cataclysmic appetite

-SIX-

My nose picks it up, fresh and hot right from the vein as drops trickle out and lose oxygen. Such a palette of different tastes, this girl is a fucking buffet of flavors. I need to discover them all.

I lick the side of her leg slowly, eyes rolling back at the way she invades every one of my senses, tastebuds crying in ecstasy. My nails claw at her, gashes in her skin painting the palest of skin in the most delectable shade of red. I moan as the drops end on my tongue, as I fuck her wounds with my mouth. My appetite fully awake, I manage to tear my lips away from her, fangs coated in the heroin of her blood as I lick them.

Brown eyes look down at me, curious and so fucking big they make me laugh out loud. Her pulse is strong, heart hammering against the inside of her chest cavity. I can picture it so clearly: the large organ filling and emptying in a rhythmic fashion that keeps this mortal on her feet.

"Shit, you're crazy," she mutters with a maniacal grin on her face.

"I'm gonna eat your cunt, devour every drop that leaks from it and then I'm going fucking kill you on my cock, feel you tighten all the way until you strangle me and come, coat me with your juices until you come again while I bite your neck and drain you."

"Christ, what's fucking stopping you," she moans. I can't believe my ears, but I shake my head as she's clearly too far gone in her lust to even listen to so much as one word that's coming out of my mouth. It's all I need, even though I don't care about her opinion. She's mine now, my prey to rip to fucking shreds until there's nothing left but a limp, grey body they'll put six feet under with a pretty stone on top, etched with empty words. Humanity is cruel, yet they see us as monsters.

I don't even care when I pull her down, drape her shapely legs over my shoulders. She would've hit her head, but Bo's prepared, palms on the floor. She utters a loud 'fuck' before my mouth connects with her flesh, licking her inner thigh clean as she writhes against my face. Fucking hellcat.

I grunt against her pussy, lips curling back before I bare my teeth and let them graze her skin.

"Fucking hell," she blurts when I suck her pulsing clit into my mouth.

"When's the last time a man made you come, whore?" I can taste her on my lips, smell her on my face and look up at her wanton expression.

"Two fucking months ago." Her voice echoes the need

Christ. Humans…

"Let me give you yours before I take mine, Bo." I grin against her pretty cunt, gather the cocktail of her tastes in my mouth before I swallow. She's a fucking feast with a glorious pussy no one should be able to resist, no one should be able to deny.

"B—Bella." It's a whisper, but she might as well have been shouting right into my ear, her voice dripping sex, husky timbre wrapped around the word.

"Is that your name, little whore?"

She nods and moans when I pump three fingers into her without any warning. She's tight and clamping down, lubricating my motions as I go inhumanly fast, the vibrations causing her arms to tremble. Her upper body drops onto the floor, dark, wet hair like a halo around her head and upper body as her legs open more, wider still to grant me better access—better view. Fuck. This little human is impeccable.

"Bella," I repeat as my fingers pound into her. She's fucking close, so close. I can hear it, I can sense it, I can fucking smell it by the way she gushes around me. "You're going to have to come, sweetheart." I keep up the speed, hitting her G-spot each and every time I thrust my hand up. Her back arches more, moans louder and provocative until it's there. The moment I've been aching for—longing —creeps up on me as I work her faster and faster and fuck her harder than any human ever has.

Her pussy convulses, muscles tight and protesting but I know she's fucking loving this. It's in the way she looks down at me when she straightens her head, full lips parted as she bites them. Bella breaks the skin, one tiny droplet of blood swimming to the surface of the thin, sensitive skin. It awakens me, sends me into sensory overload until I crumble and bite her inner thigh. Bella gasps, my teeth cutting through her skin like a hot knife through the softest butter in the world.

She screams, but it's pure pleasure as she grunts, shoves her leg harder against my face. She's coming, cunt raining all over my hand, muscles spasming as her pussy flutters and I suck harder, cradling her to my face as her blood slides down my aching throat—soothing the burn.

"Oh my fuck…" She gasps for air, chest heaving before I lick the puncture wounds my teeth created. I lap up the last of her before I dive back into her cunt, savoring every last drop before I shut off her shower and get us out of the water that's now lukewarm.

We're wet, dripping all over the floor but I have her on her pretty bed less than a second later, duvet turning darker where her body meets the soft, synthetic material. Her sheets are soaked from her hair, but I don't even feel bad. It's not like Bella will need her bed much longer. She doesn't even look like she cares right now.

I'm standing over her, cock hard, stroking myself as she parts her legs without a care in the world. The whore is flexible, that's for fucking sure as I watch how wide she's got her pretty legs, how her pussy needs to be filled up.

She looks so beautiful like this, little cunt on display, skin glistening and the fairylights woven through her iron headboard casting an ethereal glow on her perfect little body.

"Fuck me," she purrs. She glides a hand in between her tits, the marks of my fingers still here, making me grow impossibly harder. "Please," she adds with a mischievous grin.

"You beg all your customers to fuck you, whore?"

She chuckles and turns around until she's on her hands and knees, perfect arch and her ass high. I want to bite it, tear her apart as I suck her blood and make her come around my cock. She'll taste so good, I'm addicted after just one little taste. I need more. So much more. I need it all. I have to have every fucking drop. "Just the hot ones," she jokes as she drops her upper body on the bed, her ass even higher, pussy leaking onto the sheets.

I wanna eat her until I'm full, want to lick her pussy clean until there's nothing left.

"You know I'm gonna kill you, right?"

"Make me come like you just did and I won't even care." It's there, fire in those brown orbs that outshine the golden specks as she speaks nothing but the truth.

I look inside for a second, losing my grip on my gift, hearing her utmost inner thoughts echo what comes out of her mouth.

Fucking do it. It's not like I have anything worth living for. I've got nothing but my body, an empty life I try to fill up with money.

I don't care for the sob story behind her thoughts, crave the angst that exudes from her every pore because of it though. It's sweet and tangy in the air, and as lust builds in her body and mixes with her cream from before I lose my fucking mind.

She screams when I slam inside her, iron grip on her little waist as I almost break her in half, pressure on her spine as my palm glides up hot, silky skin. I press her face into the bedspread, her moans feral and wild as I feed her my cock, pussy still swollen from when I had her in the shower and sucking me in.

"I k—know what you are," she utters as I continue my pace, my thrusts hard and too fast to be human, sending her into a drunken frenzy.