Dark crimson eyes scanned the bar in front of her.
It stank of booze, but that was exactly what she wanted. It was easier to lure her prey away when they were influenced by alcohol and whatever other narcotics were being passed around that evening. She could smell it, mixed in with the sweat of dancing bodies and the rather unpleasant mix of men's cologne that was trying to mask the smell. They really did try too hard to cover up their scent. Men were much more appealing when they wore their natural musk.
Her attention turned when a head of long, jet-black hair passed by her and she caught the pleasant scent of fresh blood. A smile curled on ruby-painted lips, parting just enough for pointed canines to peek through. She was delighted he had found her so far back inside the bar, but she was often hard to miss. She sported her own mane of raven black hair, draping its way down her back and falling just below her waist, somewhat hiding the pale skin she had on show. She dressed to gain attention, but not too much of it lest she ends up in a situation she shouldn't be caught in.
tonight she wore a tight black mini dress, the fabric sitting just an inch or two below her ass, only a thin slip of fabric no more than a hands width covering her up, just how she liked it.
Before she could even greet her old friend she felt his hand brush over her ass before grabbing a handful and giving it a hard squeeze. She rocked her hips back teasingly, of course, she had to make sure he knew just how delighted she was to have him here with her.
"darling, behave yourself. I'm not wearing any panties. You don't want me flashing the entire place, do you?". There was a hint of smugness to how she spoke, the words slipped from her mouth like honey. A feigned gasp followed as his body pressed against her, covering her from sight as a hand slipped beneath her dress, experienced fingers finding their way inside of her, gently slaying and twisting, testing to see how she would react to his very public invasion of her body.
"Such a good little slut, you know exactly how I like it~".
His lips were pressed against her ear, the scent of fresh blood tainting his breath and when paired with the low, husky growl, she couldn't really help the shiver that ran down her spine, her body already beginning to ache and push back on his hand, legs parting slightly to allow him easier access to her body, knowing he was possessive enough to keep her covered from any wandering eyes. Yet, the thought of being watched didn't do anything but turn her on that little bit more.
It took a moment, but she came to her senses and while she made absolutely no move to remove his fingers from her cunt, she relaxed and leaned back into him, a strong arm wrapping around her waist, ensuring that she remained in place.
"I didn't want panty lines, Love. It's not always for you~"
She was teasing and he knew it, but that didn't stop him from giving a little grumble of annoyance. He was, however, very mildly entertained by how wet she had gotten simply from a few fingers getting fucked into her cunt. He slipped them out, her whine of disapproval finally getting him to crack a smile, his own pointed canines gleaming under what little was lighting the bar.
"I suppose this isn't for me either, is it?"
Amusement coated his voice as his newly retracted fingers pushed past her full lips, her tongue instantly lapping at the juices covering them, her ample chest heaving slightly as her hips pushed back, trying to grind herself back against him in hopes of getting fucked like the good little slut she was. She simply nodded, agreeing as she licked him clean, her saliva dripping down her chin, lipstick smearing on his fingers as her tongue pushed flat against them, sucking lewdly on them for a moment before releasing them with a pop, a wicked grin settling on her face as she turned to face him, arms draping over his shoulders to cart her fingers through his collarbone length hair, eventually coming to rest on the nape of his neck, using her weight to pull him down to her, locking lips in a kiss that was far too aggressive for the public.
Her tongue pushed past his lips, coaxing him in with a soft moan and the tempting taste of her pussy on her lips. He, of course, had no qualms about returning her kiss. His free hand moved from where it had been around her waist to gently hold her by the throat, ensuring she wouldn't be moving away from him unless he allowed it. She was his, of course, he didn't care who saw them swapping spit so openly.
It was a good half a minute before the two were parted, the need for oxygen having both left them long ago. Being dead did come in handy at times, it seemed.
He broke away first, her tongue lewdly dragging along his lower lip as if inviting him to stay for just a little longer.
But they had more important things to do rather than fucking in front of an unwilling audience.
"You fed without me."
She pouted, having tasted the blood on his lips the moment she kissed him.