1. The Transaction


    Date: 8/15/2015, Categories: Supernatural, Author: AltKnight, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    concentrate hard at the first touch of her tongue, which sent shivers up and down his spine. She was good, he knew she would be, but he never expected anything like this. The sensations running through his body were like nothing he'd felt before, Even at it's best, the sex with his wife was mediocre. He leaned back hard against the wall, his eyes shut tightly and his hands making fists down by his side (she'd told him no touching on any account) as he fought to keep control. If nothing else, he wanted to get his money's worth. Even if she said so herself, she was really performing well. He wasn't to know that she wanted this just as much as he did, maybe even more. She felt the hunger deep inside as she played expertly with her lips, her tongue and her teeth. She knew when to take it deep and when to take it slow. She intended to make it an experience of a lifetime. She owed him that much. Faster, then slower. Deeper, then shallow. Hearing his gasps and moans made her feel a warmth deep inside. They both knew that they'd be getting what they wanted, very soon. His breathing was coming in short bursts, his legs began to shake quite ...
    violently. He was close, so damn close. She worked ever harder, sucking greedily; the time was close, so very close. He was gasping now, loudly calling out a name, most likely his wife's, as she commenced her final assault. With a scream he reached his climax. At the same moment she too reached her peak. The hot liquid filled her mouth as she swallowed greedily. More and more it came. She took it all as he crumpled against the wall with a soft moan. Seconds passed so slowly as she satisfied her thirst. Rising to her feet once more, she straightened out her disheveled clothing, smoothing down her skirt and her blouse. Her sharp, pointed teeth retracted as she slid her tongue across her scarlet lips. She lapped at the small trickle of blood that was trying to escape, she wanted every drop. She looked down at the unconscious figure on the floor of the alleyway. His eyes were closed. He'd not recall what happened, and his wound would have healed by the time he woke. He'd got what he'd paid for and she'd got what she needed. She turned and walked away, returning to her home, to sleep away the daylight hours until it was time to hunt once more...
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