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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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The Alukah is a dangerous monster, birthed from Lilith’s insatiable hungers. She feasts on blood, using the powerful magic of her gaze to befuddle and confuse. Be on your guard against her perfidy, for she appears no different from any other blushing maid.

—excerpt from the Magicks of the Witch of Endor

Luka – London, England

Riding on the wing of an airplane was exhilarating.

After Mother sent me to kill Samnag Soun last night, I had flown south on wings made of my fiery-red hair. Young Crystal, one of Mother’s followers, called me Bayonetta when she saw me use my hair this way the first time. Bayonetta turned out to be a video game character, and Crystal got me hooked playing the game on her PS3. I reached Tacoma in a few minutes, swooping over the city, trying to isolate Sam’s scent through a city’s worth of humans.

When I found it, the trail led north back to Seattle. Hissing in frustration, I had to fly back the way I came. When I arrived at Boeing Field in southern Seattle, I had just missed Sam’s plane taking off, flying east.

It was getting frustrating. I could fly fast, but I couldn’t fly quite as fast as a jet.

Doggedly, I pursued. The country had passed as a blur beneath me as I followed the scent of the airplane through the skies. I had been lucky to arrive in New York City just in time, smelling Sam’s scent on a plane taxiing onto the runway. I landed on the wing, and used my hair to grip its leading edge while my gaze hypnotized any passenger who happened to look out the window.

It had worked until that one lady got drunk and saw me.

Luckily, everyone just thought she was a hysterical woman. No one else saw me for the rest of the flight.

I enjoyed myself.

The wind howled almost painfully and yet so exhilaratingly past me. We were up so high that if I had to breathe I would have been in trouble. The ocean was so blue as we passed over it. Once, we flew above a thunderstorm. I watched in awe as lightning flashed and danced in the clouds below, a beautiful display of power that seemed for my eyes alone. When the sun set, the stars were so brilliant, twinkling down upon me.

There were so many of them, more than I ever saw in Seattle.

By the time the plane began landing, I was feeling pretty weak. Feeding off my birth mother once a week sustained me when I wasn’t exerting myself—like flying halfway across the country and hitching a ride on an airplane did. I could feel my thirst growing. I needed blood to survive, to fuel my powers. As the plane landed in a dreary city—London, I think—I let go of the plane’s wing and swooped towards the airport’s terminal.

I could find someone to snack on in there.

I was overwhelmed when I snuck through a maintenance tunnel and entered the terminal proper. There were so many people. The smell of warm blood filled my nose. Everywhere I looked, I could see veins and arteries, and all the beautiful blood pumping beneath rubbery skin. Whom to drink from? Everywhere I looked was a feast.

Purple flashed.

My head whipped around.

I spotted a girl wearing a gray hoodie and a gauzy, lilac skirt over black tights. Her hair, dyed purple, was shoulder length, framing a cute, round face. She disappeared into a bathroom. She was so enticing. I touched my sharp canines with my tongue and felt my nipples harden beneath my tight, red bodysuit. I took a page from that video game and shaped the clothes from my hair.

I followed the girl into the bathroom, smelling her warmth from the last stall.

I padded silently to the stall. The sharp, ammonia scent of urine filled my nostrils as I heard water splashing. The door was locked.

“Occupied!” the girl shouted.

Her voice sounded so lovely. An ache filled me. I leaped up and easily slid through the gap between the door and ceiling. I landed gracefully on my feet before her, savoring her eyes widening as I rose.

“Bloody hell!” the girl exclaimed in a melodic, British accent. “Why’d you go and do that?”

She sat on the toilet, her black tights and white panties bunched up around her ankles. Her breasts rose and fell while her heart thundered beneath her chest from the shock. I breathed in the scent of her blood, shuddering.

I licked my lips and relaxed my hair. My clothing dissolved away, leaving me naked before the girl. All she could do was stare dumbfounded at me.

Finally, the girl collected her thoughts. “Clear off. I’m taking a piss, slag!”

I gazed into her eyes and relaxed her. They went wide and almost black as her pupils dilated. A shudder passed through her body and her lips curled with lust. She was mine. I cocked my head, playing with her desires, making her so horny.

She pulled off that gray hoodie, exposing a low-cut, lilac blouse. I delighted to see the blood flooding her capillaries, giving a nice, red flush to her pale skin. She smelled delicious: warm blood, spicy cunt, acidic urine.

I had to taste her.

“Aren’t you tidy?” the girl purred, lost to the lust my gaze generated. “I could just dive right into that fanny and eat you all up!”

I turned, presenting my ass to the girl. I liked a good ass-licking, and I was feeling horny. After she pleasured me, I could taste all the delights the girl’s body had to offer.

“Not your arse, I said your fanny!” she objected.

“My fanny is my ass,” I said in confusion.

“Bloody yanks! Your fish taco.” I only stared blankly at her over my shoulder. “Your cunt, stupid git.” I spun around and she knelt before me, her breath hot on my pussy. She took one delicious lick of my pussy, and I shuddered. “I love fish for supper,” she murmured before diving back in.

I leaned back against the door and let this girl devour my fanny—what a funny word for my pussy. Her tongue was agile, licking along my labia. Then she shoved her tongue deep into my hole, fucking my snatch like a small cock.

My back arched and I writhed against the stall. I gripped the girl’s head and started humping my cunt into her lips. Her tongue was so wonderful. Her nose rubbed on my clit as she swirled it through my depths.

“Mmm, yes, eat my cunt!” I moaned. “Delicious, little slut!”

“Your fanny tastes bloody marvelous!” she purred.

“Don’t stop!” I hissed. “Keep licking.”

I groaned as she buried her wonderful tongue back into me. Her fingers stroked around her licking tongue and found my clit. I gasped as she pinched my nub, sending wonderful pleasure radiating through my body.

She rolled it as she swirled her tongue through my depths. My hands cupped my breasts, rubbing on my nipples while delight rippled through me. The stall door creaked behind me as I undulated, drinking in all the delights she offered.

“Oh, that’s it,” I groaned. “Mmm, eat my fanny, you naughty morsel.”

The girl just moaned, moving her tongue up to my little pearl. Her fingers pulled clear and she rapidly flicked it. I gasped as she slid fingers inside my depths. I clenched down on her, shuddering as she pumped in and out of my flesh.

I savored the friction of her fingers. My eyes fluttered. My fingers dug deeper into my tits as the rapture washed through me. Her tongue flicked and nuzzled my clit, making me squirm. And then her fingers hooked and curled, rubbing along the walls of my pussy, searching for just the right spot.

I exploded when she found it, my head banging back against the stall door, as an orgasm smashed through me. My pussy convulsed about her fingers. Rapture burned so hotly through my body as I bucked.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned as my cum blazed through me. “You delicious morsel!”

Her lips sucked on my clit, her fingers massaging that special spot. It was like all the nerves in my pussy were concentrated right there. It was amazing. I spasmed and groaned. My moans sang through the room as my orgasms swelled higher and higher.

And then my pleasure peaked. I soared on the rapture for one wondrous heartbeat that lasted for eternity. And then I crashed. I shuddered, slumping back against the stall door, my big tits heaving as I fought for my breath.

“Holy shit,” I panted. I gazed down at the girl who had a pleased look plastered on her face, lips smeared in cum.

“Good one, huh,” she said proudly. “I’d fancy one myself.” Her blouse popped off and then her white bra, exposing a cute pair of breasts topped with dark nipples.

“Is everything all right in there?” someone asked from outside, banging on the stall door.

Irritation flashed through me. I opened the stall and found a female janitor. “Lock the bathroom door,” I ordered as I gazed at her. “Let no one in!”

“Yes,” she muttered in a daze. “The loo is closed.”

I pulled the girl out of the toilet as the janitor left the bathroom. I pushed my prey down and ripped her tights and panties off, leaving her naked save for her purple skirt bunched up around her waist. Her legs spread, and her fanny was shaved bare and glistened with lust.

My fangs itched to sink into her pink flesh and taste her blood.

“Eat my fanny!” she moaned.

I fell on her, and she cooed in delight as I kissed her, biting her lips. My fangs sank into her flesh. Coppery blood flowed, staining our kiss. She shuddered, tasting her own blood, moaning in euphoric delight.

I broke our kiss and nuzzled down her neck. I felt her pulse beating just beneath her skin. I itched to sink my fangs in and drink her heart’s blood, but killing her would attract too much attention. I kissed lower to her small breasts. I sucked on her hard nipples, swirling my tongue around her nub.

“Suck my knockers!” the girl purred. “Give ’em a good suck!”

“Mmm, yes,” I moaned between sucks.

I could feel the blood flowing through her breasts, engorging her nipples. My fangs sank into her perky flesh. She shuddered, whimpering in ecstasy as I nursed from her tit, hungrily swallowing her coppery, delicious blood. It was so fresh, tasty, invigorating. The energy spread through my body, inflaming my lust. My prey writhed beneath me, moaning wordlessly, lost in the ultimate intimacy.

I was drinking her life. What could be more intimate?

“Shite that’s bloody amazing!” the girl moaned. “Oh, what’re you doing to me?”

I left bloody kisses as I moved to her other breast. I sank my teeth in around her areola. Four puncture wounds bled, crimson staining the pink nipple. She gasped, spasming from the euphoric delight of my bite.

And came again.

As she moaned out her bliss, I greedily drank her blood. My cheek rubbed against her hard nipple as I lapped the crimson rivulet running down her breast. I savored it, licking, nuzzling, making her shudder and convulse.

But another scent beckoned me. Hot pussy. Intoxicating.

I slid down her body, nipping at her flat stomach, watching beads of dark blood blossoming across her pale flesh. I lapped at them, savoring the delicious treats as I moved lower and lower. She moaned in bliss.

“Eat my fanny,” she said, words slurred with ecstasy. “Devour me.”

“Mmm, yes,” I purred and spread her thighs, her spicy scent filling my nose. “I’m going to feast on your fanny.”

“Good,” she moaned.

I admired her body as her back arched in pleasure. Was there anything more beautiful than crimson blood beading across white flesh? No. No, there wasn’t. She was radiant, her life trickling across her skin.

“Mmm, suck on my fanny!” the girl moaned, kneading her bloody breasts. She was too lost in the lust my bite generated to feel the pain of all her tiny wounds. All she experienced was the pleasure.

I nipped at her shaved pubic mound and watched a rivulet of blood run down to her pussy and mix pink with her juices. Salivating, I dove in, lapping up the coppery, spicy flavor. I slid my tongue into her pussy, then up to brush her clit. This was so delicious.

“You bloody slag! Eat me! Devour me! I’m gonna cum! Oh shite, oh shite!”

Tasty juices and coppery blood flooded my mouth as she bucked against my face. I drank down the intoxicating mix of her juices. Her pussy became a pink froth as I licked and nuzzled and sucked. I savored her.

But my own pussy was on fire.

I flipped around, straddling her face. Her tongue was rough as she lapped at my burning cunt, sending waves of pleasure through me. I bent down and nipped at her thigh, enjoying another flow of fresh blood. It was so exhilarating to taste her. To feast on her.

She moaned into my pussy, sucking on my clit again. Her fingers frigged in and out of my snatch, churning it up while my excitement grew. I sucked more blood from her thigh before moving back to her cunt, mixing the flavors.

“Yes,” I moaned as another orgasm swelled, fed by her fingers, tongue, and blood. Especially the blood. It was so wonderful. “You delicious morsel, yes!”

I came hard on her, my pussy spasming on her digits. I screamed into the muscle of her silky thigh, her blood filling my lips. Life and pleasure burst through me. It rushed through me, leaving me spasming in pure delight.

I loved it. I savored it. It powered me. I was energized to continue on with my mission.

I rose and formed new clothing, leaving my prey sprawled on the floor, her hand furiously rubbing her cunt as my bite’s lust still pumped through her veins. Blood streaked her body, enhancing her natural beauty with vibrancy.

She should live. She was too beautiful to kill.

I felt more alive than ever as I slipped out of the bathroom. Never had my belly been so full of blood. A warmth that slowly grew and grew, spreading to every corner of my being. How great would I feel if I had drained every drop from the girl?

I shuddered just thinking about it.

I wiped the janitor’s memory and stalked away from the bathroom, following the scent of Samnag Soun. I wouldn’t have to hold back with her. I would taste her blood, drinking in every last drop until her heart stopped beating, the blood stopped flowing. I would experience the rapture of draining a human dry.

For Mother.

To be continued…

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