Chapter Three

MORGAN

I can't stop thinking about that sweet little seductress. Her body felt so small and fragile against mine. I was tempted to throw her down, pull her dress up, and claim her right there in that fucking store. But then a male called to her. Of course, a beauty like that would be taken. It was foolish of me to even approach her. I'm supposed to be hunting for Victim Thirteen, which is why I'm at this stupid fucking place.

The lights are blinding me and the loud fucking music is giving me a headache. Clubs are one of the worst fucking inventions these idiot humans have created in recent years. I used to be able to find my victims at sweet little taverns. It was always quaint and warm, with good beer and food. The men would be traveling long distances with no one to miss them or come looking for them. It was so much easier back then. Now, I have to be thoughtful about my victims, look for men who won't have a lot of people asking too many questions when they disappear. I would like to take my time to find the perfect victim, but unfortunately, time isn't on my side. I need to feast on my final meal by Halloween, which is at the end of next week. My gift and my curse—eternal life and beauty but the price is thirteen corrupt souls before the rising of the blood moon. This year the blood moon falls right on Halloween. Poetic as fuck right?

So here I am, sitting on this uncomfortable stool, at this shitty downtown club, while waiting for the right man to approach. I down my drink, trying to drown all the fantasies about my sweet little princess that won't stop swirling around my mind. I need to focus. I can't have thoughts of tasting her cunt distracting me.

"Hey sexy, I haven't seen you around here before," a male whispers in my ear. His breath smells like stale beer and I can sense his intoxication immediately. He has piqued my interest.

Spinning on my stool to look at the fly I've caught in my web, I'm met with an average-looking male. He's not tall, but not short. Not fat, but certainly not in good shape, definitely not muscular enough to fight me off in my demon form. He would be considered stereotypically attractive to most. His hair is blonde and styled with enough gel to make it look disgustingly crunchy. He has a round baby face and slight stubble on his upper lip, telling me he's not too young but not too old. Maybe a college boy or fresh out of college. His hot pink polo, tropical shorts, and white flip-flops are ridiculous. We're in fucking Washington, not the tropics. He's obviously an ass.

He's perfect.

"Yeah," I flutter my eyelids seductively and recross my legs, drawing his attention down towards my short skirt. "I'm just in town for the week and wanted to have a little fun."

"Fun?" He leans toward me, pushing a loose lock of hair behind my ear. I pretend to blush but really I turn away because the overpowering smell of his body spray is gag-worthy. "I can certainly show you a little fun. Let me buy you a drink, pretty lady?"

Does that line actually work on anyone?

I have a rule about drinks— don't overindulge in them with victims. I've been burned before by males who drink too much and can't get it up. A flaccid dick does me no good. Intoxicated males are pliable and easy victims. Drunk males are angry and aggressive. This one has clearly had enough already.

"How about a dance instead?" I push my chest out, letting him get a glance at my very full bust. His eyes flick down to my breasts as he slowly licks his lips. He wants me. Perfect .

I allow him to take my hand and lead me to the dance floor. The stench of stale alcohol and human body odor is overpowering out here in the middle of the crowded dance floor. The monster within snaps its jaws as it scents all the males surrounding me. It needs to be fed, and soon, before it gets out of hand.

He spins me, putting his front to my back. Swaying out of time with the music, he grinds against me as his hands explore my curves.

"You're really fucking hot," the man whisper-yells in my ear as his hands snake around my hips, pulling me flush against him.

No shit Sherlock .

He grinds his semi-hard cock against my ass. The monster in me stirs; its teeth pricking against the surface of my skin, anticipating sinking into the male behind me.

"You're not so bad yourself," I reply, tilting my head back and leaning against his chest as my eyes slip shut. If he thinks I'm more intoxicated than I am then he'll be willing to try something, and I desperately need him to try something.

Stuck drifting in a sea of sweaty human meat sacks, I let this man continue running his hands along my form. We sway off tempo to the pounding beat of the horrific music pumping into the club. His dick continues to thicken as his hands roam possessively across my curves. But it's not his touch I'm craving—not really. I can't get my mind off that sweet little thing I saw at the costume shop earlier. She looked so doe-eyed and innocent. Her dark hair and pale skin made her look like a fucking fairytale come to life. My sweet little princess, begging to be corrupted.

The thing that I can't fucking figure out though, is why she called to me like she did. The scent of her arousal hung so thickly in the air, it nearly choked me. My body screamed at me to take her right then and there. Lay her down, lick her sweet, slick pussy until she shattered and screamed for me. I wanted to ruin her for anyone else. But I can't suck from women. I'm a succubus for fuck's sake. I take from men. Never, not once in the thousands of years that I've been alive, has a woman called to me in that way. Sure, I've fucked women before, many women, but that's been just for fun. I've never wanted to claim a woman, possess a woman, completely fucking ruin a woman before. Not until her .

Suddenly I feel the male's hands creep under the hem of my skirt, pulling me from my wandering thoughts. I should stop him. I need to get him alone to do what I need. But with thoughts of my sweet little princess flitting across my vision, I close my eyes and let his fingers wander under my panties. I imagine it's her touching me, though. She'd be so shy at first, teasing me with small little touches until my pussy was a weeping mess for her.

He shoves a thick digit against my clit, rubbing me in an unsatisfying and overly aggressive way. My eyes pop open at the sudden intrusion. This male is clearly not skilled at pleasing women. I put my hand on his wrist to pull his hand off slightly, trying to coax him to rub me in a circular motion. He kind of gets the idea and I let myself sink back into my fantasy.

My sweet little princess is naked between my thighs, touching me where I need her most. Biting her lower lip in her teeth she looks at me from beneath those thick, dark lashes.

"Is that good?" she asks me, uncertainty laced in her tone while her soft little fingers stroke back and forth against my needy nub.

"Yes baby girl, just like that. You're doing so good for me."

My hips buck off the bed as she finds her rhythm and strokes me faster. Her petite tits heaving up and down as her breath quickens. The way she humps the empty air, desperate for some friction, tells me she's enjoying this as much as I am. Her delicate little fingers slide into me, stroking my inner walls.

"Do you want to taste me, princess?" I ask her, desperate for her to say yes.

"You want some fresh air?" The man behind me speaks and snaps me back into the moment. If I didn't need his cock so badly, I'd be furious at him for distracting me from the thoughts of my princess.

I was thoroughly enjoying my fantasy, thank you very much fuck-wad .

"Yeah," I manage to sound desperate for him when really, I'm desperate for someone completely different. But I don't need her. She's not what I'm supposed to be here for. "Yeah, let's get some fresh air out back."

Leading him through the writhing forms on the dance floor towards his doom, I can't help the anticipation bubbling through me. The strobes of purple and teal flash across the darkened room and the music shakes the floor below us as we weave through grinding couples. The mask of my beauty hides the true monster beneath. I turn and offer him a seductive smile. He thinks he's the hunter, but this poor little thing has no idea he's actually the prey.

Locating the fire exit in the back of the building, I push it open and am immediately hit by a blast of cold night air. Thankfully it's not raining, a miracle for Washington in the Fall, but it's still chilly out and the skimpy outfit I'm wearing is doing me no favors right now. A gentleman would offer me a coat, instead, this asshat aggressively pins me up against the brick exterior and forces his tongue down my throat.

Managing to push him off, I make an excuse to try to catch my breath and formulate a plan. "Wait! I don't even know your name."

He slams me back against the wall roughly, causing my head to hit the bricks. Stars dance on the corners of my vision and I blink rapidly, trying to clear them away. His hands grip me tightly as his mouth sucks on the tender skin of my neck. I manage to pry the suckerfish the fuck off my neck for a minute and shove him back again. I was going to be nice, but now I'm going to make this as painful as possible for him.

"You want my name, baby?" he asks as he fists my hair, causing a sharp gasp to leave my mouth. "When you come, you can scream out for Kyle."

Yeah, dude, you'll be the one screaming .

He shoves me to my knees. The loose pebbles and broken glass of the alleyway dig painfully into my knees and I squirm against the sharp sting, but he holds me tighter by my hair. His other hand moves to his belt. He stares down at me, a mixture of lust and hatred swirling in the gray of his irises.

"You're going to take my cock down your throat like a good little girl." Having undone his belt, he slowly slides his zipper down and frees his hardened length. It's average, just like the rest of him. I was hoping to go out this year with a bang—a real big, meaty cock that I could ride until I saw fucking stars—but beggars can't be choosers. And at this point, with how close we are to the blood moon, I'll take what I can get. "And then, maybe, I'll fuck your tight little slut hole."

Did this fucker just call my beautiful pussy a slut hole? Oh, he's so going to die a painful fucking death.

I open my mouth and stick out my tongue, allowing him to place his dick where he wants. As soon as there's physical contact, he throws his head back and moans.

Calm down, I haven't even done anything yet.

Sliding my tongue along the base, I pay special attention to where the crown meets the shaft. Precum beads on his tip and I suck it up with a satisfied moan. The monster within howls with delight at the first taste of our victim.

Hollowing out my cheeks, I take him fully into my mouth. The tip barely hits the back of my throat, it's not enough to really get me going. I need more. I need pain and pleasure wrapped together in a beautiful dichotomy to find my release. But he moans as if this is the best blowjob he's ever gotten.

"Yeah baby, just like that. You're doing so good for me sweet girl."

I'll show you sweet.

He's pounding against my face with hurried strokes. Shit . I need him to slow down. He's no good to me spilling down my throat.

Just as I'm about to ask him to fuck me the door swings open, the metal loudly hitting the brick wall behind us. A tall man looms in the open doorway, shrouded in shadows. His presence seems to suck the air from his surroundings, like a black hole straight to Hell. The monster inside me hisses. I can feel this new man's eyes burning into me as he watches me get throat fucked, my knees scrapped and bloodied in some shitty alley.

" Dangerous man ," my demon whispers inside my mind. " Stay away ."

I don't need to be told twice, this man is clearly a devil in sheep's clothing, not unlike myself, I suppose.

Takes a demon to know one .

"Come on man, we have to go," the new man states, not taking his eyes off me.

Blatantly ignoring his friend's request, Kyle thrusts deeper down my throat, causing warm tears to fall and slide down my cheeks.

"Not now man. This chick knows how to suck a cock like a fucking pro." The asshole with his cock buried in my throat turns desperate with his thrusts. No, this isn't what I need. I don't need him to blow his load down my fucking throat. I need to regain control here.

"Shit man, you know I like to watch but we've gotta go. There's a situation at the casino that I have to deal with." The man slides from the shadows and I catch a glimpse of his face in the shimmering moonlight. His features are fuzzy through my tears but from what I can tell, he's attractive. He has slick dirty blonde hair and piercing dark eyes. His jaw is chiseled and dusted with well-manicured stubble. He looks older than the man currently jackhammering my uvula but not by much. There's something unsettling about him though; his dark energy oozes danger.

Our new audience member reaches up to run a strand of my hair between his fingers, the beast within me roars in anger at his touch. I try to recoil but I'm held in place by Kyle's hands.

"Unless this pretty girl wants to come play with us," the new man questions as he leans so close to my face that I'm sure some of the spit welling up in the corners of my mouth must splatter on him.

No fucking way .

Kyle continues to relentlessly pound his cock down my throat while the newcomer slips his hand to my stiffened nipple. He flicks it with his finger as a sinister smirk spreads across his face.

"Tell me girlie, have you ever been filmed before? My audience would love to see those big ass titties bouncing up and down while you ride a cock. The pay is probably more than someone like you makes in a month."

Excuse you?

The thought of this evil man taking advantage of girls like that snaps something inside me. My anger boils, the monster within roaring to life. I slam both my fists into the man in front of me. His cock rips from my mouth as he tumbles backward. Before they can react, I jump to my feet and start backing away.

Kyle shoves his cock in his pants as they both laugh at me, his friend holding up his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright, got it. Very clearly not into it. But if you change your mind, you can find me at the Riverside Casino. Just ask for Will. I'd love to pay you for being such a good slut."

Oh no, he fucking did not .

"Fuck you!" I shout at them both. What assholes.

The man named Will spins back towards me. His eyes turn a shade of dark that I've known all too well from dangerous men—the type of men who like to hurt women. With each step he takes toward me, I take one back. I want to keep as much space between me and this devil as I can. When my back hits the alley wall behind me, fear and panic begin flooding my chest. Fuck, this is not good. He leans in and places both his hands against the wall behind me, caging me in. His canines glint in the moonlight as he sneers down at me.

"Or maybe, next time I catch you drinking alone at a bar, I'll make sure to put a little something extra in your cocktail. One of my special pills and you'll be more than willing to work for me, won't you? You'll spread those thick thighs and welcome a gang bang like a good little whore for me."

Before I can knee this fucker in the balls, he pushes off from the wall and spins back to his friend. They turn and walk back into the door to the club, laughing and clapping each other on the back. Little do they know, they just messed with the wrong fucking monster.