"Wench! You\'re no temptation to me!" The cold-blooded beauty simply smiled at his quivering body.
"And exactly how strong do you think you are against me, boy?" Her smile never faded as she leaned down onto him, adjusting her hips in the process to make his manhood throb as it faintly touched the outer edge of her core. Her lips landed greedily on his, breaking through any defense he had, yet Guillaume refused to go down so easily, deciding to bite down on the cool tongue of the vampire woman. She withdrew for only a moment but her lips didn\'t leave his. A searing pain erupted in his mouth as she forced his mouth wider with hers and bite down ferociously, scoring warm blood which she drew out faster and faster until Guillaume could no longer feel any of the pain she inflicted on him. Something dug into his back causing him to yelp in pain. A similar pain erupted on his chest as he ventured a look down. Her talon-like nails dug into his flesh and red liquid was seeping out of the marks.
His yelps of pain became much more than that as more blood flowed from newly opened wounds. As his screams came, the woman hardly blinked in her path. Her cold, blood-stained lips left his, but trailed down to his jaw line, causing another wave of nausea and desire to rise in him once the pain settled. Without meaning to, his lips parted again and a moan escaped them which moved quickly through the sounds of rustling blankets and crickets of the night into the woman\'s ear. Her kisses and licks slow as they moved down his throat, trying for the same reaction. Again and again, Guillaume\'s lips parted and gave her what she wanted, each time her movements become slower and more torturous.
Forgetting his nausea to relieve his pain elsewhere, Guillaume gripped onto her hips slowly, fighting against himself again and groaning with the effort. He slid into her with aggravating success, her hips shifting down to allow him access. With his first thrust, the woman faltered in her smooth pattern, caught off guard. And if Guillaume heard correctly, she actually moaned softly too.
The woman leaned in to his ear again, her blonde tresses falling softly over her shoulders, skimming along his neckline. "Yes," she hissed sensuously and she licked at his skin and dried blood. Guillaume thrust into her harder, trying for the same reaction, a smaller wave of disgust rising, which was instantly wiped out by his next thrust, harder, and the next one. All that mattered was the desire overwhelming Guillaume\'s body for the succulent oyster that was her core. But the harder he pushed himself into her, the more heat washed over him, the less the woman reacted the way he wanted her to. "Yes," she breathed, the voice of a snake again, but this time it was alluring to him. All that mattered was the next thrust; he could feel himself beginning to peak, beginning to want her there, beginning to need her there. She laughed quietly in his ear, her voice barely faltering as he sweat below her in his effort to make her climax as well. "Virgins do it the best. They don\'t get caught up in themselves." Something pressed softly and wetly against his ear as she spoke, small licks and caresses. “The first erection is always the best one to taste.” With an evil laugh that drove him higher into him with a desperate grip and a sickened stomach, the woman’s body went rigid, and Guillaume couldn\'t make her move but he couldn\'t find it in himself to stop his own motion, not this close anyway. "They taste better than any experienced man I’ve had."
At her words, the boy felt a strong grip on his skin as he let loose inside, peaking up between her thighs. The woman opened her mouth to smile at a moaning Guillaume, displaying a mouth of sharpened teeth and two elongated canines in the gums which sloped to a sharp point. With a speed far faster than the lad\'s eyes could follow, the two fangs sank into the soft, vulnerable flesh of the base of his throat.
A scream broke free from his lungs faster than he could form it. His body fought her, but her talons kept him subdued. Pleasure mixed with anger and pain course through his body as his back arched and his hips worked more vigorously. He no longer felt himself inside of her, but rather invading him from everywhere: the air, the bed, his own blood as it was being drawn out. It made him nearly scream. He could feel his body growing cooler and acting without knowledge. His short nails clawed at her, but the familiar pressing of her body held him, even while she maneuvered her body to take full advantage of his climax. Her lips lapped at the blood flowing freely from his neck, and a white light began to numb him. The room spun again and his senses faded, but his heart beat wild. Blackness over took him and he found himself staring up at the same ceiling he had first seen this night, wondering: Is this death?