He’d stuck gold. Whoever she was the hottest goth he’d ever met, and she’d practically throwing herself at him all night. When she suggested to go somewhere ‘more comfortable’ the two couldn’t leave the party quick enough.

They hit the streets running, and she led the way. The man didn’t know the area, but he held her hand he found the city becoming quiet. After a few blocks the streets seemingly abandoned, and even the sound of cars faded into the distance.

She led him to an alleyway and up a flight of stairs to a door. inside the room was dark, but on the other side she opened curtains to allow just enough moonlight to illuminate the bed. It was the only thing in the room.

“Close the door,” she growled to him. “And come to me. Slowly.”

The man shut the door, and as he did as she said he took off a different article of cloths with every step. The woman however stepped suggestively towards the bed but made no move to undress. That excited the naked man even more, and when they met he forced and pinned her to the bed.

He tore her cloths from her, and she made a comment about him being rough. He ignored her, but she seemed to like that. She wiggled her hands free and drug her sharp nails across his muscles. He flinched, but then dug at her with renewed furry.

At last the cloths were gone except for the hat she wore, and she moaned as she spread her legs for him beneath him. The man hovered above her not believing his luck. The woman was acting like something from his boyhood fantasies.

A real girl of his dreams.

To do a complete job undressing her, the man grabbed the cap off her head and tossed it across the room. She made a moan of approval and beckoned him to her. Their lips slammed together, and a moment later she was biting his lips, ears, and neck with a passion. The man enjoyed it until it became to passionate. Her teeth pierced his skin, and he jerked back before regaining his wits and pressing his mouth back against hers. He forced his tongue into her mouth, sure that would give her enough to think about without wanting to bite him…Then he pulled back and laughed.

“A split tongue?”

She smiled and hissed like a snake at him, and he almost bent down to kiss her again.

Something had caught his eye. There was something beside her head. He thought it an odd shape pillow, but when he grabbed it he found it hard. The thing moved with her head. She grinned up at him.

“What…”

“It’s because I’m horny,” she giggled. “Get it?”

The man tried to pull away form her, but she wrapped a scaly tale around his waist too quickly. She threw her head back and laughed wildly. Her bloody fangs glistened in the moon light.

She saw him before he did, although his negligence wouldn’t last for long. She wore a form-fitting low v-cut ruby dress that complimented her assets, with a slit on the side that rode up to her hip, showing off the lack of a panty strand. She also wore her favorite pair of black scarpin heels, the heel itself embellished in a red floral. Her hair flowed down her back in cascades of black, topped with a red rose right above the ear, holding a couple of strands back.

Everything about this woman screamed beauty and money, right down to the vibrant red of her lips and the smoky golden glitter across her eyelids.

He saw her the moment she took the seat next to him, her dress riding up as she crossed her legs prettily. His eyes followed the slow reveal of her milky thigh before roaming over her form and across the scantily clad white mounds hanging between that v-cut.

Finally, his eyes met her gorgeous green ones.

She sent him a little wink, curving her back as she leaned forward and voiced in a sultry breath, “Want to keep a girl company?” All she needed was one word....and he provided it.

“Sure.”

She leaned more so, his eyes closing as she captured his lips in her own. He never noticed the way her slender fingers transformed into a dark smoky claw curling around his neck. Nor did he notice when she pulled away from him, the soft exhale as the world dizzily changed from the dim-lit bar to a cushioned den. All he could focus on was the sensation of her touch on him, almost like her skin had a hypnotizing effect, or maybe it was the saliva that acted like a drug.

In one smooth movement, she had pushed him onto the cushions on his back. Before he could move, she extended her leg, her heel digging into his crotch. “Take them off,” She ordered, and he obliged, slipping the heel from her foot. She did the same with the other, and he tossed that one to the side as well. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her even if he tried as he watched her shimmy out of her dress. Just like he thought, she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her bare skin called for him, begging to be caressed and marked under his fingertips.

His eyes dazed into spirals. He didn’t notice her dark feathers unfurl from her shoulders, or the curled horns shimmer into existence. There was no cringing from her darken claws as they curled once again around his throat. No screaming as she kissed him, swallowing his anima down her throat. Or when her claws raked down, cutting into the skin and tearing apart his fabrics until he was as nude as her. His member throbbing in attention as she rode and swallowed his seed and life inside her.

She noticed first, however, when his skin turned to bones.