Life was not as disappointing as normal for the young woman named Eliza...<br/><br/>The mansion’s beds weren’t as filthy as Eliza first had thought. Most of her jobs had made her lie on her back on some hard cold forest floor with twigs trying to dig their way into her bottom. It wasn’t as if she ever expected something nice to be owned by the crooks she handed in, but a mansion the size of this one had not passed her mind. She had been more or less expecting a graveyard rather than a dusty old Victorian bed with flaking gilded poles and some ripped silken sheets. Nevertheless,  night fell slowly and her supposed ‘client’ was awaiting his dim-witted little whore in his bedroom.<br/><br/>She had not even finished that thought, when suddenly an impatient huffing was heard behind the door and mr Salvatore cracked it open, peering out into the corridor. She could see a hunger in his eyes that was not entirely devoted to the sweet smell of her warm blood. She knew how the way she dressed affected her so-called clients, and it was exactly the reason why she was so damn good in her job.<br/><br/>In the gloom of the dimmed lights in the mansion Eliza looked especially ravishing, with the candles throwing shadows that only seemed to accentuate her trussed up breasts. She was wearing an ill-fitting set of fabric that was hardly able to hold her curves together, a sight that even made the veteran vampire suck in his breath between his teeth. For a moment, Eliza could see the flickering light glisten on his canines but she casted her eyes downwards to play the perfect blushing virgin in order to succeed in her plan.<br/><br/>The girl looked amazing, there was nothing to be said about that. And as she shuffled forward into the room, she could feel the icy cold breath of the monster caress her creamy white skin in her neck. Apparently she needed to move fast, before this bozzo would blow his load without even touching her first. Rolling her eyes at the sight of the hastily made up bed, she strided forward like a kitten and crawled on all fours upon the dark purple silken sheets. Leaving the vampire to stare in disbelief at the willingness of his new victim, and a firmly throbbing member growing in his pants.<br/><br/>Looking over her shoulder to the vampire who was now eagerly moving forwards with his exposed cock in his hands, she moaned like a happy little whore. Her thoughts however were of a completely different kind. Tuning out of her life for a few seconds, she thought about how she ever ended up on all fours, about to be fucked by a vampire, who she would eventually kill on his moment supreme to cash the bounty on his head.<br/><br/>She fucking wished she knew, she wished she knew who she was, what she had done and how she had ended up here. Because, there was one thing the young elf did know about herself, apart from being the beautiful little whore-assassin she was, that she could not remember her life before that awful day a long, long time ago. But it did not matter now, did it?<br/><br/>And with a loud smack upon her exposed buttocks, she lost her train of thought and came back to the real world. With a huge purple throbbing cock prodding against her winking pink lips between her legs. At least he had no patience, that would mean she would be done soon enough, when she felt his fingers wettened with thick saliva sliding inside of her tight little cunt.<br/><br/>Already she could feel the anticipation of shoving her pure silver poisonousness hair pins inside of the horny old monsters neck and heart. If there was anything that could get her to feign excitement more then this, she was happy to find out what. Until that time, she gritted her teeth and felt the thick bulbous cock pop inside of her tight cunt as the vampire started to fuck her slender frame with his nails digging into her sides.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>