The XXX Connection: Prey & Hunter Part One — Indy McDaniel

When Lil headed for her target, Chris wasted no time heading for his. He’d secretly hoped that Lil would choose to go with a werewolf instead of a vampire, as he’d had his eye on a particularly gorgeous one since they’d entered the bar. She sat at her own table, in the corner of the bar, sipping at a fancy drink. Since they’d entered, no one had dared approach her. Chris didn’t let that deter him any. He walked over and motioned to the seat on the other side of the table. “This spot taken?” he asked the dark-haired woman.

Maddalena Russo looked up from her crimson beverage to the man who’d been foolish enough to approach her. Part of her was tempted to tear his throat out right then, but he wasn’t a bad looking specimen and anyone crazy enough to just walk right up to her might be fun to play with. She nodded. “Sit.” A thick Italian accent tinged her voice and the word came out more as an order than a concession. She wore a low-cut, form-fitting red dress which revealed a fair amount of cleavage. It didn’t hurt that her bosom was quite expansive. Her long, black hair draped around her bare shoulders and her eyes glistened darkly, revealing her age to be far greater than what her body told.

Chris took the seat quickly, admiring the woman’s beauty. “Y’know, you’re bloody gorgeous…” he said to her, deciding it would be best not to beat around the bush with her. Her attitude told him that she wasn’t much for small talk.

“You want to fuck me,” Lena replied, swiftly. Her face was passive, not betraying any of her own thoughts on the idea. Her thoughts were that she hadn’t had a good fucking in quite a while and a man with his confidence was either very good or incredibly bad. If it was the latter… Well, there were other ways she could have fun with him.

“The thought had crossed my mind,” Chris responded, not so much as batting an eye at her blunt statement. In fact, a smirk played across his face. He liked her more and more with each passing moment.

Lena moved forward, leaning against the table and giving him a very good view of her cleavage. To her surprise, he only gave it a brief glance before locking eyes with her. He was good. “Well, then… what are you waiting for?” A slow smile crept onto her face as she saw she’d finally managed to surprise him.

Chris glanced around the rest of the bar, at the other patrons and the bartender, then looked back to the woman. “Right here?”

Lena nodded, already exerting her will over the other, weaker minds in the bar, telling them to go about their business regardless of what took place in her little corner of the bar. “Don’t worry,” she told him. “We won’t be bothered.” To prove her point, Lena slid out from the booth and moved around to his side of the table. Reaching up to the top of her dress, she pushed it down, letting her large breasts spill free. That got the man’s attention plenty more than her cleavage, but he still forced himself to look away from the pale orbs to the other patrons, seeing that none of them were paying attention to them. One even glanced their way, but turned back just as suddenly.

Turning back to Lena, Chris admired her bare breasts for another moment before pushing himself to his feet and moving close to her. He placed his hands over her tits, feeling the cool flesh of them and giving each a squeeze. He ran his thumbs over her nipples before sliding his hands down her sides to rest against her hips, lifting her up and setting her down on the table. Lena leaned back onto her elbows, content in letting him do what he wanted with her for the moment. She was curious as to what he’d do.

Chris’s hands slid down to the bottom of Lena’s dress, which only came down to around mid-thigh. He tugged the dress up, revealing more of her pale skin. Lena lifted her ass from the table, letting him slip the dress around the curve of it, exposing her bare crotch. Her dark pubic hair was thick but well groomed and Chris leaned down, moving his head between her thighs. The vampiress gasped at the feeling of his warm lips against her cold pussy and she parted her legs more for him. Chris kissed against her before running his tongue up her slit, tasting her. Moving a hand forward, he pushed her cunt lips open and extended his tongue deeper into her, running it along the sensitive flesh. Above him, Lena let out a soft moan. So far, he was doing quite a good job.

Chris flicked his tongue over Lena’s clit before placing his lips around it and sucking hard, pushing a finger into her pussy. Lena’s eyes slid shut and she moaned louder, moving a hand down to grab hold of the back of his head and pull him against her. Getting the hint, Chris sucked harder on her clit, flicking his tongue back and forth over it quickly as he pushed another finger into her, feeling her cold flesh gripping at his digits and growing wet. Lena’s nails dug into the back of his head and she ground her hips against his face. The suction on her clit ended, but Chris’s tongue still lashed against it, although now very slowly. The tip of his tongue slid over it and moved around it, while his fingers pumped into her at a slower pace. He was smart. It was just the right kind of teasing Lena enjoyed. If he’d tried to stop completely right then, she’d have wrapped her thighs around his head and snapped his neck, then used his body to finish the job. But the slow pace was almost better, dragging her impending orgasm out.

Keeping his movements against her slow for another minute or so, Chris then suddenly changed tactics. Sucking her clit back into his mouth, he bit lightly against it while jamming his fingers deep inside her. The sudden reversal of pace caught Lena off guard and a cry of pleasure escaped her lips, her body tensing and juices gushing from her cunt. She gasped as the sudden orgasm flowed over her, letting out a low growl. The trick hadn’t been very nice… but it had felt nice. Her initial reaction to kill him faded quickly. She felt him still lapping at her pussy, cleaning her with his tongue, and she stroked through his short hair with her hand.

“Now now, British man… Don’t bother cleaning what you plan on getting dirty again.” She looked down past her breasts as he looked up and gave her a smirk, rising to his feet. “Let’s see how well you can make me cum with your cock, shall we?”

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Indy McDaniel lives in Florida and has been writing stories since he figured out how to scrawl letters onto dead trees. He’s been featured in such anthologies as ‘Fem-Fangs’, ‘Leather, Denim & Silver’, ‘How the West Was Wicked’, and ‘Sinisterotica’. If you’re interested in reading more of his erotic works, check out http://deathstalker.libriserotica.com/. His Twitter handle is @steelcorpfilms.