Jamie could feel the pressure building up and up, until, as the last drop of her blood slipped down his throat, he exploded inside her, as though to fill her back up again. Mouth still locked around her cooling breast, he grunted against her flesh, feel rejuvenated. He came and came, staining the already-damp bed with their fluids. When it was over, he collapsed on top of her, breathing hard and listening to her empty heart beat its last. This had been a feast! He could only hope that the next night would be just as fulfilling!<br/><br/>He got up, pulling his pants back up over his dripping crotch and staring down at her defiled body, his pinkish cum seeping out of her. She was all used up, no longer the virtuous living beauty, now little more than a corpse. Fully clothed, he stood on the sill, looking in one last time, taking in the scent of sex and blood, before disappearing into the night - a wolf amongst sheep - to do whatever his black heart desired, empowered by the death of one of humanity's lost treasures.