Дэвид Уоллес - Island of Fog and Death

“I’m not sure I can wait,” he whispered, slipping a hand under her top.

Tori nibbled at his lips, and murmured, “Down, boy. I have some new tricks to show you later. And you know the old saying.” She giggled. “Abstinence makes the hard on stronger.”

“Hm, I’m not convinced that’s how the old saying really goes,” Maxwell whispered. “But I like what you did with it.” He released her, and took a deep breath. “And I know I’ll like what you do with me, later.” He leaned back in and kissed her. “But not too much later.”

“Oh, yes, Maxwell, you’ll like it all right. So come on, let’s go and eat.”

The meal had been delicious. Even Tori had to admit that Gilda knew how to cook pasta to perfection, and that there was not much that could go wrong with meatballs in tomato and basil sauce. Tori had even surprised Owain and Gilda by producing a bottle of red wine to go with it; she insisted on a little celebration now that they had uncovered the hiding place of Belbo’s dragon.

Finally, Maxwell stood up, smiled at the curvy blonde, and said, “It’s way past my bedtime. Are you coming, sweetie?”

“I’ll be right along, Maxwell,” Tori replied. “I’ll help with the dishes.”

As soon as Maxwell was out of the door, Gilda glared at Tori. “Dishes my arse! What do you really want?”

“Oh, Gilda, doll. What could you possibly have that I’d want, I wonder?”

Owain spoke up. “Come on, girls, there’s no need for that kind of attitude. Look, Tori, me and Gilda can sort out the dishes, why don’t you go and join Maxwell?”

Tori turned to him and looked into his eyes, which widened as he felt her invade his mind. “What… What’s happening?” He started gasping for breath and sank down onto the bench seat behind him.

“Owain?” said Gilda. “Are you all right? Oh god!” She realised he was in trouble. “He can’t breathe! Tori, help me with him!” She tried to push past Tori to get to Owain’s side. Tori seized her arm in a vise-like grip, turned her slightly, and shocked Gilda by slamming a fist into her solar plexus. Gilda staggered backwards, gasping for breath as her diaphragm spasmed. Tori glanced at Owain, observed that he was still fighting for air, and pushed a repeat of her mental commands to reinforce the illusion of suffocating. She turned back to Gilda as she attempted to pull herself fully upright.

“What are you doing?” Gilda’s eyes were wide with fear.

“Having fun, doll,” replied Tori with a laugh. “I’ve been a good girl way too long! Do you want to see some of my party tricks?” She held her hands up next to her face. “Watch this, doll.” Her fingers stretched and hardened into talons, and her canine teeth descended into sharp points.

Gilda opened her mouth to scream, but Tori struck with inhuman speed. A single raptor-like claw thrust into the front of Gilda’s throat, punching through her thyroid cartilage and angling downward and back in a precise move that sliced through her vocal chords. Gilda clutched at her throat with both hands, while Tori laughed. Gilda’s mouth opened and closed uselessly, unable to form words.

Tori lowered one hand and gently placed it against Gilda’s chest, just below her breast and left of her sternum. She smiled into Gilda’s shocked eyes. “Hey, doll,” she said. “Want to know why I keep calling you that? Doll? Do you want to know?” She put on an expression of mock contrition. “Oh, sorry, doll. You can’t answer me, can you? I forgot. Hey, never mind, I’ll tell you anyway.” She grinned. “It’s because I knew all the time that before we were done here, I’d get to play with you.” Tori’s fingers pressed into Gilda’s chest. “Just like.” Her claws pricked Gilda’s skin through her sweater. “My.” The claws dug deep, scraping ribs as they sank into Gilda. “Little.” There was a crunch of breaking ribs. “Doll.”

The pain was astonishing. Gilda tried to scream, but her ravaged throat only managed, “Unh-unh!” She could feel Tori’s hand wrapping around her heart.

Tori folded her fingers around Gilda’s heart, and she thrilled to the feel of its irregular, panicked fluttering. “Are we having fun, doll?” she hissed into Gilda’s ear. “Are we afraid yet?” Gilda’s reactions were causing the atmosphere in the camper to saturate with a miasma of fear and death. Tori breathed it in, deeply, and used the fingers buried in Gilda’s chest to channel life’s energy into herself. Finally, she clenched her fist tightly around Gilda’s throbbing heart and yanked it free. A gout of blood followed it out through a gaping hole in her chest.

Tori hissed and watched Gilda’s eyes while their life drained away. “Are you watching doll?” she snarled. The last thing Gilda saw was Tori’s sharp teeth biting into her bloody heart. Tori laughed. She pulled Gilda’s mouth wide open and shoved the heart inside. She put on a fake Australian accent, and said, “Gilda? Well, you can live on it. But it tastes like shit.”

Tori turned to Owain. She let her teeth return to normal and retracted her talons. She grinned at him and patted him on the cheek. “Your turn, baby,” she said. She relaxed her mental hold on Owain and he felt the awful sensation of asphyxiation recede.

“Who…” he struggled to speak. “Who… No what are you?”

“Oh, babe,” she laughed. “I’m an actor, remember? I suppose my poor little doll thought she was being eaten by a werewolf, or a vampire, or something. I was certainly doing my best to channel Bela Lugosi, anyway. But that was an act. My speciality doesn’t work on girls, you see, just the male of the species. No, for girls I need to fall back on being sharp and pointy and hurting them.” She began to remove her bloodstained clothing, and giggled as she saw Owain’s eyes locked on her own in terror, despite the perfectly-formed breasts she had exposed. “Don’t you like what I have on show?” she asked. She slipped her panties down and posed for him, half turned with her voluptuous tits and arse in profile, her eyelids drooping sensually. She pushed lewd thoughts into his mind and released a wave of pheromones that teased his olfactory nerve endings. Owain could not help himself – his eyes took in her naked body, his trousers tented, and he felt rising heat suffuse the centre of his being.

Tori smiled. It was not a pleasant smile. She breathed deeply and tasted the lust in the air; hot, spicy and delicious. Owain found himself helpless, unable to move. “Worked it out yet, babe?” she asked in a breathy rasp. She unzipped his trousers and slipped a hand inside, feathering her fingers across his cock. “I feed on energies,” she went on, tracing circles round his sensitive tip with a finger. “In a push, I can get by on sucking the life out of a human. Like my little doll, there. But that doesn’t taste very nice.” She wrapped her fist round his erection and slid up and down. “No, my preference is sex. What do you think? Anything to say, babe?”

Against his will, and to his own horror, Owain heard himself croak, “Don’t stop.”

Tori responded by kissing him, hard. A kiss that involved her lips, tongue and teeth, sensual teasing pleasure and just a little pain. “Ah, sorry, babe,” she whispered into his ear. She ran her tongue down the side of his neck from his earlobe down to his shoulder. “All good things have to end. Unless you’re me, of course, because I’m good, and I don’t end. No, I have a hot date in the other van. I’d love to stay and play, but I don’t want Maxwell wondering why the dishes are taking so long.” Her hand found its way up under his shirt to tease his nipple, making him gasp. She dug her nails in and dragged down towards his waist again. Owain whimpered. “So this little monster is going to have to leave. Have you guessed yet? Have you worked it out? What kind of ravishing predator feeds on sex?” She pulled his cock vertical and straddled him, sinking down onto his length so that he cried out. “Still no answer?” She rocked her hips back and forward. “Oh, I see, your attention is otherwise engaged. I’ll have to give you the answer, won’t I? I’ll let you into my little secret.”