Chapter One

MORGAN

I bounce up and down on his thin little cock as hard as I can. The likelihood of me getting off on this sad excuse for a dick is slim but a girl can hope, right? There was certainly no way I was going to get any kind of relief from him pushing his pencil dick in me gently, which is why I had no choice but to climb on top and attempt to take matters into my own hands.

"Oh yeah baby," he moans, his hands lightly holding my hips. "Just like that sweet girl."

That's the thing about most human men—they're always looking for a sweet little girl to take care of. They want someone warm and soft to snuggle with after they quickly get off. It's pathetic. This idiot is so desperate that he doesn't even realize that he hasn't found a sweet little girl. No, he's been caught in a monster's web.

"You feel so good, daddy!" They also like to be praised, I've learned. They all have shockingly fragile egos.

"Yeah baby girl, you like daddy's cock tearing you apart?"

No .

"Oooo yeah, daddy! Please, don't stop!"

Not like you're doing any of the work anyway .

The man beneath me is pale and lean, with wire-rimmed glasses and a sad comb over. His lithe frame is nearly translucent and almost sickly beneath my beautifully tanned skin. It's like this dude just crawled out of the creepy basement where he lives. When I'd picked him on the Good Girls Looking for Dirty Daddies site, it was the glasses that got me. I couldn't believe someone was still wearing that shit. I thought as a society, humans decided that the creeper glasses from the 80's were no longer socially acceptable; that they screamed pervert. Apparently, my date missed the memo.

I guess his wife missed the memo too. I'm assuming he's married, based on the thin golden band on his left hand. Maybe he's separated. Honestly, who knows, and who cares.

We'd only exchanged a handful of messages before he found out I'm a plus-sized bombshell and asked to meet up that same night. In public, men pretend they want skinny bitches but behind closed doors, they all want a good girl with a body they can actually grab on to. His beady eyes haven't left my very full bust all night. With long blonde hair, captivating blue eyes, and curves for days, I'm what men are really looking to fuck. That's the beauty and the curse of my existence. I'm a beast from Hell wrapped in a beautifully seductive package.

Grinding my clit roughly against his pubic bone, I begin to feel my orgasm building. Tingles of pleasure build in my core and spread down my thighs. I moan sincerely this time as warmth begins to pulse through me, begging for a release.

"That's it, baby, let daddy make you feel good," the man croons as he palms a handful of tit and groans. His touch is light, gentle, sweet, and not anywhere close to satisfying.

"Yes daddy, I want you to make me come!" And I'm close, so close. No thanks to him, though.

The man's eyes roll back into his head, flailing upward, and exposing his slender throat to me. His Adam's apple bobs with each of his moans as warmth explodes inside me.

This motherfucker!

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" he screams in ecstasy while rope after rope of his sticky goop splatters my insides. "Take all daddy's cum, sweet girl!"

I know this little pencil dicked fuck did not just finish before I got to come!

I continue to grind, chasing my release, even after he stops throbbing inside me. His hands latch onto my hips as he tries to restrain my movements. His pencil dick begins to soften.

"Hey, hey. Stop, sweetheart," he says, laying a gentle kiss against my heated skin. "You did such a good job. I came so hard. You can stop now." His tone is sickly sweet and condescending.

"What about me?"

"What about you?" His tone shifts drastically. Clearly, this human doesn't like being questioned.

"Don't I get to finish?" I ask with a cock of my head, letting him hang himself.

"You didn't?" He seems genuinely confused but I don't give a shit—I'm getting what I came for.

Releasing the barbs from my inner walls, I feel them slowly sink into his softening member. Razor sharp teeth that line the innermost recesses of my pussy bite into his flesh. I moan in ecstasy as his blood begins to seep out of him and into me. He screams as his eyes grow to the size of saucers as he feels the tiny teeth of my pussy ripping into his dick. Too bad it's too late for him.

"What the fuck?!" he shrieks as he squirms and writhes between my thick thighs.

"Shhh," I stroke the pasty skin of his paling cheeks. "Fighting it will only make this more painful and quicker," I begin to move my hips again, grinding against my horrified victim, "and I want this to last."

His blood drenches my insides and squelches with each thrust of my hips. I can see it seeping out from where we're connected, spilling across my clit, making everything warm and slick and fantastic. It's like self-warming lube…only red. I throw my head back and moan, relishing in the feeling of him bleeding out into me while simultaneously hardening again.

"That's it daddy, you're going to feed me all you got until there's nothing left!"

He's so pale. His breaths are coming out in short and choppy pants as I claim more and more of his soul through his measly little cock. But he can't stop the groans of pleasure from slipping past his lips as I coax him to come yet again, his essence steadily seeping out more and more. His soul is as measly as his little cock, but fuck the monster within me is relisheng in the agony etched across the man's face as my barbs sink deeper into him. Each roll of my hips brings me closer to completion.

"Yes," I moan in ecstasy. "I'm almost there, keep feeding me your blood and cum, daddy!"

I can feel my monstrous side coming out; my mask of beauty falling as I lose myself to the pleasure I'm pumping out of him. I don't even care if he sees the monster within, he won't be living to tell his tale anyway. Warmth builds and I can feel my release coming on fast now. My thick thighs quake around the pale and slender form beneath me as waves of euphoric release continuously build. The blackened veins of my Hellish form throb beneath the surface of my skin. Screams of agony and pleasure fill the small, shitty motel room. Red blood gushes down my thighs, filling the air with the scent of iron and sex.

As I fall off the cliff into ecstasy, I feel his life force slip from his body and into mine. Victim twelve is weak, but it should be enough to sustain me, for now at least. I'll need more soon. Thirteen before Halloween is the rule and we're already halfway through October. I'll have to hunt again soon.