Randy looked at the giggling woman on the bed. Naked. On her back. Ready for the taking. It had all been so damn easy. Too easy even. The woman with the rust red hair and the pearl grey eyes carrying the weird name Delta had been more than ready to find a man for the night.
"What a pretty sight," he said.
He crawled up her body, just as naked as she was. He kissed her upper body, running his tongue over her neck and up to her ear.
"Delta, Delta, Delta. So innocent and horny," he chuckled. "I'm gonna enjoy every drop of you."
"You talk funny," she giggled.
"Wait until you see what else I do with my mouth," he said.
He leaned back up to watch her. Lust clouded her vision for sure. She had no idea the danger hiding in this man. He grabbed her wrists in one hand and held them down above her head. She looked amused and licked her lips. That look would disappear in seconds.
"Take me, Randy!" She begged.
"Oh, I will," he smirked. "Just not the way you think."
He held up his free hand. The look on her face shifted to pure horror as claws started growing out. She wanted to scream but her voice had abandoned her. He stuck out his tongue and sliced it open with a claw. He leaned over her and she found her voice again. She screamed but he quickly drowned it with a bloody kiss. She struggled against him as his blood poured into her mouth and down her throat. She quickly got weak and then finally laid completely still. He broke the kiss with a wide grin on his face.
"You're paralyzed by my blood," he explained. "It's an ancient curse in my family. I have to take a life each month. I have to suck one dry every new moon. I'm not a vampire or a werewolf or whatever you've learned about from movies and tv shows. I don't even know what I am besides cursed. You can thank my great great grandfather for fucking over a gypsy back in the days. They know their curses."
He ran a hand down her naked body and stopped by her hip. He pressed the tips of his claws into her, just piercing her skin without pushing them in further.
"Don't get me wrong. I don't feel bad about it. I was born this way. I just thought I'd be a nice guy and explain why you're about to die," he said. "Anyway, you're naked and I'm fucking horny so let's do this."
His claws ran over her skin, splitting it slowly as he moved it from her hip and in between them. He grabbed his dick, lined it up at her pussy and pushed into her. Tears slid out of the corners of her eyes but she couldn't speak or move as he started fucking her.
He had taken many women before her. In his younger days he had experimented with what felt best for him. He didn't need to fuck them. They didn't even need to be women. He only needed to suck a human dry once a month. But it was boring so he tried his way around. The best way to do it was to feel their life run out the same second he came.
He sped up, fucking her harder, wishing for a moment he could hear her whimper and cry. Feel her pain. Know how badly he hurt her. Sometimes he did. If he was in a place where no one was around, he didn't paralyze them first. But here they were in a hotel room somewhere so he couldn't risk it.
He felt himself move closer to the edge. He was about to cum and he needed her there with him. He turned her head and looked at her milk white throat. He trailed it with his tongue, a teasing warning to mess with her one final time, before scratching her open with his claws and starting to drink her blood. His thrusts were wild and beyond his control. All he felt was power as he came at the same time the fire in her eyes was put out.