Page 19 of Sanguineous Fiend
“Such a good girl. How do you feel? Better now?”
I’m close to my release and I’m fighting the vibrations as I wait for her reply. Her chest rises and falls with her panting breaths as the desire falls rapidly back to normal. She nods and then stops and stares at the camera.
“Yes, Daddy. So much better. But you didn’t cum yet,” she pouts and leans down to grab her phone.
Her fingers slide across the screen and then I’m closing my eyes only to open them again to stare at her through the screen. I slip to my back and stare at the TV as she adjusts both vibrators to insane levels and I can’t help the shake of my legs as my orgasm rises rapidly.
It doesn’t take me long and I cum all over the toys. I release the moan that claws its way up my throat, and then my whole body shivers as the vibrations continue to pull me through the orgasm. The vibrations slow and then stop. All the while, I stare right at the screen and watch Scarlett as she looks smug and content.
We both came and now she has to work all day while she thinks of me and her release coats her pussy and thighs. I get to continue my sessions knowing that she is the reason I am so wound up and ready for the day.
I want her more than I want my next victim to coat my body in blood, and that is saying something.
The blood calls my name as I slip into the persona of Pheobe. I want to cover my entire body in the warm liquid, but I’ve been so busy at work this week that I haven’t had a chance to plan another night out. So when I step inside the bar tonight, I smile as I note several men eyeing me as I take my seat at the bar.
The police are still stumped on the random murders of rich men that are happening all over the city. They have an idea, but they have zero clue who I am or where I’m even from. They don’t even have a motif. Which is funny because I don’t have a real reason for doing this other than I like the look and feel of the blood and holding their life in my hands.
That’s all the motivation I need. It feels good. To fuck myself over them while they shake and choke on their blood. While the crimson liquid coats every part of me and them. Soaks into the sheets or clothes around us.
It makes my body hum with energy and fills me with a godlike sense of being. I can either spare them or kill them and then bathe in their blood when I eventually slit their throat open wide. I’ve killed two people so far, and tonight will be my third.
I want to try something different tonight. I really want to bask in the blood. So, as I sit at the bar, I survey the men eyeing me and wait for the winner to approach me. All of them are basically seeing who will be the winner of the staring contest and somehow that makes this all the better.
The attention to detail is something I have to make sure I watch. The more men that notice me, the increased amount of danger this now becomes. Witnesses that I don’t need.
I’m wearing the light blue dress and the short blonde wig. My heavy makeup changes my face shape completely, as usual. A pair of fake cat eye glasses makes up the final piece of the outfit. The only thing consistent is my red bottoms. They scream money and I need them for the outfit. Plus, it’s easier to get rid of one pair of expensive ass heels than several.
I sip some weird fruity drink that I didn’t catch the name of but I can taste the rum in it. It’s okay, but not something I would order on a regular. I play with the napkin beneath the glass and then smile when a man takes the seat beside me. Not even a simple greeting as he slips his arm along the back of my stool.
Just making moves so he’s confident as hell that he can land me. Hmm. Interesting. The other two were more reserved, so this will be different. I glance to my left at the man and note his short beard that is silvering that he has first. He’s staring at me in his expensive suit. A confidence in his eyes that he will bring me back to his room tonight.
“Good evening,” his voice is smooth and rich. Like a fine wine, almost.
“Hello.”
He’s handsome in an older gentleman type of way. It doesn’t bother me. He’s got more muscles than the other two. That may be a problem. If he can overpower me, then I may end up on the wrong end of all of this tonight. I do like a challenge. I just have to be very careful.
“On a scale of 1 to 10, you’re a 9, and I’m the 1 you need.”
I laugh at the corny line and he cringes.
“Yeah, that was better in my head. Sorry.”
I wave his apology away. No worries. I don’t want to date you, just kill you. So I offer a smile and then take a sip of my drink.
“My name is Pheobe. Bad line, but funny.”
“Bennet. What is a beautiful woman doing all alone in a bar?”
“Drinking alone. Want to join me?”
I don’t even bother with the small talk. The sooner I get him back to a room, the sooner I can get this over with and be coated in the delicious liquid and have it soak into my skin. I swear the more that soaks into my skin, the better it has felt. Smoother and perfect. Elizabeth Bathory had something right.
“I have a better idea. If you are up for it, that is.”
I take another sip of my drink. Here we go. I angle my body so it faces him slightly and lean into him. The movement is enough to show him I’m really interested and I’m now giving him my undivided attention.
“What did you have in mind?”
