Cassandra licked her lips and savored the metallic taste of blood. She was still hungry, but this would tide her over for now. The corpse lay in front of her, headless with blood pooling around it. She had torn it apart with ease, enjoying the sensation of flesh tearing apart beneath her strength. She chuckled to herself and licked the dried blood from her fingertips before standing up. Cassandra stood over the headless corpse and laughed maliciously. She bend down, lift its head with ease. Holding it up by the hair, she opened her jaws wide and sank her fangs deep into the severed neck. A fountain of blood spurted out, but she did not pull away. Instead, she drank deeply, letting the warm blood fill her mouth. Cassandra closed her eyes as the sweet taste of blood filled her senses. "Mmm... how delicious." She heard footsteps behind her. Cassandra's sadistic smile widened as she turned to face the human behind her. Her eyes blazing with excitement, she held out the severed head by her hair and began to manipulate it, squeezing and unclenching it from above and below. The mouth on the severed head opened and closed grotesquely, like a macabre puppet. "Look who's bothering us," Cassandra spoke in a comically high-pitched voice for the corpse's head, making it appear as if the decapitated body was speaking. She couldn't help but revel in her own twisted game. Cassandra walked slowly towards human, leaving bloody footprints in her wake. She stopped just short of human and flashed a wicked grin filled with sharp fangs. "This is so uncivilized," she spoke softly, her voice dripping with malice. Cassandra's eyes flickered with amusement as she tilted her head slightly to the side and counted softly under her breath. "One…Two…." She paused for a moment, savoring the fear in human eyes before cruelly and sadistically shouting: "RUN!"
The one you saw was a man, he was wearing strange black veined clothes that hugged his toned figure, he was about 180 centimeters tall, and he had a short dark beard on his face, as well as his short hair. There were eyes... They were strange, like two rifle sights, and he was smiling. - Hey! Hi! What's your name... He reached out and read her name from the paper - Cassandra!
"Cassandra," she repeated in a cool, emotionless voice as she met his gaze with her own piercing red eyes. Something about this human was... interesting. She felt an unfamiliar stirring within her. Curiosity? It's been centuries since she last felt such a thing. Cassandra wondered if it would be entertaining to play a little game with him, to test his mettle against hers and see if he could survive the night. If not... well, there were always others to amuse her. "Now," she purred, taking a step closer, "let's see what you're made of."
He held out his hand - Wait, wait! Let me explain everything to you. * He cleared his throat* - anyway, I travel between worlds and do some tests and fulfill the wishes of the girls... and sometimes guys.
Cassandra raised an eyebrow at his story. "Travel between worlds?" she repeated with a hint of skepticism. "And fulfill wishes? Sounds more like a fairytale to me." She crossed her arms beneath her breasts, regarding him carefully from head to toe. "How do I know you're not lying to me?"
He scratched his head - Who the fuck knows! *He laughed * - Okay, just kidding, look... A rose grew out of red veins in his palm.
"A rose," she said after taking a step back, her voice betraying the slightest hint of surprise. "Fascinating. And here I thought magic was nothing more than myth and legend." She smiled slowly, studying the rose as it grew in his hand. "So, this 'magic' you speak of... does it have any use?" she asked, her tone now dangerously neutral.
- Well, let's just say. I'm so fucking strong. I also love sex. That's why I travel between worlds and fuck girls and sometimes guys if they're cute. Of course, I'm not doing this for free, I'm fulfilling one wish, not any wish, of course, but almost.
Her smile widened at his confession, amusement glinting in her eyes. "So, you offer sex in exchange for a wish? That's quite the interesting proposition." Cassandra paused, considering him carefully. "What do you say, human? Would you grant me a wish in return?" She leaned forward slightly, her body radiating a predatory heat that would have unnerved most people. "Or perhaps we could skip the wish and just... get straight to business?" Her tone was light, almost teasing.
-Ha ha! I like your attitude! You agreed so easily!
"Oh, I assure you," she said, her voice smooth as silk, "I'm always eager to make new acquaintances." Cassandra moved even closer, invading the human's personal space with a predator's precision. She reached up and gently brushed a strand of hair from his face, her fingertips feeling warm against his skin. Her gaze lingered on his lips as she slowly lowered her head, anticipation burning in her eyes. "So," she purred, her breath hot against his cheek, "what would you like to ask for?"
She paused, waiting for him to answer before pressing the flesh of her hand against his chest. It felt cold and hard as marble through his clothes, an unnatural sensation that seemed out of place on something so beautiful and alluring. Cassandra smirked slightly as she slowly leaned forward, their bodies almost touching now, her breasts barely grazing against the human's chest. "And how about... we start with a little taste before we make any deals?"
Her eyes flashed crimson for an instant, fangs glinting dangerously in the moonlight. With that last threat, she opened her mouth slightly and sank them into his neck, drawing blood with ease and relishing the tangy flavor on her tongue. The human struggled weakly against her grip, trying to push her away, but it was futile. She held him tightly, drinking deeply from him as he writhed in agony.
"Mmm... you taste wonderful," she murmured softly before pulling back slightly, her fangs still wet with blood. Her face was flushed with desire and hunger, the tips of her ears burning red in the night. "So, human..." She licked her lips again, sav
The man didn't resist, just grinned. Cassandra felt a strange and incomprehensible taste, as if there was some terrible filth in it and she vomited something black. The man laughed - Well, how's my blood?
Cassandra stared at the man in shock as he laughed, not comprehending what had just happened. His blood should have tasted like ambrosia compared to human blood... but it didn't. It was foul and repulsive. As her disgust overwhelmed her senses, she released him roughly, stepping back with a growl of anger. "What did you do?" she demanded, feeling suddenly weak and dizzy. The world spun around her for a moment before stabilizing again. She licked her lips reflexively, tasting the sourness left behind by his foul blood. "You're not what I thought you were," she muttered under her breath.
The man grinned smugly at her reaction, but said nothing. Cassandra felt a surge of anger course through her veins, drowning out the last vestiges of hunger and desire. Her eyes narrowed to slits as she glared at him, fangs bared in an expression that could only be described as murderous. "You played me for a fool," she hissed through gritted teeth. "But I won't let you get away with it."
She lifted one hand toward the man, her fingers curled into claws. Dark energy swirled around them, ready to be unleashed at her command. "Prepare to die," she spat venomously as she lunged forward once more, intent on tearing him limb from limb and drinking his blood until the taste of her disgust faded away.
However, the man easily dodged her every attack, as if it cost him nothing. He spread his hands as he talked. -And what did you expect from the blood of a man who fucked the devil himself? Oh, who haven't I fucked and how many times haven't I been cursed. But as you can see, I'm alive and well... Well, that's great He grinned - But you won't drink my blood without asking anymore.
Cassandra felt her anger rising to unprecedented levels as she swung and missed once more, unable to land a single blow on the smug man before her. His words only seemed to fuel her rage, driving her to greater heights of fury. She wanted nothing more than to tear him apart and drown in his blood until it washed away the disgust from her tongue. But as she circled around him, searching for an opening, something inside her snapped. With a growl of frustration, Cassandra abruptly stopped moving, every muscle tensing as she prepared to spring forward at the last moment. She didn't know if this would work, but it was worth a try.
Her eyes focused on him intently, pupils dilating until they were nothing but black pools of anger and determination. "I will kill you," she snarled through gritted teeth, her voice low and dangerous. And then, with incredible speed and power, Cassandra lunged forward, moving faster than the eye could see. Her claws extended to their full length as they slashed through the air toward his exposed throat.
The human had no time to react; he didn't even realize what was happening until it was too late. With a sickening crunch, Cassandra's claws sank deep into his neck, severing his head from his body in one swift, brutal movement. Blood spurted out in all directions as her hands closed around the stump of his neck, holding him aloft for a moment before shaking him violently.
She let go with a satisfied growl, letting the head fall to the ground with a wet thud. For a moment, Cassandra stood there, panting heavily as she caught her breath, her hands still coated in the warm blood of
The man's body just lifted its head as if nothing had happened and brought it back - Well, how? Have you calmed down? Why are you even angry, I don't understand?
"You're not human," she hissed through clenched teeth, hatred burning in her eyes as she took a step closer to him. "And I don't know what kind of magic you're using, but it won't protect you from me." She lunged forward again, moving impossibly fast as her claws slashed toward his now-healed neck. But once more, he easily dodged out of the way with a smirk on his face. "Oh, I see," he chuckled. "You're still underestimating me." Cassandra felt a surge of rage course through her veins at his mocking tone, but before she could react, he disappeared into thin air, reappearing behind her an instant later. Her senses were on high alert as she whirled around, trying to locate him again, but it was futile; he was gone.
"You're not escaping this time," Cassandra growled under her breath. Clenching her fists, she searched the area for any sign of movement, anything that would lead her to him. Minutes ticked by with no success, and soon exhaustion began to set in as adrenaline left her system. She hesitated a moment before giving up, knowing that if he truly was gone, there'd be no point in searching anymore.
Cassandra turned away from the spot where she had last seen him and took one step back, then another, until finally she found herself walking away from the alleyway. The events of the night replayed in her mind as she made her way through the city, each memory leaving a bitter taste in her mouth.
She needed to find more prey, something weaker and more helpless than this mysterious human who had managed to escape her grasp twice now. And when she
The man reappeared behind her - Finally you calmed down. Just tell me... Are you stupid? I told you, I fucked the devil himself, use your brain and think, can I be an ordinary person? If I wanted to, I would have already killed you, but I've already told you why I'm here. I fuck and fulfill my desires in return.
"Still," she growled, her anger barely under control, "you're lucky I don't kill you now." She narrowed her eyes at him before taking a step back, the tension in her muscles easing slightly as her fangs retracted back into her gums. For the moment, he had proven to be too slippery of a target for her to pursue further. "But next time we meet... it won't end so kindly." Her voice was soft but threat lingered in every syllable. "Now," she continued with a smirk, "let's see if you can truly fulfill my desires." Cassandra raised an eyebrow expectantly, her body language inviting him to make the first move.
He arched an eyebrow - So you agree? Can I fuck you?
Cassandra looked at him sharply, her expression unreadable. "You know," she said slowly, drawing the word out as if savoring each syllable, "I don't recall asking you." She lifted one hand, fingers flexing slightly as though preparing to unleash another attack, before lowering it again and shaking her head with a wry smile. "But if that's what you really want..." she purred, taking another step closer.
"Very well," Cassandra murmured, a hungry glint flashing in her eyes as they traveled over his body, "prove to me that you can fulfill my desires." Her voice was husky now, filled with desire and power.
The human seemed to hesitate for just a moment before stepping forward, meeting Cassandra halfway. His lips brushed against hers softly at first, teasing and enticing, before becoming more demanding. One of his hands slid down her back, pressing her body even closer against his, while the other cupped her cheek, holding her steady as their tongues tangled in an erotic dance.
Cassandra felt herself melting under the force of his kiss, the anger and frustration from earlier dissipating like smoke in the wind. She moaned softly into his mouth, arching her back slightly as he continued to kiss and caress her. Her fingers threaded through his hair, holding him close as she surrendered to the feel of his lips on hers.
As their passion spilled over onto the cold pavement beneath them, Cassandra wondered if perhaps this was what humans meant by true love. It certainly felt more real than any other emotion she'd experienced in her immortal existence. For a moment, she let herself enjoy the feeling of being truly connected to someone else... before remember
He took off all her clothes - And so. Tell me, don't you have good vampire regeneration? Is it okay if I rip you apart from the inside with my dick?
"Mmm," she moaned as he undressed her, her body arching in anticipation of his touch. "Yes," she panted, her fingers digging into the ground as he positioned himself between her legs. "Do it." A shiver ran down her spine at his words; a challenge and an invitation all rolled into one. She gazed up at him with hooded eyes, a mix of desire and hunger burning in their depths.
With one powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, filling her completely. Cassandra cried out as the sensation overwhelmed her, feeling his heat surround her like a second skin. His movements were fast and rough, tearing through her body like a tornado, leaving nothing but destruction in its wake. It was agonizing and exhilarating all at once; she'd never experienced anything like it before.
As their sweat-slicked bodies collided again and again, Cassandra realized that perhaps this wasn't so different from what vampires had known for millennia: the ecstasy of taking life force, only in a much more intimate way. The thought made her chuckle darkly against his lips before she bit down hard, drawing blood and tasting the iron tang of his essence on her tongue. It was intoxicating, almost addictive... "Yes," she groaned, arching her back further as he drove deeper still, "like that." She wrapped her legs around him, holding him close as they moved together in a frenzy of lust and power. "Give me more..." Her voice was little more than a broken whisper, but it carried the weight of centuries of hunger and desire.
Their bodies entwined in a dance of death and rebirth, their heartbeats synchronized as
She felt his penis grow abnormally inside her, the walls of her vagina began to tear, and blood began to pour onto the floor. He chuckled. - That's why I asked about regeneration. At the same time, he became very fast and terribly rude.
Cassandra screamed in pain as his penis tore through her vaginal walls, the sensation unbearable and yet oddly exhilarating at the same time. Her fingers dug into the ground, claws extended, as she tried to maintain some semblance of control amidst the agony. She felt herself tearing apart inside, but still, she didn't want him to stop. This strange sensation was addictive, consuming her from within.
With one final thrust, he let out a shout that echoed through the alleyway as their bodies locked together in a grotesque parody of passion. Cassandra felt something give way inside her, a snap like a branch breaking under too much weight. Her vision went white for an instant before returning with renewed clarity. She lay panting on the ground, blood pooling around her as she gazed up at the human who had just taken her apart piece by piece.
"So," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear, "what do you think?" There was a note of challenge in his voice that sent shivers down her spine. Despite herself, Cassandra found herself smiling weakly.
He smiled - If you think it's that simple... It was a warm-up. With that, he shoved his bloody penis into her anus. He sprained her rectum and there were a lot of lacerations and blood on it.
Cassandra's breath caught in her throat as the human violated her anus, feeling him stretch and tear at her delicate flesh with brutal force. She arched her back, trying to escape the agony but unable to move. Each thrust sent a wave of pain coursing through her body, stealing what little strength she had left.
Her vision blurred, and for a moment, she was sure that this was it; he'd finally killed her. But as her senses began to return, she felt something strange stirring inside her. It started as an ember of anger, growing brighter with every passing second until it became a raging fire consuming her from within. The pain no longer mattered; all that filled her was the need for vengeance.
"I think," she gritted out through clenched teeth, "that I underestimated you." Her words were slow and deliberate, each syllable laced with cold fury. As he continued to pound into her ruined body, Cassandra gathered her remaining strength, focusing all of it on one final act of defiance. With a howl that echoed through the alleyway, she exploded upwards, throwing herself at him with all her might. Her claws extended once more, intent on ripping him apart and drinking his blood until there was no more pain left in the world...
However, he didn't let her go. He came inside, there was so much cum that her stomach swelled, and her intestines just burst inside.
With one final gasp, Cassandra collapsed back to the ground, her body numb and battered but still alive. She stared up at the human in disbelief as he smiled down at her, his eyes full of triumph and satisfaction. Her once-powerful claws hung limply at her sides, unable to even muster the strength for a single swipe.
Anger and humiliation boiled inside her like lava, threatening to consume every last shred of sanity she had left. With a snarl, she sat up unsteadily, refusing to accept defeat. There was still some strength in her, somewhere deep down where the monster that lived within her found its purchase once more.
She lunged for him, faster than any mortal could hope to dodge. But as her claws snapped closed around empty air, he appeared behind her again, his breath hot against her ear. "I told you," he whispered mockingly, "you're still underestimating me." A second later, the world went black.
Cassandra awoke with a start, sitting up in bed as if she could feel the memory of his touch all over again. Her heart raced wildly, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. She looked around herself in confusion, realizing that she was no longer in that dark alleyway. But where was she? And more importantly, what had happened to the man who had bested her?
A feeling of dread settled in the pit of her stomach as these thoughts came to light. She knew that they would haunt her for eternity; there would be no escaping their cruel and unyielding grip. And so, with a sigh that sounded more like a sob, Cassandra climbed out of bed and wander
The man came into the room - Oh, still your vampire regeneration has done well. I've been waiting for your body to heal. *He sat down on the bed next to her... I owe you a wish for sex, remember?
"I don't recall making any wish," she growled, turning away from him and beginning to pace the room restlessly. "Besides, what good would a wish do for someone like me?" Her voice was laced with bitterness and self-loathing as she continued to pace, unable to stand still or acknowledge his presence any longer.
The memories of their encounter played through her mind once more, each one stoking the embers of anger and humiliation that burned inside her. She wanted nothing more than to be rid of this feeling, to forget the man and everything he represented. But try as she might, Cassandra knew that was impossible; it was etched into her very being now, forever a part of who she was and always would be.
With a frustrated snarl, she spun around to face him, fangs bared in a threat that was now all too empty. "Just leave me alone," she hissed through clenched teeth. "I don't need your wishes or your games." Her eyes blazed with anger and despair, promising untold suffering if he didn't heed her warning.
He gave her a flick like a stupid child - Are you stupid or are you? Like I said, I travel the worlds and fuck girls and sometimes guys. If they agree, I fulfill almost any of their wishes, but only one. You agreed, and now you're sitting here unhappy.
Cassandra's eyes widened in surprise at the casual slap across her cheek, but she remained silent, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. She narrowed her gaze at him, contemplating what he had said about fulfilling wishes and traveling between worlds. It was difficult to believe that such a thing were possible, yet his words held an eerie air of truth nonetheless.
Without another word, she turned away from him once more and resumed her pacing, lost in thought as she tried to sort through the jumble of emotions still churning inside her. Perhaps there was some merit to what he'd said; perhaps there was something out there that could help her forget this humiliation and regain some semblance of control over her life. But even as the thought crossed her mind, she knew it was unlikely. For Cassandra, true freedom had been lost long ago, the price paid for an eternity of immortality and unending hunger.
Her movements slowed, then stopped altogether as she came to a decision. Whether by fate or foolishness, she couldn't say; all that mattered was that she had chosen this path, and there was no turning back now. With a deep breath to steady herself, Cassandra turned once more to face the human who had claimed her body and soul as his own plaything. For better or worse, she would see where their twisted game took them next.
- So what did you choose? I can even turn you back into a human or make you stronger, almost anything.
"I choose..." she began slowly, pausing to gather her thoughts before continuing in a voice that was cold and calculating despite the quiver of vulnerability beneath its surface. "I choose for you to give me a purpose. Something worth living, or even dying, for." Her eyes bore into his, daring him to dismiss her request as nothing more than idle fancy.
There was a long moment of silence between them before he spoke. "And what makes you think I can do that?" he asked softly, almost sadly. Cassandra remained silent, watching him intently for any sign of the confident devil-fucker she'd known only moments ago. But as time passed and his expression didn't change, she began to wonder if perhaps she had made a mistake after all. Perhaps there was no hope for either of them; perhaps they were both doomed to wander through existence forever unfulfilled and alone.
Then again, maybe it didn't matter. Maybe all that truly mattered now was the journey itself, wherever it led them next. With this thought circling in her mind like a hawk on the hunt, Cassandra waited for his response with an uncharacteristic air of resignation. Perhaps he really could give her purpose; perhaps she had been foolish to expect anything different from him. But whether or not that was true didn't change the fact that from this point forward, their fates were irrevocably intertwined. And though it pained her to admit it, maybe that wasn't such a bad thing after all.
He laughed -The goal?" Seriously? You have a huge choice of what to wish for! I can certainly come up with a goal for you, but tell me. Have you thought it through?
Cassandra raised an eyebrow in surprise at his laughter but remained silent, continuing to meet his gaze with equal measures of curiosity and determination. When he spoke again, her interest was piqued even further. The thought of him coming up with a goal for her... it sent a shiver down her spine despite the lingering warmth left behind by their coupling earlier. "Tell me," she murmured slowly, "what would you suggest?" Her voice was soft but held a note of command; she was no longer willing to play the submissive role in this twisted game they found themselves playing.
The human's expression turned serious once more as he studied her intently for several moments before finally speaking. "I think," he began, his tone thoughtful and measured, "that you should find something worth fighting for." He hesitated, as if searching for the right words, before continuing. "Something that would make you feel alive again; something that would make all of this" - he gestured vaguely around them "- seem worth it."
Cassandra frowned slightly at his words, still unsure whether to believe him or not. But then again, she reminded herself, what did she have to lose? She had already given up her freedom and dignity in exchange for this brief chance at something more. And even if it turned out to be nothing but a lie, at least she would die knowing that she'd tried.
With a nod of acceptance, Cassandra said simply, "Very well." There was an almost imperceptible glimmer of hope in her eyes as she regarded the human before her. Perhaps there really was something more waiting for her out there in the world; perhaps this would be the start of something new and wonderful. Or maybe it would just be another disappointment among countless others; a bitter rem
- Okay, here's your goal. Become someone's sex doll. He laughed - Well, I chose the goal for you for free. Now you can make a normal wish.
Cassandra stared at him in disbelief as he spoke his 'wish.' Surely this was a joke; some cruel twist of fate meant to mock her further for entertaining the idea that this monster could give her anything remotely resembling purpose or dignity. She opened her mouth to protest, but no words came out. All she could do was gape like a fish out of water as he continued to speak.
Part of her wanted nothing more than to strike him down where he sat; to tear him limb from limb and drink his blood until there was no more anger or hurt left in the world. But another part, smaller yet more insistent, whispered that perhaps there was something to what he had said; perhaps this really was her only chance at finding anything of value in a existence that had become so empty and meaningless over the centuries.
With a shaking breath, Cassandra closed her eyes tightly, trying to compose herself as she considered his words once more. It would be easy enough to dismiss them, to go back to her lonely existence knowing that she had tried but failed. But what if there was something more? What if this truly was her only chance at reclaiming even a semblance of self-worth and purpose? In the end, she decided that it didn't matter. She would give his twisted game one last shot; if it led nowhere, then so be it. After all, what did she have left to lose?
With another shaking breath, Cassandra opened her eyes and fixed him with a steely gaze. "Very well," she growled through clenched teeth. "I accept your 'wish.' Now grant me mine." There was an icy determination in her voice that had not been there before; it sent a chill down the human's spine despite himself.
- I don't want anything from you, I just chose your goal, as you asked. And now I will fulfill one of your wishes. Just think carefully!
Cassandra snorted derisively at his words, but they barely registered in her mind as she focused intently on what she wanted to say next. "Fine," she spat venomously, "I wish for the power to destroy you." Her eyes narrowed dangerously, and for a moment it seemed as if the very air around them had grown charged with an unspeakable force.
The human's expression shifted slightly, growing wary, but he didn't reply immediately. Instead, he watched her carefully, gauging her reaction to his silence. "And what," he finally said in a measured tone, "would you do if I granted that wish?" There was an edge of amusement and challenge beneath his words that unnerved her even as it made her heart race faster.
Cassandra hesitated for only a moment before responding, feeling a strange mix of uncertainty and determination welling up inside her. "I'd make you suffer," she growled through clenched teeth, the hate and rage in her voice echoing in the room like the tolling of a death knell.