Hunting the hunters Ch1 - Sex Stories

Hunting the hunters Ch1

In any other situation, the position of Dale would have been a dream: laying on the bed, a beautiful raven haired girl straddled on him, completely naked... It is not, generally, a position to complain about. Except in this case the girl was in fact the infamous vampiress Mary Reddington, colloquially referred as Bloody Mary, or Mary the Flayer, and Dale was tied to bed, all his equipment scattered on the floor. He managed to lure her in this isolated holiday mansion, deep in the woods where the fight wouldn't be noticed. After a brief battle, however, she managed to immobilize him, tying him on a queen size bed. She was stronger and faster than any man but, most importantly, she was cunning. It was hard to believe that such a beautiful creature could be so much cruel: Mary looked like a pale, raven haired eighteen year old girl with a lovely angel face. Her usual attire, a black leather outfit that exalted her supple breast, was a first indicator that the girl was somehow less innocent than how she looked, also without knowing that the leather that she worn was in fact made of human skin. For centuries Mary lured men with her charm promising them a night of heaven, before plunging them into hell. Every vampire feeds on humans: some of them kill their prey with utter disregard for its life; others prefer to leave the human alive, either for mercy or for not to raise unwanted attentions. Mary was something different, something infinitely worse. She was a total psychopath, ...

... that didn't just kill her pray, but made it suffer for hours, savoring its agony while she ripped the skin from its flesh. Unable, as every vampire, to feel the pleasure derived from sex, she enjoyed in an almost orgasmic way inflicting pain on living beings. She had to be stopped. "So, here we have a vampire hunter." Mary purred, grinding tantalizingly her shapely waist on Dale's. "I'm trembling with fear, Van Helsing." she mocked him, dragging lightly a sharp nail on his chest, before stopping her finger directly on his heart, asking "Do you have any idea about who I am?" "Yes." Dale said. "Mmm, interesting." Mary answered, planting her talon painfully in the sternum of the man, drawing a tickle of blood and digging directly in his bone. "And who would I be?" "You are Lady Mary Reddington," he grunted "also known as Bloody Mary." "Correct." she whispered licking his ear, her pale breast pressing on his chest. "May I ask you how, exactly, hunting for me would look like a good idea?" "Perhaps you remember a man that, several years ago, refused your advances." He answered. "He was married, and he didn't want to cheat on his wife. So you followed him home, and slaughtered him and his whole family. He was a good friend of mine... almost a brother to me." "Oh, yes." she recalled with a crystalline laughter. "I think his baby is part of my wallet. What an idiot" the vampire added, grinding her pussy on him, "why would you want to resist me?" "Yes, I admit that you have a really ...