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My heart was pounding hard within my breast. The scents of bloods, sweat and fear mingled in my nostrils, and I smelled it with relish. My prey was near, I knew she was, and I was invigorated. I live for the hunt. My whole world was this filthy alleyway. I cared not for the busy streets that lay mere metres from me, and heard not the hum of midnight Montreal traffic. I cared only for the taste of blood, I heard only the clack and splash of my prey’s high heels in the puddle of water down the alley intersecting the one in which I stood.

I had caught a brief glimpse of her body, and she was beautiful. Her face was flawless, and her form sumptuous. She was a dish in more ways than one. The shape of her breasts was almost as prevalent in his mind as that of her neck. She was one who could satisfy more than one appetite, slate more than one thirst.

“Perhaps,” I thought. “I will wait to feed, and first see what other pleasures I can get out her.”

The idea was more than brilliant, for it had been a long time since I had played such games with my prey. Games which I do enjoy so very much. I straitened my white dress shirt, and gave my denim pants a quick wipe. I was dressed perfectly. I walked casually down into the alleyway, feigning shock when I saw the exasperated brunette woman standing the puddle and looking about frantically. I ran up to her and grabbed her shoulders, a look of mock concern on my face.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, with simply perfect inflection. “Are you ok? You look like you’re being chased by some kind of maniac!”

“I am!” she howled, tears streaming down her face as she grabbed onto my sides. “He, he, he, he keeps chasing me!”

“Well did you see his face?!” I asked her frantically. “Did you see what he looked like!? Could you describe him to the police?”

“No.” she sobbed.

“Well...” I stuttered, knowing my uncertainty would serve to calm her. “whoever he was, he’s gone now. I won’t let anyone lay a hand on you.”

“Thank you.” she whispered, her voice muffled as she forced her face into my shoulder.

“Would you like me to walk you home?” I asked, knowing that she has long since lost her purse, and thus her keys.

“My purse!” she exclaimed, more tears streaming down her face. “I lost it while I was running, it has my keys in it. I won’t be able to get in.”
“Well,” I purred. “I don’t live to far from here. Why don’t you come with me to my place. We can get you cleaned up and then look for your purse in the mourning. Maybe call the police if you want.”

“Bless you!” she forced out between her dying sobs.

Slowly, I walked her to my apartment building. I held her shoulder firmly all the way to my penthouse, letting go of her only after she was safely sitting on my bed.

“You’re an angel.” she said to him even as he took her jacket off and walked it over to his coat rack. “What’s your name?”

“Orlando Beau Pre. Yours?”

“Tammy, Tammy Fox.”

“Well Tammy Fox, can I interest you in a drink? I’m sure that you could use one.”

“God yes.” came her inevitable reply.

I walked over to his wine rack and pulled out a bottle of Shiraz. I knew the wine selection would bring about questions on the subject of my name and brown skin, which would lead eventually to my rather ulterior motives. I opened the bottle and carried it over to my end table, where he also placed two deep glasses. I poured the wine into Tammy’s glass first and she drank it down quickly. I filled his own, and then hers again, and the two shared a few glasses. Once the small bottle was mostly empty, Tammy picked it up and examined the label.

“Shiraz.” she observed. “That’s and Australian wine, your name sounds french. Never heard of a Frenchman drinking Aussie wine.”

“What can I say?” I replied with a smile. “I’ve got a soft spot for shiraz.”

“I dare say though that you don’t look very french.” she remarked as she looked me over.

“My father was french.” I retorted. “My mother was from Africa, her name is Tsige, she lives in Ottawa. Although speaking of skin, if you want, you’re welcome to a shower.”

“That, Monsieur Beau Pre, would be marvellous.”

She got up and walked over to my bathroom. Without closing the door, she undressed, turned on the water, and slipped into the shower. I watched her in the mirror as she showered, and continued to watch her as she dried her beautiful body and rapped it in the my bath robe. She sat down next to me once again, and did nothing to adjust the bath robe over her newly exposed breast. Her cheeks flushed as she sat, and I could smell the blood beneath her skin, begging to be consumed. I could also smell her growing arousal, and I knew that now was the time to strike.

“Feeling better now?” I asked, letting the lust slip into his voice only the slightest bit.

“Much.” she replied, running a hand lazily through her hair, exposing her breast even more. “Although I must say that I am curious.”

“How so?”

“Well, I’ve never met a man of such mixed heritage as you. And I am curious to know, do you take after you mother? Or your father?”

“My mother mostly.” I replied, pretending not to know what she was implying.

I then removed my shirt, and she began looking me over. She rubbed her hands across my sculpted chest, and gripped my silver belt buckle. Without a word, she opened the buckle and removed the belt, throwing it across the floor. She slid down onto her knees, and pulled down my pants and underwear, revealing my now swollen member.

“Well well, what have we here?” she teased. “We’re looking very black now aren’t we?”

She took me in her mouth then, although she quickly found me to be a bit much for her. So, she opted for the more playful method. She took my testicles into her mouth, licked them slowly, playing with my member with one hand, massaging the tip. Then she returned the attentions of her mouth to my penis, licking the very tip, forcing her tongue beneath the foreskin. Then she took the head in her mouth, and sucked on it hungrily. I allowed this to bring me to orgasm, for I knew she would enjoy that. I could smell her increased arousal accompanying the joy of bringing pleasure. Perfect. She held my seed in her mouth and kissed me. The taste of salt filled my mouth, and for a moment I felt the thirst.

I flipped her on the bed, and took her. I entered her body slowly, and I could see the torturous ecstasy on her face. Perfect. I began to grind and thrust with increasing intensity, soon I let my lust consume me. I pounded her frame, assaulting her with the heat of passion and the force of cock. I withdrew then, and entered her ass while remaining on top of her. I pounded it with more fury than before, even as I began to thrust my fingers into her vagina. Then I reentered her with my cock, and this time I forced in all the way. I burst into her womb and a look of ecstasy mixed with agony flooded her face. Perfect. She reached orgasm even as the blood began to flow from between her legs. Her screams then became of pain, and I held her down with one hand on her stomach as I drank deep of the blood flowing forth. I bite into her, and she screamed in terror. I remounted her, and thrust into her once more. I came once again once again, this time releasing my seed with full force. Then, my lust slated and her terror at its peak, I fed.

Description
My heart was pounding hard within my breast. The scents of bloods, sweat and fear mingled in my nostrils, and I smelled it with relish. My prey was near, I knew she was, and I was invigorated. I live for the hunt. My whole world was this filthy alleyway. I cared not for the busy streets that lay mere metres from me, and heard not the hum of midnight Montreal traffic. I cared only for the taste of blood, I heard only the clack and splash of my prey’s high heels in the puddle of water down the alley intersecting the one in which I stood.

I had caught a brief glimpse of her body, and she was beautiful. Her face was flawless, and her form sumptuous. She was a dish in more ways than one. The shape of her breasts was almost as prevalent in his mind as that of her neck. She was one who could satisfy more than one appetite, slate more than one thirst.

“Perhaps,” I thought. “I will wait to feed, and first see what other pleasures I can get out her.”

The idea was more than brilliant, for it had been a long time since I had played such games with my prey. Games which I do enjoy so very much. I straitened my white dress shirt, and gave my denim pants a quick wipe. I was dressed perfectly. I walked casually down into the alleyway, feigning shock when I saw the exasperated brunette woman standing the puddle and looking about frantically. I ran up to her and grabbed her shoulders, a look of mock concern on my face.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, with simply perfect inflection. “Are you ok? You look like you’re being chased by some kind of maniac!”

“I am!” she howled, tears streaming down her face as she grabbed onto my sides. “He, he, he, he keeps chasing me!”

“Well did you see his face?!” I asked her frantically. “Did you see what he looked like!? Could you describe him to the police?”

“No.” she sobbed.

“Well...” I stuttered, knowing my uncertainty would serve to calm her. “whoever he was, he’s gone now. I won’t let anyone lay a hand on you.”

“Thank you.” she whispered, her voice muffled as she forced her face into my shoulder.

“Would you like me to walk you home?” I asked, knowing that she has long since lost her purse, and thus her keys.

“My purse!” she exclaimed, more tears streaming down her face. “I lost it while I was running, it has my keys in it. I won’t be able to get in.”
“Well,” I purred. “I don’t live to far from here. Why don’t you come with me to my place. We can get you cleaned up and then look for your purse in the mourning. Maybe call the police if you want.”

“Bless you!” she forced out between her dying sobs.

Slowly, I walked her to my apartment building. I held her shoulder firmly all the way to my penthouse, letting go of her only after she was safely sitting on my bed.

“You’re an angel.” she said to him even as he took her jacket off and walked it over to his coat rack. “What’s your name?”

“Orlando Beau Pre. Yours?”

“Tammy, Tammy Fox.”

“Well Tammy Fox, can I interest you in a drink? I’m sure that you could use one.”

“God yes.” came her inevitable reply.

I walked over to his wine rack and pulled out a bottle of Shiraz. I knew the wine selection would bring about questions on the subject of my name and brown skin, which would lead eventually to my rather ulterior motives. I opened the bottle and carried it over to my end table, where he also placed two deep glasses. I poured the wine into Tammy’s glass first and she drank it down quickly. I filled his own, and then hers again, and the two shared a few glasses. Once the small bottle was mostly empty, Tammy picked it up and examined the label.

“Shiraz.” she observed. “That’s and Australian wine, your name sounds french. Never heard of a Frenchman drinking Aussie wine.”

“What can I say?” I replied with a smile. “I’ve got a soft spot for shiraz.”

“I dare say though that you don’t look very french.” she remarked as she looked me over.

“My father was french.” I retorted. “My mother was from Africa, her name is Tsige, she lives in Ottawa. Although speaking of skin, if you want, you’re welcome to a shower.”

“That, Monsieur Beau Pre, would be marvellous.”

She got up and walked over to my bathroom. Without closing the door, she undressed, turned on the water, and slipped into the shower. I watched her in the mirror as she showered, and continued to watch her as she dried her beautiful body and rapped it in the my bath robe. She sat down next to me once again, and did nothing to adjust the bath robe over her newly exposed breast. Her cheeks flushed as she sat, and I could smell the blood beneath her skin, begging to be consumed. I could also smell her growing arousal, and I knew that now was the time to strike.

“Feeling better now?” I asked, letting the lust slip into his voice only the slightest bit.

“Much.” she replied, running a hand lazily through her hair, exposing her breast even more. “Although I must say that I am curious.”

“How so?”

“Well, I’ve never met a man of such mixed heritage as you. And I am curious to know, do you take after you mother? Or your father?”

“My mother mostly.” I replied, pretending not to know what she was implying.

I then removed my shirt, and she began looking me over. She rubbed her hands across my sculpted chest, and gripped my silver belt buckle. Without a word, she opened the buckle and removed the belt, throwing it across the floor. She slid down onto her knees, and pulled down my pants and underwear, revealing my now swollen member.

“Well well, what have we here?” she teased. “We’re looking very black now aren’t we?”

She took me in her mouth then, although she quickly found me to be a bit much for her. So, she opted for the more playful method. She took my testicles into her mouth, licked them slowly, playing with my member with one hand, massaging the tip. Then she returned the attentions of her mouth to my penis, licking the very tip, forcing her tongue beneath the foreskin. Then she took the head in her mouth, and sucked on it hungrily. I allowed this to bring me to orgasm, for I knew she would enjoy that. I could smell her increased arousal accompanying the joy of bringing pleasure. Perfect. She held my seed in her mouth and kissed me. The taste of salt filled my mouth, and for a moment I felt the thirst.

I flipped her on the bed, and took her. I entered her body slowly, and I could see the torturous ecstasy on her face. Perfect. I began to grind and thrust with increasing intensity, soon I let my lust consume me. I pounded her frame, assaulting her with the heat of passion and the force of cock. I withdrew then, and entered her ass while remaining on top of her. I pounded it with more fury than before, even as I began to thrust my fingers into her vagina. Then I reentered her with my cock, and this time I forced in all the way. I burst into her womb and a look of ecstasy mixed with agony flooded her face. Perfect. She reached orgasm even as the blood began to flow from between her legs. Her screams then became of pain, and I held her down with one hand on her stomach as I drank deep of the blood flowing forth. I bite into her, and she screamed in terror. I remounted her, and thrust into her once more. I came once again once again, this time releasing my seed with full force. Then, my lust slated and her terror at its peak, I fed.