She wasn’t sober, and was far too busy undoing Marcus’s golden belt buckle to care about the fact his eyes had gone from a sexy baby blue, to blood red, and his teeth had shifted from pristine pearly white, to something more jagged and feral. Her hand dove into his pants and Rebecca smiled at the stiffening of his sizable member. She stood up and whispered into his ear, nibbling at the tender flesh.

“You can do whatever you want with me.” Marcus let out an amorous groan as she slowly began to stroke the shaft of his penis. In a remarkable showing of strength, Marcus lifted Rebecca high off the ground and slammed her hard against the wall. Rebecca felt the wind rush from her lungs, but was so taken in by her primal desires, that she scarcely cared at all. Marcus ripped open her blouse, exposing her petite breasts. He caressed them with his lips, nibbling and sucking at their engorged nipples. Rebecca moaned with pleasure, “I want you. Please, I’m about to go crazy.” Marcus pressed one hand against Rebecca’s throat, and tore away what remained of her clothes. In one swift motion he thrust himself inside her, and Rebecca let out a gasp. She wrapped her legs around his thighs, and moved with his powerful thrusts.

“Harder!” she moaned and then gasped in a mingling of pleasure and pain as Marcus’s hard phallus rammed deeper inside her. She dug her nails into the tender flesh of his exposed back. Rebecca’s mind reeled. Orgasm after orgasm crashed down upon her, and she struggled to retain consciousness. Her body shook. Never had her two-timing husband made love to her in such a passionate fashion.

Marcus growled in her ear. Rebecca felt his breath against her neck. Another orgasm crashed down upon her and she screamed. Marcus groaned. He thrust one final time, and Rebecca felt the rush of his orgasm fill her. And there was something else. Her neck felt wet with something warm and sticky. She found herself struggling to remain conscious. Marcus’s lips were clamped firmly around her neck, and he was making audible sucking sounds. Her heart rate quickened for a second, and then slowed as her blood pressure dropped sharply.

Marcus drank deeply of the crimson flow that this tender barfly wrought forth. He could feel her life force fade with each satisfying gulp. She murmured something inaudible. A sound of gratitude? Marcus continued his feast until her life force had faded. When he was certain her spirit had left her, he vanished into the darkness.