NINA

By Succubus

It started that night, the same as the rest. I had been sleeping in my bed, when I awoke with a start, knocking the glass off of my table, sending it crashing to the floor. Faintly I could hear my name, as if it were carried on the wind. I Looked down at the shattered glass in horror, a drop of blood forming on one foot from a cut; I knew that she was coming. In panic, I rubbed my eyes.

"No, this can't be happening again!"  I cursed the darkness, feeling it my enemy.

I heard her calling to me, closer now, and I rose to my feet, unable to ignore her call, unable to stop myself from going to her. I walked across the room, pieces of glass slicing into my feet, but I didn't feel it—I was hers now.

Following the sound of her voice, I stumbled through the darkness, and walked outside. Nearing an old stone church, I knew then where to find her; I knew she waited inside. I could smell her scent.  I started to harden, thinking of her red-red lips and fathomless black eyes.

Walking inside, I saw her, standing by the altar; she had the priest in her arms. She smiled at me, baring sharp pointed teeth.

"Here, my love," she said, "take him, for me, for me, do it for me, love."

I approached him, my stomach churning, not wanting to do what I knew I would. Savagely, I grabbed him, throwing him to the ground. Pouncing upon him, I bit down, tearing off chunks of his flesh, licking at his blood as it started to flow. I heard no screams; my ears were filled instead with the music of Nina's sweet voice.

Pulling him up by his hair, I dragged him to the altar, watching as his blood began to pour over it. Leaning low, I kissed him. Grabbing the heavy crucifix hanging on the wall, I drove it into his chest. His eyes flew wide in surprise and shock; his body barely trembled, as his life flowed from him.

I looked up at Nina, and she smiled, slipping her arms about my waist. "My love, my love," she said, kissing me, licking the priest's blood from my cheeks.  "Mmmmm," she purred. Pushing the corpse to the floor, Nina climbed on top of it, lifting her skirt, pushing her bare pussy into the blood.

She started to rub against his body, grinding the blood against her thighs. She leaned forward, licking at his blood, sticking her tongue into his mouth, gazing into his blank gaze with an impish grin.
She pulled off her dress, gathering his blood, rubbing it on her breasts, her stomach. She started to moan grinding against him. I approached her, reaching down to move her thick black hair from her face. I leaned down and we kissed; the taste of her and blood overwhelmed me.  I closed my eyes, losing myself in Nina, the taste of copper strong upon my tongue.