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“Hana, for God’s sake, do not try to go home with that woman.”
My bartender's warning echoes in my head, adding to the building migraine that’s been growing since I sat down. Not that I’m trying to stave it off, this is my third rum and Coke, and it isn’t even midnight. I rub my eyes and give her my best deadpan stare.
“And why shouldn’t I Jess? So I can sit at the same bar, at the same stool, drinking the same shitty cocktail, only to go home lonely and pent up like I have been for the last few months!? Jesus, I’m bored for fuck’s sake! I want something new, I want something exciting!”
She rolls her eyes at me.
“I get it Hana, I do, but… not her, she's got bad news written all over her.”
“Oh come on Jess, seriously? She's totally my type! Tall, strong girl who looks like she could snap me in half, what's not to like!”
She snorts before picking up a glass to polish it. “Aside from the things that you somehow find attractive? I'll give you two, how ‘bout that?”
“Oh, as if.”
She throws her free hand up “No no, I'm serious! Here, for starters, I'm pretty sure she graduated before you were born.”
I blink at that, before looking over at the woman again. There's no way, I wouldn't have guessed mid thirties, let alone late forties. I turn back to Jess, my skepticism clear on my face. “Bullshit, how would you even know that?"
“Because, if you'll let me finish," she says as she leans closer to me, her voice dropping a few octaves in the process. "She's been in here every two weeks for at least the last 5 months, and every time, she goes home with a different girl. Always two weeks, always a girl, and always a different girl."
"Some might say I like variety, or is that a crime all of a sudden?"
I jump so high in my seat I swear I nearly hit the ceiling, and Jess drops the glass she was polishing, and it shatters as it hits the floor. I whirl to my right, where the woman we had just been talking about is staring down at us, a wolfish grin spread across her face. Time seems to freeze, and for the first time tonight, I'm able to truly drink her in.
She’s huge, easily 6’5, maybe even taller, and completely cloaked in muscle, more so than Jess and I have put together. The clothes she wears do nothing to hide this, a black sleeveless turtleneck paired with leggings the same color, both of which are tight, intentionally so by the looks of it, and they showcase every inch of her, which is far from an unpleasant sight. Her nails are more akin to claws, razor sharp and painted a brilliant hue of red, the same shade they would be if she had traced the inside of a fresh corpse. There’s an air of violent beauty that radiates from her and her presence. Something about her makes my insides turn, something akin to watching a predator stalk its prey. Looking at her makes my skin crawl, and yet I cannot tear my gaze away.
“Jesus CHRIST Wendy! Don't just sneak up on us like that for fuck’s sake!” Jess's hand clutches her chest as she shoots the giantess a dirty look, who in response just grins wider. Saying nothing to Jes, she turns towards me - who's still jumpy and more than a bit shaken by the way - and gently grabs my chin, using her ring finger to tilt my eyes to hers.
“Y’know doll, it’s not very polite to stare, especially without introducing yourself first, don’t ya think?” She giggles as she speaks, still not allowing me to break eye contact. Her grip is gentle yet firm, and it holds my chin in place like a warm, terribly soft vice. I can feel the nail of her ring finger pressing ever-so-lightly against my throat, and despite how sharp it is, I feel myself leaning into it, leaning into her, like she’s drawing me closer to her with her words alone.
“Hello? Pretty little thing, you in there?” I’m snapped out of my haze by Wendy’s fingers snapping in front of my eyes, her smile growing wider at the look of confusion spread across my face, and that’s when I see them.
Glinting in the soft light of the bar, like she had silver bars hidden in her mouth, are her teeth, her canines specifically, and they are bewitching pillars of gleaming ivory. They all seem impossibly long and sharp, as if she’s had them surgically enhanced to be as unnerving as possible, and yet when she closes her jaws, they seem to link together perfectly, like they were made for her. My heart races as my eyes widen, my thoughts clouded suddenly by the image of her mouth around my neck, her fangs cutting into my flesh as she-
“Hana? You ok?”
I blink, and I realize where I am again. Or rather, where I’ve ended up. My back is pressed as fair as it can go against the bar, my shaky hands gripping the counter as hard as they can. In fact, my entire body is shaking, trembling even, but my eyes still haven’t left Wendy’s. Jess stopped picking up the glass to look at me, but Wendy never moved an inch, still just… smiling at me. I shake my head a little, pushing myself back into my seat. I never tear my eyes off of the woman standing in front of me, but I nudge my head towards Jess so she knows I’m talking to her. “Y-yeah, I’m fine, sorry just… spaced out a little there.” I shiver a little, my attention shifting back towards Wendy, and even though I haven’t stopped looking at her, I swear she’s just one or two steps closer than she was a second ago.
“What’s the matter sweetie? You scared? Cat got ya’ tongue?” She smirks, hiding her mouthful of razors behind her lips again, and slips into the seat next to me. Her eyes flick to Jess for a moment, and I see the bartender tense up as she talks. “Get us a shot of that bourbon on the top shelf there, ‘kay love? And put it on my tab.” She turns to me and winks, “Cute little thing like this shouldn’t have to pay for a thing, ‘specially when I’m around.” I feel my throat tighten again, the butterflies in my chest beginning to run out of room. Despite the… unnerving visions that are still lurking in the back of my head, the woman sitting next to me is fucking hot, and I’ll be damned if her flirting wasn’t stirring up a lot of urges in me. I swallow my nerves and turn to her, trying to come off as anything else than a girl who’s horribly out of her depth.
“I do apologize for earlier, I don’t usually blank that hard,” I say with a small laugh, if only to put myself at ease. “I will say, you’re absolutely stunning, I’m a little upset that I haven’t seen you in here before.” I smile at her, trying my best to imitate how she looked at me, but I can't really replicate it, and I honestly think I just look stupid in my attempt.
Judging by her reaction, Wendy does not.
I swear to God, I hear her nails dig into the bartop, and unless I’m seeing things, her pupils just dilated, and combined with the smile that’s back on her face, it feels like I’m in a staring competition with a shark. Her eyes bore into me, a glint of a primal, lustful hunger burning bright in them, and never in my life have I felt more like a prey animal. My brain is shrieking at me to run, to get out of my seat and make a beeline for my car, to get far, far away from this woman, this predator sitting across from me, but I can’t move. I’m paralyzed under her gaze, I can’t rip myself off of this stool no matter how hard I try, but a part of me, a sick, depraved part of me, feels fucking giddy as she stares into my soul, and I think that part of me is slowly growing louder and louder. That part of me wants her to get closer to me, wants her to grab my face again, wants her to do any number of perverted, deplorable things to me, and I curse the fact that I don't think I'd have any intention of stopping her if she tried.
She laughs. Not a little giggle like before, and not a smug reaction to how I pull back from her smile, but a gleeful, sickening sound that seems to stretch the corners of her mouth even wider, a laugh like throwing a wine glass in a rock tumbler, a sound as unique as it was unpleasant. She snaps her head back to me, a manic expression painted across her face. “Ohhhh there it is! I knew, I knew that there was a reason I wanted to go for drinks today, I fucking knew it! God, to think I almost talked myself out of it, I almost missed meeting a girl as fun as you!” She stands up faster than I can react, and then she’s right on top of me again, looming over me, much closer than before. I try to stammer out something, but she presses her finger to my lips, cupping my cheek in her other hand. “Shhhhh, don’t say anything beautiful. It was Hana, right?” She cocks her head as I nod, her smile never so much as wavering. “Alright Hana, here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna go bring my car around, and while I’m doing that, you’re gonna go ahead and knock back that shot I bought for you like a good little girl. Then, you’re gonna come outside, you’re gonna slide into the passenger seat, I’m gonna take us home, and then I’m going to fucking ravage you. Am I clear? Nod if I’m being clear.”
Much to my common sense’s chagrin, I nod, a little too enthusiastically.
“Good girl! So obedient, you just sit there and look pretty for me then love!” She pulls her hands off of me and spins on her heel, throwing her card on the counter as she does. “Give yourself a nice tip honey!” She calls to Jess as she struts out the door and into the night.
I don’t move. Hell, I don’t know if I can, I’m barely breathing. That entire conversation has me more worked up and flustered than I think I’ve ever been in my life, and I think my brain has to fully reboot in order for me to properly process anything. It’s only right as I’m beginning to regain my lucidity that I hear Jess from behind me, who I honestly forgot was there until Wendy mentioned her.
“Dude.”
I groan and hide my face in my hands.
“Dude!”
“I knowwww, I knowwww!”
“HANA!”
I turn back to her sheepishly. “It’s not that bad!”
“Oh it is SO that bad, are you kidding??”
“You said she does that all the time!”
“No no no, I said she brings other girls home. THAT, that was new, and I’ll be blunt Hana, that was fucking weird!!”
“It wasn’t-!” I stop myself mid protest. Ok, it was a little weird. Really, really weird. But, at the same time…
“It was pretty hot though…”
Jess just looks at me, slack-jawed.
“Don’t give me that look!!”
“Hana Samuels!!”
“Shut up, shut up shut up shut up!!” I laugh as I try to defend myself, but I know she isn’t gonna let this go.
“Jesus Christ girl, you are severely fucked up, y’know that?”
“Hey!!”
“I’m serious!! Most girls would be hightailing it out of here if someone did that to them, but you? Nooooo, you were practically getting off on it! For God’s sake, am I gonna have to sanitize that stool you fucking freak?”
I could be confused for a tomato with how red I am right now. I trip over my own words trying to spit out a response, but it just ends up being a string of incoherent blabbering. I resign myself back to my hands, groaning in embarrassment as I feel Jess judging me. “It’s not my fault I have a type, and it just so happens that Wendy is like, exactly that.” I finally manage to say.
“No, but that doesn’t make your type any less freaky, so until that changes, I’m still gonna judge you for it!” Jess picks up the card that Wendy tossed on the counter, turning it over in her hands. “I mean, seriously, Wendy feels more like a hyena than a woman, and you're seriously thinking of going home with her?”
“Thinking? Jess, I'm absolutely going home with her, are you crazy??”
She sighs, tapping Wendy's card on her terminal before sliding it next to me. “I’m the crazy one here, yeah ok, that’s it. Y’know, that’s probably it. The two of you are both batshit insane, you’re perfect for each other!"
I don’t have any sort of comeback to that, but thankfully, I don’t need one. I hear a car pulling up in front of the bar’s entrance, followed by two short honks of a horn. “There's my cue!” I say as I jump up from my seat, grabbing Wendy’s card in the process.
“Hold on, you’re forgetting something.” I turn back to Jess, who’s pushing the full shot glass towards me with a smug grin on her face. “C’mon, she told you to drink it, didn’t she?” I glare at her, the blush quickly returning to my cheeks.
“You are such a bitch, y’know that?”
“Aww, thank you! I’ve been practicing. Go on then, ‘pretty little thing’,” she mocks in an exaggeration of Wendy’s voice.
Sneering at her, I bring the glass to my lips and let the sweet venom of the bourbon drip down my throat. I shiver a little and cough once or twice before setting the glass back down. “Fuck you Jess,” I say playfully, before being interrupted by two more honks from outside. “Better not keep her waiting then, thanks for the drinks!”
“Yeah yeah, whatever, get outta here.” I turn my back to her and start towards the door. “Oh! By the way,” she calls as I’m pushing open the door, “what should I put on your tombstone? ‘Fucked To Death’ or ‘Eaten Alive’?” I flip her off as I walk out of the bar, and I hear her cackling follow me all the way outside.
The cold night air slaps me in the face as the door slams shut behind me. It’s barely over 15 degrees and snowing, and to say I’m dressed for the weather would be about as truthful as saying that I’m not shivering. But I’m hardly thinking about how I can see my own breath lingering in front of my face. No, I’m focused on something much more interesting.
Parked on the curb, the engine still purring, is a shiny new Porsche 911. Painted dark green, it looks like it was just driven out of the dealership, but the car isn’t what has my attention. Leaning on the hood, looking at her nails in the moonlight, is Wendy. She straightens up as she sees me walk out, flashing those wickedly sharp teeth at me again before stepping closer to me.
Looking up at her from here, I finally get a good idea of just how much bigger she is. She’s over a foot taller than me easily, maybe even more, and if I were any closer, I’d be face-first in her chest (not that I’d be complaining). But her height wouldn’t be as intimidating as it is if it weren’t for the amount of muscle that she has. Both of her arms look strong enough to crush me like a soda can, and with the way that her top hugs her stomach, her abs are practically staring at me.
“You have quite the staring habit, don’t you darling?” I flush again, trying to stammer out an apology, when I’m quickly interrupted by her as she leans down. “Shhhhhh,” she breathes in my ear, “I love it when you stare, it really is adorable.” She pulls away, but not before letting her lips brush against my earlobe, the brief contact making me gasp in surprise. She takes a step back towards her car, never taking her eyes off of me, never letting that smile leave her face, before pulling open the passenger door, beckoning me inside. “Well? Shall we get going cutie?”
It’s at this point that my conscience finally seems to get a word in edgewise. For a second, I hesitate. I’ve only known this woman for, what, maybe half an hour? And for that half an hour she’s been incredibly touchy-feely, more than a little suggestive with her words, and that’s before mentioning any of her mannerisms, especially her smile. I’m not anywhere near drunk enough to blame the alcohol, so am I really going to get in this woman’s car and let her take me to god knows where to do god knows what?
Yeah.
Yeah I am.
I take a deep breath before allowing Wendy to guide me into the soft leather of the passenger seat, letting myself be enveloped by the heat escaping the vents. The door is closed as soon as I sit down, and before I know it, the woman who hasn’t left my mind slips into the driver’s side, unparking the car and pulling onto the quiet street in one smooth motion. Wendy lays her hand on my thigh, gently squeezing it as we drive in comforting silence.
Around ten minutes in, she speaks up, her hand now rubbing up and down as she talks. “I do hope I didn’t scare you too badly, back at the bar.” I can see her grinning slyly at me, glancing at me through the corner of her eye. The brief sight of her teeth makes my heart speed up a bit, and I have to swallow in order to speak coherently.
“Well… I mean, I’d be lying if I said you weren’t intimidating, and your uh…”
“Teeth, darling?”
“Y-yeah,” I stammer, looking away embarrassed, “the teeth certainly make me more than a little nervous.” I rub the back of my neck, feeling her gaze linger on my lips even though I can’t see her eyes. “But in all honesty… it really, really excites me.”
I hear the leather of the steering wheel squeak as her grip tightens, and she takes her hand off of my thigh in the process. “Oh? Really now?”
I do my best to hide the fact that my breathing is getting faster. “R-really, I’m serious. The way you look at me, that hunger in your eyes, the way you talk to me, your fucking smile, all of it, it hasn’t left my head. I can’t remember the last time I felt like this, the last time I felt so utterly bewitched by someone, the last time I felt like someone could tell me to do anything, no matter how strange or weird, and I’d do it in an instant. I’m serious Wendy, you make me feel like-”
I clap my hand over my mouth as I realize what I just said. As I realize everything I just said. As I realize that Wendy heard every single word that just came out of my mouth. The car comes to a screeching halt, pulled over on the side of some windy forest road, and I hesitantly look over at my driver.
As I do, Wendy looks like she’s about to explode. She has an iron-tight grip on the wheel with both hands, like she’s trying to hold herself back from launching at me. Her breathing has turned into panting, and as she turns to me, her smile has morphed from wicked and deadly, into something more primal, something downright needy. Her eyes are so dilated that they look like two glittering black diamonds, shining with lust and desire.
“Hana…” her voice is a trembling whisper, but I hear every word as if she was talking directly in my ear, “I need you to shut your mouth, right now.”
“Wait, no, I’m sorry-”
“No, no! Shut. Up. If I hear you make another sound for the rest of this ride, I swear to god, I’ll pull over, throw you in the backseat, and rip you apart while you beg me for more. And I’d much, much rather save that for when we get in my room, ok?”
My heart practically jumps into my throat. She doesn’t sound like she’s angry, more that she’s desperate, warning me not just for my own sake, but for hers. It’s like if I disobey, she won’t be able to control herself, and she won’t be able to hold back.
So I nod.
“Good girl.” That’s all she says as she starts driving again, her hand back on my thigh, squeezing ever so slightly harder than before, resting it ever so higher up. The next ten minutes fly by, and before I know it, we’ve pulled into her driveway.
Wendy kills the engine and climbs out of the car, sauntering over to my side before opening the door and offering my hand. Blushing, I take it, and she leads me to her front porch. As I look past her to her house, the sheer size of it nearly makes me trip. It’s obscenely large, and relatively new based on the style. The porch is a brilliant ivory marble that captures the moonlight in its surface as if it was something I could hold in my hands. There are two steps leading to the door, and they’re each covered in a thin layer of ice, gleaming like polished quartz in the night air. The door itself is easily seven or eight feet tall, almost fully glass that gives me a good look inside at her entryway, not that I need it of course.
Using her hand to steady myself, I climb up the stairs as she opens the door, leading me inside what may be the most absurdly large house I’ve ever been in. The entryway alone is bigger than my apartment, and everywhere I look I see more insane displays of wealth. Golden chandeliers, fully custom furniture, rugs that look so soft and so warm that they make me want to lie down in each and every one, there’s even a small fountain built into the back wall. A giant imperial staircase stands in the center of the room, spiraling white and gold stone forming a sight that would make most monarchs weep in jealousy.
“I take it you’ve never been inside a place like this,” Wendy asks, looking down at me as she pulls me closer to her side. She’s seemed to have calmed down from earlier, but still, her eyes are much more dilated than they were at the bar.
“No, never…” I breathe, still trying to take in the size and grandeur of her home. “You really live here?? Alone??”
She smiles, just with her lips this time. “All alone sweetie, I find it easier to manage my… lifestyle, without having to worry about roommates or partners.”
“What, the lifestyle of seducing girls from bars to impress them with your mega mansion?”
She giggles, and it’s rusty windchimes in an uneven breeze, a sound utterly unique but slightly off putting nonetheless. “Oh love no, that’s just one of the perks! No, here, let me show you what I mean…”
Wendy takes me by the hand and leads me down a hall, until we arrive at yet another glass door. As she opens it, a wave of humidity slams into me and through the moist air, I can see that she’s led me into a greenhouse, plants lining the floor, walls, and ceiling of the glass structure. Looking more closely though, I can see that they’re not flowers or vegetables, or even herbs. No, I think that they’re all…
“Are these… carnivorous plants?” I ask, turning to look at the larger woman, who simply beams at me in response. Turning back, I see that they are. All of them. Pitcher pods, venus fly traps, monkey cups, they’re everywhere. Each one is potted separately from the others, none are tangled in each other's vines or roots, and every single one looks to be in pristine condition. I gaze at the room of verdant beauty, somewhat starstruck at just gorgeous they all look, flashes of color sticking out to me under flaps or leaves. And then, at the very back, I see a shelf containing one plant. One plant so striking, so unique from the others, that I can’t help but start walking closer to investigate.
Long, flat leaves splay out from the central body, and on every last one of them, hundreds of small, red appendages curl towards the sky, each tipped with a little bead of liquid. As I stare in fascination, a fly, somehow untouched by the deathtrap it had managed to buzz into, lands on one of the leaves, its wing barely clipping one of the droplets. In an instant, I watch as the leaf curls in on itself, crushing the fly as it thrashes in useless protest, before eventually going still.
“A sundew plant,” says a delighted voice from over my shoulder, “My personal favorite. Each of those droplets is sickly sweet, and all sorts of insects flock to them for a taste. But once they land…” She laughs again, and this close to my ear, it sends shivers down my spine. “Well, you saw. Truly, they’re beautiful plants, but you, my sweet Hana…” She spins me around, forcing me to face her, wrapping her arm around my waist as I watch as the lust practically drips off her face.
“Why, you’re far, far prettier.”
My knees buckle, and I feel the last of my inhibitions slipping away. No thoughts cloud my mind other than the things I want Wendy to do to me, the ways that I want her to take me, the ways that I want her to make me writhe. As I stare at her, I wonder if this is how Adam felt when he first saw Eve, a woman made perfectly for him, a woman who was, as far as he could tell, perfect. But no, there is no part of my brain that could ever fasten this to love. The way that I am feeling now is sinful down to its very core, and to call it lust would be like calling an anaconda a snake, accurate, but completely downplaying the scale. Wendy sees this, she sees it all too plainly, and before I can say anything, I feel her scoop me up in her arms, bridal carrying me out of the greenhouse, up the grand staircase, and down another long hallway, till eventually, she opens the very last door that I can see.
To describe Wendy’s bedroom would be like describing Heaven. Decorated like she had more money than time, gold and silver etchings on the walls, floor, and ceiling frame her bed like a throne fit for an empress. It is massive, and it’s such a bright shade of white I’m worried I may go blind if I look at it too long. She brings me in and sets me down ever so gently, like she’s worried the down comforter would shatter my skin if she was too reckless. She places her hands down on either side of me, forcing me on my back as she hovers above me, leaning down to my ear and hissing a sentence stained with pure desire.
“I am going to devour you, Hana.”
I cannot accurately say how it is to kiss Wendy, here and now. Just as I cannot describe the force of a hurricane, or the force of an earthquake, I cannot begin to put to words how her lips crash into mine. I can feel her hunger, her lust, in every small motion she makes, and the way her tongue dances with mine would make a stripper blush, and the way she grinds her knee between my thighs makes my brain melt in pleasure. She moves down to my neck, her mouth forcing sounds out of me that I didn’t know I could make. I’m screaming her name so often that I feel like I might forget my own, but if it meant I could stay here, squirming and moaning underneath this goddess of a woman, I don’t think I would hesitate to give up anything.
Wendy works her way lower down my body, kissing and sucking and licking all the while, peeling my shirt off to taste more of my skin. She’s teasing me at this point, her mouth just inches away from where I need her most, and yet she goes lower, kissing and caressing my thighs in a way that only makes me more desperate for her. But before she gets to where I want her, she sits up, and the look on her face is an aphrodisiac that nearly sends me over the edge all by itself.
Panting, beat red, drenched in sweat and drool, her makeup running just a little bit, the way she stares at me, the way her smile seems to grow and grow, it’s killing me that she’s so far away. “W-Wendy, please, please come back. I want- no, I need you, please, don’t keep me waiting like this!”
She seems to shake with lust, and she barely seems able to contain herself, but she does. Instead, she keeps smiling, the glint of her canines still ever visible, and the laugh that leaves her lips is almost psychotic. Deaf to my whining pleas, she gets off of me, walking around to her bedside table, rummaging around. At first, I think she’s going to pull out handcuffs, rope, maybe a strap-on or a vibrator, something like that.
What I’m not expecting, is a long, silver letter opener, one that’s so much sharper than it should be, like it hasn’t been used for its intended purpose in ages.
She turns to me, sadomasochism clouding her eyes as she drags the tip across her tongue. Even such a slight motion pierces her skin, and the sight of her drooling blood onto the blade makes me want to burst. Wendy stares at me in anticipation, her flushed face the same color of her nails. When she finally does speak, it’s the same tone that you’d hear from an addict, begging for just one more hit. “Hana… I need you to tell me, right now, yes or no, can I please, please use this on you?? I promise you’re going to love it, please, just tell me I can, please Hana I’m begging~!” She’s panting now, her arm shaking in anticipation, and the words leave my lips before she’s even done speaking.
“Yes! Fucking God Wendy, yes, yes, please for the love of god use it, just don’t keep me waiting any longer, please use it!”
It’s like an invisible switch gets flipped the moment she hears me. Her smile somehow grows even wider, and with a sadistic, psychotic giggle, she traces the letter opener down my throat, then my chest, then between my legs. She makes a small, barely noticeable cut in the fabric of my pants, but just enough for her to get her fingers in, and with one swift motion, she’s ripped them open, exposing my bare flesh to the air of her room. She takes just a moment, barely enough to breathe, before looking me directly in the eyes, voice quivering with desire.
“You’re mine, and starting now, I’m going to fucking prove it.”
She doesn't need to press hard in order for the blade to draw blood but still, the sensation of being sliced open like this, delicate as it may be, stings like hell. I gasp and grip the sheets, gritting my teeth together as she glides the razor-sharp tip down, down my thigh, before bringing it up, then down again, then up one last time. When she pulls the knife away, I can see that, past the blood flowing down my leg, a large, practiced ‘W’ has been drawn with lacerations. She just stares at the cuts as I shake in pain, fear, and unbelievable arousal, before looking at me with mock pity. “Awwww, poor little girl, I know it hurts love, I know. Here, just let me get the rest of my name in, so that you know who you belong to, then I’ll move on~.”
The rest of the carving is agonizing bliss, Wendy working the blade down, etching each letter into my skin like she’s practiced on me a million times. By the time her full name is finished, my face is a mess with tears, choked screams of pain the only sounds I can let out.
I’m expecting the knife again, and when the next thing I feel on my thigh is lips, her lips, I moan louder than I’ve ever moaned in my life. Her mouth is like fire on my shallow cuts, and as she gently kisses and laps at the blood, I feel the pain start to fade away into pleasure. Before I can revel in it too long though, she pulls away, mouth coated in the same shade of red as her nails. She smiles, and the sight of her teeth, stained with my blood and arousal, it makes the entire world melt away. All except for her.
She stares at me, but the lust, the desire, it’s almost all gone. In its place, there is only a deep seeded hunger, like a starving animal presenting with fresh food for the first time in weeks. She laughs that terribly erotic laugh, and whispers to me, a deathly quiet whisper, in a tone so eager and sadistic that it makes me instinctually back up against the bed frame.
“And now, my dear, dear Hana, we get to move on to the fun part.”
I barely have time to register what she said before she bites down on my other thigh, but it isn’t the type of bite you’d give to your partner or your lover. No, it feels like she’s trying to rip into me, her canines piercing my skin as I wail out in shock. The feeling as she works my skin and flesh loose from my body is pure ambrosia, and as pain and pleasure muddle together in my head, I cannot bring myself to try and pull her away. And then I feel it. She shakes her head once, then twice, then, like a crocodile ripping into a carcass, she yanks back hard, and a chunk of me the size of my fist goes with her. I scream, a tortured, awful sound, and I feel my head start to pound again from the pain. I look down, tears in my eyes at the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever met, who’s currently holding a chunk of my thighs between her jaws, and she looks back, eyes cloudy with lust.
She closes her mouth.
She chews.
And she swallows.
And suddenly, it all makes sense. Every single bit does. The signals that my body was sending at me, the flashes of my skin being ripped open by her teeth at the bar, the way she nearly lost it in the car, all of it. I know that I am about to die, my senses clogged by pain and pleasure, my thighs bleeding and staining her white sheets crimson.
And I think I knew all along. I think, somewhere deep down, I knew what would happen if I went home with Wendy.
But something I know is that I wouldn’t have it any other way.
My body is too racked with pain to speak, but I do my best to match Wendy’s smile, and that’s all the go ahead she needs. She moves away from my thighs and attacks my torso, leaving me with kisses and bite marks and taking chunks of flesh in return. First my midriff, then a bite from my bicep, then some from my side, my breasts, collarbone, she leaves nothing untasted. I’m losing so much blood that every bite begins to hurt less and less, and I can feel my body starting to run cold. But Wendy… she just gets warmer, the more she consumes me the hotter she burns, and giving myself to her becomes an act of sex more intense than anything I could have dreamed of.
I’m growing cold now. I’m barely making sounds other than the occasional whimper, and I can’t feel my hands. Wendy’s hovering over me, and I see through my tears as she moves right above my neck, the jaws of death opening to finally claim me. But before they clamp down on my windpipe, she stops, her eyes flicking to me as I see her lips curl into that vicious, bloodthirsty smile.
“Did you ever stop to think,” she whispers, my blood dripping from her fangs onto my skin, “that eventually, there’s a point where you hear your own name for the very last time? Well, here it is.” She closes her mouth around me, and I can feel her excitement reverberate through my body.
“I’m going to kill you, Hana.”
I can feel her racing heartbeat so clearly here. She works her fangs into the most tender part of me, chewing on my neck as she slowly finds her foothold. I feel her tense up, and as she grabs onto my hips to steady herself, she rips, as hard as she physically can.
There is no feeling as my throat is torn out. No burning pain, no feeling of liquid gushing from me, just a strange, hollow emptiness that I can only describe as peaceful. Wendy stares down, covered in my own sanguine ichor, wearing that horrific, bewitching smile as my vision starts to fade. And as I lay here dying, in the bed of a woman I’ve only known for a few hours, there is only one thought burned into my quickly fading mind.
She looks so pretty covered in my blood…