Bloodthurst

Young Aletza watched intently. Completely mesmerised by the young woman sucking the handsome young man dry. The way she carefully stroked the hair away from his neck. Stroking her fingers over his veins. The way she had led him away from the busy bar, discreetly fulfilling her sickest fantasies. The young lad was so unaware of what was gonna occur. How he’d never breathe in the sweet smell of the beach, or feel the sand get caught between his toes. She’d led him to the beach though, Aletza thought this was sympathetic. ‘At least he’s going to feel it one last time, I wouldn’t be that sympathetic. I’d make sure they hate every last second of the sad little life.’ The young woman on the TV had sunk her teeth straight into the veins she was stroking a few moments ago. The young lad lad giggled a little bit at first. ‘’Behaave young Esme’’ he breathed. ‘God she’s kinky’ he thought, excitement and adrenaline pulsing through his body. Esme dug deeper, sinking her teeth well in. His face soon differed from the healthy red blush he’d contracted from all the thoughts of the kinky, dirty s*x he was sure he was in for tonight. His left hand cupped her right breast. To a pale white, ghostly complexion. You could literally see the blood drain from his face. She’d had her hand interlocked at his thick golden curls at the back of his head, she tightened her grip as he grew weak. As she took her mouth away from his neck, he fell down. She gave him a slight kick, rolling him into the deep sea. Aletza gasped in awe, oh what she’d do to have that control.