The Reaper’s knees started to buckle as his energy was drained from him.

Drasas smashed the Reaper to the floor, and instinct made her rip at his throat. She drank from him, strong blood like she hadn’t experienced before.

“No, you can’t—” He gurgled as blood flowed from his neck.

“Drasas, enough.”

But Drasas could hardly hear her. She was high on the energy she felt and the rich blood. She was then pulled back by a force at her back. Drasas landed on her backside, and Anka stood over her.

“Stop when I tell you to, Vampire. Stand up.”

Drasas jumped up. She had never felt this good in her life. Wearing this ring and drinking from such a powerful paranormal bathed her in a sensation of ecstasy. She wiped the dripping blood from her mouth and saw that it was black, not red.

Anka must have noticed her surprise, because she said, “Reaper’s blood always runs black, the colour of death. It’s much richer than human blood.”

Drasas licked it from her fingers. Her breathing was heavy, and all she wanted to do was to have Anka touch her.

Anka beckoned her with a crooked finger.

“Did I do well, Madam?” Drasas asked.

Anka grinned. “You did very well, Drasas.”

Drasas felt the ring fly off her finger and rest back on its owner’s. She felt its loss but was still on a high, and a sexual high at that.

Anka turned her around, and with her palm pushed her back against the wall of the shack. She scratched her nails down Drasas’s T-shirt and put her lips close to Drasas’s. “How did that feel, Vampire?”

“Like nothing I’ve ever experienced, Madam.” Drasas moaned, and the heavy beat inside her increased tenfold when Anka teased her belt. “Please, Madam?”

Anka grinned and palmed Drasas’s crotch. “Please what, Vampire?”

Drasas felt a white-hot heat radiate through her trousers and surge into and around her sex. She pushed back against the wall, as all of her sex was stimulated. Under her clit, she felt incredibly full, and Anka wasn’t even touching her directly. “Fuck,” Drasas said as she began to thrust her hips in time with the stimulation.

Anka whispered in her ear, “The power you felt there, as you drained and killed the Reaper, is nothing to what is coming, so keep following my orders, and I will give you exactly what you need.”

Drasas was starting to lose control at the exquisite pleasure built with Anka’s stimulation and words. “Yes, I want it,” Drasas groaned. She tried to touch and kiss Anka, but Anka’s hand went gently around Drasas’s throat to push her back.

“Uh-uh, Vampire. You can’t touch me yet. You have still a lot of service to do for me.”