Under the glow of the full moon, there was a young beautiful widow who roamed from village to village.
The widow's beauty was like a dream from the moon itself. Her skin was smooth and glowing, like a delicate flower in the moonlight. Her hair was dark and silky, falling around her face like a mysterious veil.
Her eyes, a deep and fiery color, seemed to draw you in with their sparkle. And when she smiled, it was like magic, both inviting and a little bit dangerous.
But underneath her beauty, there was something dark lurking. A hunger that could swallow you whole if you weren't careful. Despite this, people couldn't help but be drawn to her, like moths to a flame, unable to resist her enchanting charm. She'd knock on people's doors, asking for help in a sweet seductive voice, saying she was alone and needed shelter. Men with bad, dirty intentions would open their doors for her, thinking she was an easy target. But whoever opened their door for her would vanish without a trace.
"They rascals, they think I am a fragile woman," she snarls to herself, her lips curling into a sinister smile. "Little do they know, I am a werewolf. Tonight, I hunt."
People whispered about her, warning others not to trust her calls for help. But all of them couldn't resist, and they paid the price for their curiosity or lust. They'd disappear forever, leaving behind only rumors and fear. And so, the legend of the widow who preyed on the full moon night spread far and wide, a cautionary tale for those who dared to open their doors to strangers.
One full moon night, a widow prowls through the Village of Hunks, her predatory instincts sharpened by the darkness.
Approaching a mansion, she raps on the door, her delicate facade hiding her true intentions. "Please, open the door, I am a widow from the next village," she calls in her sweetest voice, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.
But as the moments tick by, there is no answer. Frustration boils within her, and she pounds on the door once more. "Why won't they open, there was no one in this world who didn't crack their doors wide open for me in my one call?" she growls, her patience wearing thin.
Finally, a voice from within cuts through the silence, sharp and dismissive. "What's the problem? Just fuck off already," it barks, sending a thrill of excitement down her spine.
Licking her lips, the widow's gaze hardens as she realizes the potential feast awaiting her. "Such a manly voice," she murmurs, her hunger rising. "He'll make a delicious meal." And with that, she prepares to unleash her true nature upon the unsuspecting inhabitant of the Village of Hunks.
As the widow pleads for entry, "Sir, please let me in, I am no one, but a widow, also alone," her voice as soft as silk.
the man's response is sharp and commanding, "you wench, get lost from here," he bellows, revealing an aura that both frightens and intrigues her.
"But Sir, I seek nothing, but shelter".... before she could complete her lie.
Also before she can react, someone pulled her inside, causing her knees to smart from the impact. "Ouch, my knees hurt, Sir," she protests, trying to regain her composure.
But the man's gaze pierces through her facade. "You dare to trespass in my domain, creature of the night?" he growls, his voice echoing with power.
Undeterred, the widow attempts to charm him with her words. "I am but a humble widow seeking shelter, won't you help this little fragile woman??" She insists, hoping to appeal to his sense of kindness.
Yet, the man remains resolute. "You may have fooled others with your charms, but I see through your facade," he declares, revealing a steely resolve.
The widow's eyes narrowed in response to the defiant voice from within. "What do you mean?" She muttered, her thoughts racing. "Does he know why I'm here? It doesn't matter. Human or werewolf, I will prevail in the end. My hunger will be sated with his flesh."
With a sinister grin, she steeled herself for the confrontation ahead. "Prepare yourself," she whispered to the closed door, her voice dripping with malice. "Tonight, you will become my prey, I shall fill my tummy with your flesh." And with that chilling declaration, she unleashed the full extent of her predatory instincts, ready to claim her next victim in the moonlit darkness.
In the dim lamplight, the widow could see the man's face clearly. Instead of fear, there was a sinister smirk playing on his lips. He licked his finger in a mocking gesture, his eyes gleaming with malicious amusement.
"You sly creature of the night," he taunted, his voice dripping with contempt. "Indeed, you are beautiful as they say, but you are also dumb."
A sense of dread washed over the widow as the man approached her, his movements calculated and predatory. Panic surged within her as she realized she couldn't move, as if she were paralyzed. "What!!! I can't move, why, am I paralysed??" Try as she might, not a single word escaped her lips, leaving her trapped in a prison of silence and fear.
"I spare you two options on the table, either you fill my tummy with your blood, or either I fill it, which one would you prefer, you, creature of the night??" He choked her neck, with his hand
"I am running out of breath, but I can't even speak anything, who is he?? Just who is he??" She was doomed.
"Ohh!! You can't speak, I see," he snapped his finger two times in the air, while his other hand was still choking her neck, ruthlessly.
"*Cough* *Cough* "Are you crazy, you fucking bastard?? *Cough* I was running out of breath, I could have died, *Cough*" she jerked his hand away from her neck, she was coughing badly.
"Stop beating around the bush, answer me, which one??" He sat beside him, resting his arm on his knee, just as if he owns the atmosphere.
"Of course, I will fill my tummy with your flesh," She smiled evilly, she attacked him, with her sharp dagger like nails.
To her astonishment, the man didn't even flinch as she lunged towards him. An evil smirk played across her lips as she mocked him, "you poor human being."
But to her bewilderment, there were no scars or marks on him, despite her vicious attacks. She launched herself at him again, this time with even greater force, only to be met with the same result. Again and again, she attacked with the speed of light, each strike more ferocious than the last, until finally, she found herself exhausted and defeated.
Meanwhile he kept sitting there, smiling sweetly, as if he was mocking her vain effects.
"Huh!! I am tired, I shall leave," she tried to play it cool, and slip away from there as soon as possible, when she realised he isn't just some poor human being, she opened the door.
"Where do you think you are leaving?? Choose one of the two options, either you fill my tummy with your blood, or I fill your tummy"...he grabbed her dragging her back by her waist.
"Of course you fill my tummy with your flesh, but I can't even, tch...leave it," she wasn't ready to accept her failure.
"Who said I will let you fill your tummy with my flesh??" He sniffed her neck like a dog.
"What do you mean, what do you want from me?" she pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation as she tried to loosen his grip from her wrist. But he only tightened his hold, his fingers digging into her skin like claws.
"Leave me be," she implored, her eyes searching for any sign of mercy. "I wish to go."
But he remained unmoved, his grip unyielding as he twisted her wrist with a cruel strength. Fear and pain mingled within her, but she refused to show weakness in the face of her captor.
Though battered and bruised, the widow's spirit remained unbroken. With each twist of her wrist, she vowed to endure, determined to escape the clutches of her mysterious adversary and reclaim her freedom once more.
"Are you dumb?? You sly creature of the night, I said either you fill my tummy with your blood or I fill your tummy"...with that he threw her on the mattress.
"Ughh!!" She groaned in pain, "I said I want you to fill my tummy, but who are you?? I shall feast on you. I can't win over you, just who the fuck are you??" she accepted her defeat.
The widow's eyes widened in horror as the man's sinister laughter filled the air, chilling her to the core. "Me?" he whispered, his voice echoing with demonic aura. But the man only laughed harder, his laughter echoing off the walls of the mansion like a sinister symphony. "I am half human and half vampire," he declared, his words dripping with malice. "And I wish to drink your blood."
Before she could react, he lunged forward, sinking his fangs into her neck with a savage hunger. Agony coursed through her veins as she felt the sharp sting of his bite, her blood pulsing beneath his ravenous touch.
In that moment, the widow knew that she was truly at the mercy of a creature more monstrous than she could have ever imagined. With each drop of blood that spilled from her veins, she felt her strength ebbing away, her fate sealed by the merciless embrace of her vampiric captor.
"Wa-wait," she smiled awkwardly, "wait, Sir, ohh!! No, I am in danger, my father used to say, half human and half vampire are more dangerous than the vampires of pure bloodline, and all the vampires the one with pure or half blood, are our nemesis, not even a single warewolf has survived from their attacks," she acted tough, "bu-but you said you were going to fill my tummy," she said rubbing her belly.
"Ohh!! That?? But I am not going to fill it with my flesh," he poked her belly with his index finger.
"The-then?? With what??" She searched for an answer in his eyes.
"With my semen," he smirked. "Want that??"
"N-no!!" She replied firmly, "I am not letting you ponder your filthy dick in my precious pussy, I despise you filthy vampires to my nerves," hatred was radiating all around the hut.
As the man began to greedily suck her blood, the widow's mind raced with terror. "Oh no," she thought, panic seizing her heart. "If he drains me completely, I'll die. He won't even leave a single drop."
Shivers of fear wracked her body as she realized the dire predicament she was in. "I've dug my own grave," she realized, despair washing over her like a tidal wave. "What shall I do?"
With each agonizing moment that passed, she felt her life force slipping away, consumed by the insatiable hunger of her vampiric assailant. Trapped in a nightmare from which she could not awaken, the widow could only pray for a miracle to save her from the clutches of death.
"I-I will let you fill my tummy with your semen, bu-but you must let me leave from here, alive, how is that??" She smiled through fear.
The widow's heart pounded with terror as the man's cruel words washed over her. "I shall fill you until you are full, until your precious cunt is torn apart," he hissed, his tongue tracing the path where he had sunk his fangs into her neck. Her blood dripped down, a crimson reminder of her impending doom.
Paralyzed with fear, the widow could only stay still helplessly. The world around her grew dimmer with each passing moment, her strength fading into oblivion.
As her vision blurred and darkness closed in, she knew that she was teetering on the brink of death. With her last ounce of strength, she silently prayed for a miracle, a flicker of hope in the face of overwhelming despair. But as the darkness claimed her, she knew that her fate was sealed, a victim of the merciless hunger of the half-human, half-vampire creature that had brought her to the edge of oblivion...