His red eyes glimmered through the dark gaps of the ruin walls. The room was dark, illuminated by a few torches from the metal sconces.

“Why are you hiding?” she said, extending her hand into the gap. “Come here.”

“Because you smell different. Intoxicating. I will defile you if I touch you,” he replied, his voice was a heavy rasp, almost gurgling.

“No you will not.” She undressed herself and knelt before the crack in the walls, the stones cold on her skin. “I am here to accept you. To have you enter me.”

“I never asked for a sacrifice from the village. Yet year after year they send me a woman. I always send them away.”

“They never came back.”

“That is not my problem.”

“But what if I want to stay here?” She reached into the walls, trying to get a hold of him. “What if I want your seed inside me?”

“You will die. My powers are ancient. Dark.”

“I have nothing left,” she said, not giving up. “And I know I can take it. Because I want to destroy that village.”

The red eyes turned to her.

“Why?”

“Do you know? They violate every woman before sending them here. A cruel, horrible, evil ritual. They take turns, saying their seeds inside her are their offering to you. It wasn’t me who they sent to you this year. It was my sister. But she died. She killed herself as soon as they left her alone to walk up here. I was following her, but I couldn’t stop her.”

“Is that why you smell of blood?”

“Most definitely. So help me. Fill me. Kill me. Or let me get my vengeance.”

Suddenly a big hand grabbed hers and pulled her through the crack. She fell on a hard, broad chest. She ran her hand along, surprised to find that it was human skin and muscles. She looked up to his face and red eyes, and found that he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen.

His fingers tangled in her hair as he crushed his mouth against hers, a desperate claim that tasted of centuries of loneliness. She responded with equal hunger, her nails digging into his shoulders, pulling him closer until there was no space between their bodies.

The stone walls of his lair seemed to pulse with their combined heat.

“Then you shall have my seed,” he ran his fangs along her throat, against her lips, his voice vibrating through her. “And I shall have your vengeance.”

His mouth traveled down her neck, teeth scraping against her pulse point. “You smell of death and determination,” he murmured, his hands exploring every curve of her body with practiced expertise. “A potent combination.”

He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pushed her against the wall.

His laughter was dark and rich as he positioned himself between her thighs. “Oh, fiery woman, receive my gift.” He thrust into her with a force that stole her breath, filling her completely with his hard cock.

His thrusts were fierce and primal. She met his intensity with her own, their bodies slick with sweat as they moved together in a violent rhythm. The stone walls echoed with their cries, a symphony of ecstasy.

As he fastened his thrusts, the pleasure built to an unbearable peak, she felt something shifting inside her as she screamed from her orgasm. His seed flooded her, hot and endless, dripping down her legs.

She could feel the surge of power, ancient and terrible, stirring inside her. The hot, searing heat burned her blood, replacing it with something more dark.

He caught her lips, holding her close as their bodies trembled with release, his red eyes glowing with an inner fire. “You,” he said, his fingers tangling in her hair again, “will lay waste on your village.”