drops of your sweetheart and even show humanity, allowing him to rest in peace. How do you like this idea?

She only for a moment imagined that Pasha was no more, and her throat was immediately squeezed by a treacherous spasm. Tears literally splashed out of my eyes:

- No, thanks! - Inga howled on one shrill note. - For God's sake, do not touch! Dont kill!!! Anything with me ... - she choked on a breath, coughing, - ... it is not necessary !!!

- Wow, how are you killed, already envy takes, - the vampire purred, wondering something in his mind. - Maybe then we will play with you, since you want to save your dear boyfriend.

- BUT? - the girl threw up. The tear-stained face lit up so clearly with the hope that he barely resisted the temptation, so as not to change his mind. - Play? What? I agree, let's play! Only, suddenly I do not know the rules, - Inga belatedly downcast. If you roll down and grab the razor.

“You know, darling,” the vampire extended melodiously, moving very close and hanging over Inga. - This game all since childhood know. I drive you hiding. Your friend will be at stake. You can take cover from me - yours took it. Well, if I find, do not claim, blame yourself. - She seemed fascinated watching the movements of his beautiful bloodied lips. “One, two, three, four, five,” the vampire purred in a chant, “I'll go out looking for you.” - Right before her eyes, a man's mouth slowly grinned, exposing the fangs' tips crawling on his lower lip. Inga was numb, and the torturer leaned forward, leaning toward her ear: “Your scent awakens in me a brutal appetite.” Only at the thought of rushing in your footsteps soon, I’m trembling in sweet anticipation.

From the predatory whispering whisper in her ear, Ingu shuddered. There was only one thought in her head: could she knock the ghoul off the trail so that she could come back and pull out Pasha, lying unconscious? If only I had the strength to raise the body from the dungeon ...

The vampire followed her gaze and grinned:

- I see, darling, that he confuses you. - Inga shuddered, staring in fright at Paul. - Frankly, his helplessness leads to temptation, but I think I can fix it.

The vampire rose, turned to the glacier, and not without effort pushed back the stone cover. Then he picked up the body of a guy and put it in a stone box. A slab with a hollow screech fell into place.

“He ... he will suffocate there,” Inga murmured with disobedient lips.

“Well, the more excitement the game will bring,” the bloodsucker flashed his eyes, turning to the victim. - I will count to one hundred, and you run and hide. - In the twilight, she was able to see her shorts and reached for her clothes. He beat her: - I'll leave it at home. There will be something to amuse myself before I go hunting. I started the bill, - he pressed her things to his face, inhaled the smell of women's rags and licked his lips. - One, two, three, four, five...

4.

Stumbling several times on collapsed steps, Inga, frantic with fear, escaped from the dungeon. The nightly coolness had bare legs, but she didn’t even notice the temperature difference. Where should she run, where can she hide herself ?! Soon her time will expire and, once a man, the beast will set off after her in pursuit.

“Cemetery!” Thought flashed. Pasha said there was even a chapel. May the long-consecrated land help her to hide. Inga got out of the ravine and rushed off at full speed. Thanks to the moon and bright stars that had risen, one could at least see something in front of him. Under the soles of the spring litter forest, young shoots scratched and slashed at the feet. Gnarled roots, as if specially, set footboards, and thin branches clung to and torn the girl's hair. Very soon, Inge had to slow down - she strongly grabbed her side from running, she began to choke ...

In the meantime, he finished the counting and, leaving the frivolous girl's rags on the glacier's lid, slowly rose to the surface. His own clothes had long been rotten, and he wore what he borrowed from suitable victims. The last time a company of young, well-equipped fishermen turned up quite successfully.Guys pretty plucked up, and he snagged things without even resorting to force.

Today is a truly wonderful night, so he inhales the aromas poured over the earth with special greed. The stupefying, invisible trail of a young body soaked with the lively passion will drive him tirelessly through the dense darkness until such a desired sacrifice gets crowded in the grip of icy hands.

“One, two, three, four, five,” the vampire sang to himself in a low voice. As if savoring, his tongue fluttered to the sky. - I came out to look for you. How many, darling, do not hide, do not run away from me ...

He easily followed her trail, instinct led unmistakably, quickly reducing the distance between the pursuer and the victim. If the girl doesn’t do anything to knock him down, he grabs her even earlier than he thought. Traces at first led to the cemetery, but then began to deviate to the right, leading away from the old graves. Ghoul grinned: if she planned to try her luck on the consecrated land, she clearly did not calculate her strength and lost her course. I wonder how quickly she will understand, then she is dodging circles?

Inga realized that she was lost. No matter how much she looked into the thick twilight, she never found the grave crosses. Moreover, she was no longer sure which side the estate’s ruins were left with. Poor Pasha, how is he there? If only the ghoul did nothing to him ...

Hiding behind the barrel, the girl tried to regain her breath. I wonder if she managed to make a little break away? Pulling off her jacket, she tied the sleeves around her waist to at least partially cover the nudity. I pulled them with Pasha to look for devilish adventures, I didn’t want to pick them up. Tumbling would be on the couch now and did not know grief. No, you need to somehow get out of this scrape.

Right in front of her in the bushes something rustled. Inga stared at the sound, getting exactly like a cat. Whatever it is, it's dangerous to sit here. It seemed to her that a shadow flashed in the thickets. She rushed over the tree trunk and flew straight into the arms of the ghoul. The trap slammed shut, Inga froze in the grip of his embrace.

“Just think, the trick is old, and you are caught like a child,” pressing the girl against the trunk, the vampire presented a handful of acorns on her palm. - You really did not hide, I did not even play enough. Although, having caught her chin, the predator looked into the girl's eyes, maybe you arrogantly decided that you could entertain me in another way? - Inga just swallowed. He was too close, if he decided to dig his throat, she did not have time to peep. The cold fingers of the vampire dived under the vest, the palms of her hands stroked the girls' sides: “You burn your hands, so the blood boils in you.” Let me have a look at myself ...

Inga screamed and began to fight back when he smashed her t-shirt with a bang. Threshing fists only provoked the vampire. Having twisted the girl's hands behind his back with what was left of the clothes, he not without pleasure threw her to the ground. The golden moon gave enough light so that you could see in detail all the seductive curves of the trembling body prostrated before it. She lies arched, which is why the resilient, poured breasts slightly fell apart, pulling up her hardened nipples on cringing dark halos. Under the arcs of heaving ribs, a hollow, soft belly with a beautiful navel hollow flutters.

Easily coping with the knot on the girl's waist, the vampire bared his entire booty.

“I got a tidbit,” the bloodsucker purred, drawing a longitudinal line from her jugular fossa to her navel with his fingers. - Straight drooling, so I want to bite you. - His finger continued to draw on her skin, circling the roundness of the breasts. - What do you say if I try you out here right now? - He snapped her fingernail on the nipple. Inga flinch and, with a quiet whine, shook her head. - Do not want? - done upset ghoul. “Although your truth is, there are no large vessels here.” Unless your nipples will contribute to the inflow of blood to another place, - the finger tangled noticeably from the navel down, slid off the hill of Venus and pushed into a slippery vagina. She squeaked and squeezed, even her eyes shut. “For me, this is the ideal option,” he grinned, “and the arteries of the thighs will be easy to reach.”

Inga was dizzy, she suddenly clearly felt the closeness of his death. Burning tears rolled down his temples like a hail, running into his ears, his throat was torn with sobs.She rushed, shuddering, and howled, not wanting to put up with the coming outcome.

He leaned on her, pressed to the ground, his tongue wiped the salty path from his temple. His knees widely spread weakened hips, pressed his groin into her hot crotch. Resisting his thirst is higher than his strength, but he is quite capable of diluting her pain with ecstasy. Although it is hardly possible to dub this dubious act with compassion, rather, he is closer to crocodile tears. Well, so be it, but his hands still remember how to make living flesh tremble.

Why does he torment her? Why suddenly began to gently touch her body? Is he not going to put her fangs in her throat? Why then caress her mouth with her lips, walk her wet tongue down her neck and collarbone? Why do cool palms squeeze the hillocks of the breasts so sensually and stir the nipples?

Having caused his legs to spread wide, the vampire rubbed his lower abdomen into her crevice. Under the canopy of the night forest, his tremors forced an ancient desire to wake up in Inga. The agony of ecstasy, the ecstasy of agony - the two poles of the path leading to the knowledge of bliss. The rage of the predator made the flesh rise, and he drove the cool shaft into her hot vagina. Fangs pierced the skin, entered the muscles, the salty taste of her life spread over her tongue. He feels the sweet pulse of her gut and heart pounding in a passionate race.

Drawing pain mixed in Inga's body with the euphoria of passion. She wheezed, choked, and her vagina in ecstasy rang from animal delight. He thrust with flesh with such greediness, as if he wanted to pierce through it. It seemed to her that it was infinitely long. Then the stars whirled in a mad dance, fireworks flashed before my eyes. The gut suddenly sounded sharply and collapsed, piercing the whole body with sweet pain. Inga disappeared, disappearing into oblivion.

6.

When, waking up, he found that he was lying in darkness on a cold stone, his sticky sweat broke out. His head was splitting, his neck was sore and sore. Fingers, searching the darkness, from all sides felt only a stone. Is he in the grave ?! He was covered with panic ...

So, stop, calmly ... Pavel still managed to pull himself together and began to reason: they went down to the dungeon, there were glaciers ... it looks like he is in one of them now. He fucked Inga, when someone attacked from behind, then he lost consciousness.

- Inga! He called. No one responded. We need to get out of here, it is unlikely that someone will glance here in the near future. If only he had not been immured ...

The slab was heavy, plus something was obviously piled on top. He almost burst out from the strain, but the lid still yielded. Another effort, and the load inexplicably fell, it became easier. A jerk, and air rushed in. He was so happy as if he had been resurrected.

Throwing his leg over the edge of the glacier, Paul suddenly realized that he had stepped on something ... a body ?! Almost falling out, he rushed to feel the find in the dark under a deafening battle of his own pulse. Thin hands, familiar bends. There can be no mistake, Inga lay at the glacier. Life was still quietly beating in her ...