None of them were supposed to come down this far. But, like the others, she had found her way. And so I took her. Over her shoulder, eyes flashed as I shredded her clothes. At first she tried to scream, but when her lips parted, only moans tore free. Wetness. Slippery warmth slid along me as I pierced her clenching depths. My hands clasped the heated cones atop her heaving alabaster chest. Tight, searing rubber stubs twisted in my fingertips. The echoing moans became hungry cries. How her clawed fingers scratched at the raw stone far beneath the castle.

“Come for me, my little princess,” I whispered into her heated ear.

And she did; aching pleasure took her groans to piercing screams that resounded into the darkness when I pumped her full. After crumpling to the wall, still clamping my draining fullness, her quaking arms twisted to run shaky fingers through my bristly hair.

“Was that what you sought?” I whispered.

Dark eyes gleamed at me through the long, disheveled golden tresses plastered to her sweat-slick back. As she strove for air, she nodded, the tiniest dribble sliding from her shiny lips.

“Send another,” I said as I dragged my fingers along her small ribcage. The youngest were the best; they would return for many years to come. Like her mother. And her mother before her.

Once more she nodded before a long gasp leaked from her panting mouth; twitching flesh slipped from her, unleashing my essence to swirl down her shaking, pale legs.