nature. Like a Great White shark smelling that first molecule of spilled blood, her neurons crackle electric, erupting her instincts to the surface.

The man crashes to her leather couch collapsing into the soft brown bosomy cushions. The couch is enormous, room enough for six or seven adults. It has the design of a medieval birth; well worn of countless battles and victories.

Liz leaps onto him cowgirling his crotch. She resumes her assault upon his mouth. Her fangs slowing emerging from her bubblegum colored oral flesh, she pierces his lower lip drawing an ever so slight globule of red. Her eyes instantly rotate back into their sockets protecting her like the afore mentioned shark.

Liz back flips to the wooden floor while simultaneously yanking his pants to his ankles. His Scooby-Doo boxers sport a prominent "tent". She claws Scooby and friends to shreds releasing his pole. Hiking up her skirt, no panties of course, her hungry gash devours his flesh spike. Not requiring his participation, Liz's Olympic vaginal muscles undulate milking his cock to near climax.

The man balks as Liz dismounts. She quickly placates him with her mouth as her serpentine tongue tangos with his swollen purple shaft head. She engulfs its entirety feeling it build to eruption. Wait...wait...let it build...wait.... Just as he is about to launch his load into the back of Liz's throat, she bites clean through his cock!

He doesn't notice at first. To him it's the most glorious orgasm ever experienced! His entire person is convulsing with tingling fire! Only when he opens his eyes does he register the horrifying scene. Liz has his severed cock between her teeth shaking it like a Pit Bull with a new toy! Crimson sprays from the vacant lot where his cock used to live, showering Liz like a water sprinkler. His mouth opens, but only silence escapes his voice box.

Liz shakes her prize around a little more then devours it like a ballpark frank. The man is now running around the apartment like a guy with his prick cut off, spraying blood all over Liz's antique furniture, grasping at his nonexistent crotch, trying to plug the hole like the Little Dutch Boy at the dam.

Liz lies back against the couch laughing, enjoying the show. He'll settle down in a few moments. He can't keep this up with all of the life draining out.

Whimpering like an injured puppy, the man crumples to the Oriental rug covering the floor. Ah, a very dear memento of a life gone by is ruined. Liz swaggers to his side, kneeling down as if to repent. She instead puts her lips to his leaking nub sucking the remainder of the rejuvenating crimson into her wanting stomach. Her mouth stained Kool-Aid red; she kisses him gently on his lips.

She whispers, "I love midnight snacks."

THE END.... FOR TONIGHT.