Never Done

Pleasure. It was all around him in that moment as her warmth enveloped him. His hands slid up her milky thighs in the moonlight and he gazed into her eyes, a nervous laughter escaping his lips as her gaze intensified. He looked down shyly even though they were in the midst of an act of public indecency.

"Sorry I… I just don't do this usually…" He said. He did not know her name, nor did she know his, and yet here they were in the back parking lot of a dive bar on the hood of his beat up Pontiac, entangled in each other's bodies.

"Shhh… it's fine. We're both adults here." The woman said, pressing a manicured finger to his lips. Her fingertips trailed to the back of his bare behind and dug into the mound of flesh there, yanking him forward and burying him deeper into her wetness, causing him to yelp in surprised pleasure.

"It's just… I feel so… I don't know, compelled to you I guess?" He huffed out as he attempted to keep up with her bucking hips.

"Normally I'm so shy."

She rolled her eyes and leaned forward, kissing him hungrily on the lips. Then when their lips parted, she gave him a look that effectively communicated 'Shut up!' without ever having to say a word. He nodded dreamily and continued his exploration of her depths, a hand sliding up and cupping the breast under her shirt. He sped up his hips, and she was pleased. It wouldn't be too much longer now. And predictably, just like the type of man she assumed he was, he cried out shortly afterward as he lost himself, spilling deeply inside her depths.

"That was…" He huffed. She squeezed his jaw with her fingers, giving a playful smile.

"Shhh. Don't ruin the moment." She said with a shortness in her voice. But she returned to a softer tone afterward.

"Hold me?" She grinned. In a dopey manner, he just nodded like a school boy and laid down overtop her, kissing her neck.

"You know… sex brings out all sorts of interesting flavors in men. Makes them a little salty-sweet. I love the way it tastes on my tongue." She said in an eerie voice, an echo that wasn't there before. He cocked an eyebrow and pulled his head back. She looked at him with an almost sinister smile.

"What…" He started to say before blood started pouring from his mouth. Suddenly his legs were numb, as if they had just disappeared. When he looked down all he could see was a gush of red, dripping down over the hood of his car. Her legs had transformed, serrated teeth on each inner thigh that had cut him all the way down to the bone. His bottom half slid off the front hood of the beat up old car, but he was just conscious enough to look up and see leathery wings rip from the woman's shoulders.

"Thank you for the snack." She smiled, though her face looked dead and soulless. Suddenly it started getting dark. Speckles in his eyes. Everything went black as he finally felt his body hit the asphalt below.

The creature stood, leathery wings flying out to either side of her body. Between her legs where her human sex once was now a large mouth with each leg acting as a fanged jaw, dripping with blood and viscera as a mighty barbed tongue slipped out from inside. A mouth that stretched from her ankle all the way up to her belly button. Her breasts, once soft and supple, now a Lovecraftian nightmare as the flesh peeled back and revealed eyes underneath, and the head above drooped forward as if it were a corpse, no longer in control. It had fed. Now it could fly away into the night.

Except…

An arrow shot into the creature's shoulder, the fish-belly white flesh blackening and sizzling from the entry wound as it appeared the bolt had been soaked in some kind of holy water.

"There's a reason I don't pick up people in bars." A husky voice came from the dark as their fingers pulled back and fired off two more arrows, one hitting the dead female head and the other puncturing into the breast-eye which caused the creature to flail and screech and paw at the injured eye with its clawed hands. Its wings flapped wildly in the night as the other strange eye squinted in the darkness to see where it was coming from.

A small scruffy man with tousled dark brown hair lowered his bow and stepped into the parking lot. He'd gotten the creature's attention and handicapped it enough to where he stood a chance now. He'd meant to save the poor guy that had gotten chomped but he'd been too late. The least he could do was avenge him.

He tossed the bow to the ground and pulled out a sword from the sheathe on his back, anticipating an attack as the creature spotted him. She howled, an unearthly shrill scream filling the night sky as her wings spread and she dove for him. He tumbled forward in a flurry of slashes and the demon hit the ground as one wing slid across the opposite side of the parking lot in a streak of green goop. The demon's blood. Gross.

Now one eye and one wing down, the demon retracted the other wing into its flesh, changing tactics quickly as she pressed her palms to the asphalt and began literally running on her hands, legs now in the air snapping like pincers as a weapon. The man readied himself, backing against a light fixture, and once the creature came for him, he ducked. The creature now had a mouthful of lamp post, and her strong jaws cut through the metal and into the wiring inside, electrocuting the demon. The warrior had long rolled away, readying his sword for the demon's next pass. But… she wouldn't get one. As the electrical charge fried her, the jaw-like legs tightened around the post as a reflex, causing her to be electrocuted even more. Her flesh bubbled and blackened, eventually erupting with puss and even more green, goopy blood. Eventually the creature fell to the ground, convulsing before slowing to a stop.

The warrior clicked his tongue, slowly walking up to the dead demon and studying her bizarre frame for a moment before pulling back his sword and stabbing it down through the creature's other eye, right through the human-like heart underneath. He could rest easy. His job was done today. But only today.

A Slayer's job was never truly done.