cataclysmic appetite
- TWO –

Her fingers fumble with the zipper of Mike's discount jeans, the rips on the thighs only adding to the cheap façade of the pants. I sigh at her slow pace, then tear until there is nothing but shreds of cheap denim barely hanging on.

"Go ahead," I tell her.

Her big eyes gaze up at me as she guides the tip of his skinny cock between her lips. She's attempting to be sexy, but it's ridiculous watching her try so fucking hard.

Mike grunts as he inches his cock deeper into her mouth, in between lips so thin it makes me wonder if this girl is the only one on the planet who hasn't heard about injectables.

It's a pathetic act but it works. Mike's getting closer and closer to shooting his load deep into his girlfriend's throat. His heart starts hammering like a hummingbird's wings, pumping blood to where he needs it most. I lick my lips in anticipation of his climax, the endorphins which will release the second he orgasms.

"Fuck your cunt with your fingers," I tell Jessica. Her mouth falters slightly before the fingers of her free hand disappear into her underwear. I can hear how wet she is, hear the speed of her circled movements as she assaults her swollen clit. I make her stop sucking him off by pulling her right pigtail again —just until her heart beats about the same speed as Mike's.

Nothing better than a mutual orgasm to season your dinner.

"That's it, sweetheart. Let him fuck your mouth while your pussy creams, okay?" She whimpers at my words and Mike grunts as the vibrations hit every nerve of his erection.

The noises in the room are delicious, wet and sloppy, pussy so soaked I bet the insides of her thighs have never been so slippery. I can't wait to bite her—there—and take her blood with a side of cunt. I can tell she has a sweet one, and mixed with fresh, warm blood it's probably going to be better than Mike's taste.

"Ride your fingers, Jessica. Let him take the lead." It's always so funny to see them comply. Humans are too fucking easy. It's ridiculous—convenient, but ridiculous.

The brunette does as she's told, inserting two fingers into her pussy, moaning as she does while the other hand keeps playing with her clit. She's close; I can tell because there's miniscule droplets of sweat forming by the pores of her forehead, and her heart is slamming against her chest. Yes, baby. Keep going.

"How does it feel, Mike?" I ask. I take the opportunity to glance around the room. I see their phones stacked on the desk, screen down. That's easy enough. At least I won't have to search for those when I need to dispose of them later.

"Oh, man…fuck, Jess…just like that," he mutters. Eyes closed, he lets his head fall back as he bites his lip. Blood rises to the surface; it colors his mouth and makes my own water. Anticipation: it's a bitch. Why is this guy's stamina so much better than the average seventeen-year-old's?

"What about fucking her face don't you understand, golden boy?" I narrow my eyes, so fucking agitated,and I want to just finish this already. Sometimes human sex is hot. Sometimes it gets me half-hard, but this just makes me want to fucking leave.

"Jess doesn't like it when I'm rough with her."

I let out a laugh, the first real one in who the fuck knows how long.

"Yeah, well, that's too bad. I'm fucking hungry, and your pathetic little girlfriend needs to get over herself." I grab Jessica by the hair at the same time I press into Mike's lower back—I make her gag on his dick as he groans like he's never been blown properly before.

"Swallow his cock, darling. And put your back into it, make that pussy squeeze your fingers. I've got other things to do." Her wet noises and pathetic moans make me want to tap my foot while I watch the hands of time tick by torturously slowly. Just fucking come already, Goldilocks.

Mike's heart is hammering like he's going to go into cardiac arrest, so I know it's almost time. I lick my lips, tongue sliding over sharp fangs. I can almost taste the blood flowing through his veins.

"Fuck, Jess, baby…" As Mike utters these words, I watch how Jessica looks up at him, ponders her actions before she moves off of him.

"What the fuck?" I growl.

"I don't swallow," Jessica mutters, shaking her head furiously. It makes me want to bash her brains in. I'm wasting my fucking time here.

That's the second I lose it. I see red, nothing but red.

Part of me is too hungry to care, too fucked-up to think about the fact that my dinner is ruined —that it's now the human equivalent of unseasoned soup, of bland, cooked chicken breast. Worst of all, it's been ruined by the chef—me.

I've had it with this girl, with the way she talks back and thinks she's the queen of fucking England. She's nothing but a blood bag, disguised as a sleazy teenager who'd do anything for her equally sleazy boyfriend.

Leaning down, my fingers curl around her throat, and she gasps with wide eyes. She's straining for air, coughing up a storm as I lift her back onto her feet by her neck, squeezing a little too tightly when she's up and looking like a deer in the fucking headlights.

"Playtime's over, sweetheart," I spit into her face.

"Dude, let go of her." Mike is pissing me off, so I look at him, my sigh heavy and loaded with hate.

"Oh, really?" I laugh maniacally, ready for this shitshow to end, for these two to be gone and dealt with. "Are you going to stop me?" I caress the strands of blond out of his eyes as I smirk at him. "Gonna take me on all by yourself, big boy?"

I've had enough, and I turn to look at Jessica. She's staring at me, red-faced, eyes almost bulging out of her fucking headas I strengthen my grip.

"Let me show you how you swallow, Jessica, dear. I'll drink your football captain dry," I say.

Baring my teeth, I finally feel like myself —although I'm still pissed that I've let this hunt drag out as long as I have. I'm victorious, dragging Jessica with me as I brace my arm around Mike's neck. My thumb pushes his chin up so his sad little beady eyes focus on me.

"Cheers." I grin before I tear into the soft, buttery flesh of his neck. Jessica shrieks one second before I shut her up forever, ripping out her voice box before I feast on her.

Blood seeps through their clothes onto mine. I feel it against my skin, hot and sticky, and so fucking full of oxygen. I'm high, high on fresh blood with just that hint of adrenaline. It's not as tasty as it usually is, but it'll fill me up until I find someone who's less of a little bitch and more of a sport when it comes to fucking. I moan as I drink, cradling lukewarm bodies until they're fully drained.

When I'm done I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, feeling as frustrated as when I started and only mildly sated. What I need now is to empty my cock into a hot, tight pussy before I devour her, too.