*Warning: Before we continue, if you're not at the age to read about sex or if you can't handle it, please exit this story* 


He thrust into the female with an alarmingly fast pace as she tried to match him. After a few attempts, she surrendered into the relentless pounding she was subjected to, moaning loudly and wantonly. 

"Sasuke," she managed to gasp out, her nails digging into his broad back. 

The said male didn't respond to her, his eyebrows furrowed with a deep concentration on trying to reach climax and strands of jet black hair were stuck to various areas of his face, his grip around her thighs tightening. 

"I'm g-gonna-," she broke off and moaned. She could feel the familiar tightening in the area below her stomach, becoming even more tighter and- 

The back of her head sunk deeper in her pillow if possible, her eyes closed with her mouth open in a silent scream as she felt the sensation explode within her, her walls clamping around him. 

That was all it took for the man to follow shortly after, uttering a satisfied groan. However, he was not finished with her. He continued to move in and out, ignoring the woman's tired cries of wanting him to cease at once. 

The slickness and tightness that surrounded him kept him going. He craved; no, needed it. Orgasm after orgasm the man enjoyably had; the woman, unwillingly. 

"Sasuke, stop! I'm tired," she whimpered. Her request was ignored, her pleasure turning to exhaustion and then pain when he roughly rammed into her. 

After many hours later, he collapsed next to her unconscious body and the smell of harsh sex and tangy sweat had replaced the once fresh air. He was satiated now that he had his fill, but he knew he would need someone else again to replace her after he had one more little thing to do... 

He sat up on the bed, evening out his breathing before he got on top of her body, his legs straddling her hips. He raised his hand and slapped her cheek firmly. 

This got the woman to mumble incoherent words and he repeated the same action, eliciting a reaction from her this time. Her eyelashes fluttered as she tried to recall how she ended up here before realizing the man named Sasuke, the man she just met tonight, was on top of her, staring eerily at her. It was almost as if his eyes were... blood red.  

"Sayoko," he purred seductively to her, tracing his finger on her jawline. He licked his lips when he began to touch the outline of her lips. 

"Y-yes?" she stuttered. The area between her legs was starting to become a bit heated from the look he was sending her as well as sore, even painful. She winced uncomfortably. 

"It seems you're not the one," he paused in his caressing, before he continued saying, "It seems you're not the one I hold a connection with." 

"What do you mean? I'm not the one?" she stared confusedly at the devilishly handsome man.  

"Indeed, I've said you're not the one, dear sweet Sayoko. With pleasure comes pain. I have given you pleasure, and now I will deal you pain." He suddenly grabbed ahold of her wrists and held them above her head, causing her to yelp out of fear. 

Sasuke leaned forward until his lips barely grazed hers and he stared into her frightened eyes. The iris of his eyes turned red and he sealed the deal, firmly pressing his lips on hers. 

She started to struggle when she felt him suck the air out of her. No, it wasn't air. It was her life, her soul, the very essence that comprised wholly of her. She tried to scream for help, for anyone to come to her rescue. She felt her energy draining and couldn't escape, not with his overpowering strength.  

The very last of her soul had entered him and he felt more bloated than ever. "Delicious, although I've had better," he muttered to himself. 

He smirked evilly down at her. "Dead and beautiful, just like Hell," he said softly to her, feeling the lifeless strands of her hair. 

"I believe it's time to retire for the night... I think I'll sleep right here, right next to you Sayoko. How about that?"  

As he laid down next to her and shut his eyes, he thought to himself, I can't wait for tomorrow's meal. 

For he was an Incubus, a demon who was a glutton for sex and life.