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 amazing body; that’s why I’ll fuck you.” He retorted, having a good look at her.

“Oh, sorry, I don’t really think so.” Mary answered with a look of blatantly fake sorrow.

“You know, I don’t feel any pleasure in sex. I’ll tell you a secret:” she added, approaching her lips at a few inches from Dale’s mouth. “Out of curiosity, I tried it a couple of times, in the first days after my rebirth: everybody talked about sex as the best thing in the world, and I hadn’t ever tried it before, so I got it a shot.” the vampires continued, approaching her lips to his face, her gaze fixed on his. “I found some idiot with more balls than brain, just like you. I had them tied to a bed, just like you. I mounted them, just like I am doing with you” she teased, positioning her trimmed pussy just on his cock “And I rode them. And, let me tell you, it wasn’t pleasurable: firstly, my hymen keeps healing, so every time I have sex it’s like losing virginity. But even not accounting this, I don’t feel anything: just an hard cock spreading my pussy, rocking in and out.” she purred teasingly, moving her hips on his shaft.

“Beside not feeling good, I find it…annoying. I kind of hate the sensation of something penetrating my soft, inviting hole. So… I don’t really see any point in fucking you.” Said the vampiress, stopping suddenly and moving her waist away from his penis.

“Do you know what I love? What makes me feel good?” she asked kissing him lightly just above his navel.

“To flay my preys. To cut their skin with my nails, grab it and pull until it comes away” said, moving her mouth slowly upwards on his belly. “To listen to their screams of agony and terror, and wrap myself in their still bloody skin” she shivered in pleasure, while her tongue licked his ribs.

“But, more than everything, I like to make them horny, because do you know where I like to start from?” purred Mary, with an hungry gaze at his erect cock. “Exactly” she confirmed, before planting her lips on the wound she had open directly on the man’s sternum, sucking the blood that was pouring out, nibbling the hole with her sharp canines to make it bleed more profusely.

“Ah!” she gasped in delight, rising her head from her dinner. “Enough with the appetizer.” said Mary, licking her lips. “Let’s start with the main course.”

“Before we start, can I ask you a riddle?” Said Dale, with an enigmatic smile.

“Sssht” she hushed him, placing a finger on his lips. “Keep your breath: you’ll soon have to scream very loudly.”

“What does look like a human but is not a human?” he asked, ignoring her trembling finger.

The vampiress gazed at her hand, confused: why the hand tremor? What was happening to her?

“Don’t you know the answer?” He mocked her, with an even broader smile “Let’s try with: what does look like a human but has a toxic blood?”

At this point her entire body was trembling, and a painful cramp hit her flat stomach.

“N-No.” she muttered in horror, hit by the revelation.

“Oh yes, bitch.” told her the dampyre, before effortlessly snapping the rope she used to bind him, while Mary fell on the ground, clutching her stomach.

A dampyre, or daybreaker, is the son of a vampire and a human. The birth of such a creature is an extremely rare occurrence, because of several reasons: the vampires not being interested in sex, the fact that is quite uncommon to see a human and a vampire to get along enough to the point of even falling in love, the fact that not every vampire is fertile, but almost only the ‘fresher’ ones…

However, it has all the strengths of the vampires but none of their weakness: it can walk in the sunlight, silver and garlic don’t hurt him and he is not bothered by crosses.

They can still be killed by a wood stake in the heart, and they can die if severely injured by silver bullets, but simple contact with silver doesn’t hurt them. Most importantly in this case, the blood of a dampyre was highly toxic for other vampires: despite not being deadly in the quantities she had ingested, it would have take her out of action for some time… and possibly, in a painful way.

“I think” said Dale, standing nearby the convulsing vampire “that I’ll fuck you, after all.”

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When Mary regained consciousness, she was the one tied to the bed, her whole body still in pain for the poison she ingested.

Dale sat on a couch, watching her while he ate something. “You woke up, finally. I was afraid I would have to start without you.” He said, enjoying the view.

“What are you going to do?” She asked weakly but defiantly. “Rape me? Oh, that’s horrible.” said the vampiress, forcing sarcasm in her voice.

Perhaps if she could keep him busy for enough time, she thought, she could menage to regain her strength and break free.

Dampyre or not, he would have paid for what he did.

“Yeah, something like that. You know, if I’ll like it I could also decide to keep you around.”

‘Idiot’, she thought. Soon Mary would have recovered, and the simple rope that kept her tied would be useless against her rage.

Slowly he got up, approaching her; he was still nude, and his quite impressive penis dangled between his legs, already semi erected.

“Make good use of it” told the vampiress, referring to his cock. “Because I’ll rip it away from you.”

“Of course I’ll do.” he answered with a laughter. “You can be sure of it. But, before I start, let me show you something.” He said, picking up a small torch and lighting it up, pointing upward: a light violet circle appeared on the ceiling.

For the first time, she didn’t say anything; an UV torch could seriously hurt, if not kill, her.

Damn it, her whole body felt like it was beaten by a pack of werewolves.

“Oh, don’t worry.” he said, sensing her tension. “I’m not planning to use it on you again.”

Mary wondered what did he mean, while he screwed some kind of cap on the front of the torch.

“Now look.” said the vampire with a smile, switching the torch on again. This time, the circle was replaced by a perfectly shaped cross.

With a hiss, Mary looked away, disturbed by the sight of the holy icon.

“And, finally,” he concluded, reaching her head and grabbing her by her hair, “Look at this.”

The dampyr lifted her head, somehow gently, making her look down on her body, and seeing what he did she froze in place: using the UV light, he burned a three inches cross on her belly, right halfway from her navel to her groin.

With a chilling scream, the vampiress began to buckle wildly, trying to get free from her restraints.

“Did you brand me?!” She yelled, her eyes burning with fury “Did you fucking fire brand me?”

“Looks like I did so.” answered the hunter, satisfied. “You know, it looks nice on you.”

“I’ll kill you, you motherfucker! I’ll gauge your eyes out! I’ll make you eat your own dick, asshole! I-“

“Oh, I’m sure you would love to do it.” He answered, approaching her and admiring his work. “Luckily for me, and unfortunately for you, having a cross burned directly on your body will strongly limit your powers. Oh, I don’t think it will go away anytime soon: I covered it with garlic, just to be sure.” added, before straddling on her lower chest, mocking the situation they were in just an hour before.

“So, here we have a vampiress.” He joked, grabbing her breast. “I’m trembling with fear, Vampirella.”

[Continues…]

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