Lustful addictions

It's a warm, beautiful night. The stars gleam down on the otherwise gloomy streets, seeming to light the way for Layne as she stalked her morning snack.
She woke up ravenous every night, with no release.
Sometimes it took 2 or 3 grown men to hold her over for a couple hours.
She walked around naked, open to the influences of the minds around her.
Somebody wanted someone, wanted this someone really badly.
Layne took on the wanted one's form, her outer appearance becoming clothed in the memories and lusts she felt.
There are a few bums and other vagabonds out and about, so she wasn't sure who's fantasy she was wearing, but the sudden gasp to her right revealed him as plain as day.
Sa...Sa...Sarah!
She turned and smiled demurely at a bum that smelled of week old fish.
There you are Robert, I have missed you.
She spoke the words in a voice that came from Robert's memories of Sarah.
How are you alive? This can't be real!
Layne put her finger over the guys lips, hissing.
To Robert, the hissing sounded like a light shushing sound, and he wanted his love to be alive again, so he didn't question it any further.
Such cattle! Humans only see what they want to see, it's not even a game to her anymore, it has become so easy.
She followed him back to his meager sleeping bag, laid out on the sidewalk, against a grimy old building.
Sitting down next to him, she began caressing the flesh on his arm, leaning in to lick lightly across his jawline.
Sarah! The man sighed, leaning back and closing his eyes, running his hands through her 'hair.'
Layne's transformation is not physical, but mental. People see what they want to see.
It's such a powerful suggestion, that they actually imagine they feel the soft skin, the hair. But they are really touching a skin that is like an amphibian's and Layne never could grow hair in the way a human has.
She moaned as his hands found their way to other more intimate parts of her body.
She craved the touch, the sex, just as much as she craved the life force that flowed in the blood.
She does not need blood in the sense that a Vampire must drink blood to live. She needs something that is in the blood, the actual life force behind the red fluid.
She can bring the life force into the blood through sex.
Other forms of excitement can do this same function, but sex was Layne's craving.
She never got enough of the way a human male could pound her into oblivion, only caring of his own needs.
She needed it right now, she couldn't wait.
She tore his shirt open, biting her way down his chest, and over his pants, feeling his instant erection at the sensation.
She tore the fly to his jeans open, and was pleased to see his cock was long, and thick.
She ran her inhumanly long tongue over her jagged fangs, and took him into her mouth, just a small taste.
His hands once again went to the imaginary hair at her head, and she wished that she could feel him pulling on it the way he did.
She didn't wish for long though, she pulled her mouth off of him and thrust herself down, wrapping her body around that glorious peace of meat.
The rush of feelings made her cry out, and she felt the want and needs of other bums sitting along the street around them.
She thrust herself down as hard and fast as she could, riding Robert hard.
But she did not feed just yet. The men watching had thoughts of joining in the fun, weather she wanted it or not, and that thought sent little jolts of electric pleasure down her body.
Finally, as she continued simply pumping Robert's cock for all it was worth, another bum did get up, and came from behind her, his hands roughly grabbing her breasts, and painfully squeezing her nipples.
She pulled away from him, pretending to be a frightened young woman, still able to keep the guise of being the Sarah that only Robert sees.
The man behind her liked that she pulled away, he enjoys forcing himself on women, and feeling that in him only excites Layne more.
He pulls his hard Dick out, and shoves it full force into what he thinks is her asshole.
Layne's body ripples with the pleasure of two huge cocks inside of her Pussie, pumping away in the same, urgent rhythm.
Robert cums, his hot sperm coating the other bum's hard prick, causing it to slip and slide along Layne's velvety hole.
All this time, Robert still has not noticed the man behind her, and the continues thrusting makes him hard all over again.
Layne bite into his neck, causing him to bleed into her mouth, her fangs do the job of filtering out the life force as they fuck eatchother.
When Robert is completely drained of sperm and blood, Layne pulls herself up and off of both cocks, turning on the man behind her.
He smacks her across the face, Don't look at me bitch! He spits at her.
He forces her head to the side, his hands bruising her thighs as he pulls her legs apart, and drives his cock into her as hard as he can, wanting to hurt her with it.
Layne makes him think that is did hurt, but she loves every moment.
He grabs her by the hips, pulling her as hard as he injects her with his sperm.
He would have cried out his release, but Layne took that very moment of bliss, and tore his throat out with her fangs, feeding on him even bloodier than she had fed from Robert.
She stayed in between the two corpses for a little while longer, just enjoying the feel of their dead flesh, waiting for what she could feel was about to happen.
3 other men who had witnessed the whole thing all came at her at once, each pulling her, making it so that she could not fight back, if she really wanted to.
Before she could say a word, one of them laid down, while the other 2 pushed her onto his erection. As soon as he was completely inside of her, another one entered her from behind, and then the third grabbed her by the back of her head, forcing his cock into her mouth.
They moved as if they had experience in gang banging with eatchother, getting an amazing rhythm between them, pushing and pulling Layne's body so that she never had to move an inch on her own.
As they abused her, she fed, but letting them have the control meant that she did not kill them right away.
The pain she caused their bodies only caused them to pound her harder.
The man in her mouth spasmed a couple times before shooting his load all over her face.
Her long tongue wrapped around the base of his cock, and pulled him back into her mouth, grinding her fangs over the softening flesh, making him scream.
She drank him dry through his cock as the others continued their joined rape.
As the one body fell over dead, she moved right along to the one under her, feeding from him easily, with one left pumping ontop of her.
When he finally finished, and pulled off, he noticed his buddies dead, the shock frozen on his face as Layne quickly stabbed him in the chest, slowly licking the blood that trickled from the wound.
She is not satiated. She still hungers for more.
She hungers for someone even more brutal then the last one.
Her mind seeks a predator, and it does not take her long to find him.
A big muscular man, with a fetish for pre-teen girls, is sitting in a parked van that Layne could feel had already been used for his sick fantasies.
The visions in his head of a hairless, flat chested almost child take over Layne's appearance, and she acts the part just as he most hungers for her.
She skips up to him, and puts her hands behind her back, slightly tilting to one side as she looks at him, What are you doing mister?
His smile would frighten any young thing away, but Layne acted as sweet as possible, to lure him in.
He didn't answer her, his just wore the eerie smile as he grabbed her by the arm, and pulled her inside of the van.
As he pushed her down to the grimy floor, he asked her, What are you doing talking to strangers little girl? didn't your mommy ever tell you talking to strangers can get you hurt?
Layne only looked up at him with the illusion of a scared child's eyes.
It didn't matter, the man was already ripping off a doll dress that only he saw on her.
He bit her on the side, hard enough to draw blood, and slapped her the same way the man before had slapped her.
She always enjoyed the abuse a brutal man could give her.
She pretended to cry, knowing that it would cause the man above her to go into a frenzy of lust, and it worked.
He pawed and bit her in haste, barely able to unzip his jeans in time to assault her cunt with his huge dick.
In his mind he had just broken the maiden head of a child, and he felt her blood cover his shaft, slicking it over so he could thrust more freely into her, over and over again.
The shocks on the van squeaked and moaned with the rapid movements of the violent rape.
As hard as he pounded into her, it was still not as fierce as Layne's fangs, she bit into his shoulder, drinking his essence as she finally orgasm, both bodies quaking in pleasure and pain.
Layne left him in his van, not even bothering to cover her inhuman appearance, as she made her way back to her temporary dwelling.
She lounged in the small bit of sunlight coming through the motel curtains, knowing that she will be hungry again in an hour.
Layne loved being a succubi, She enjoyed the taste of male flesh.
What she hated was the curse that made her hunger for it, starve for it.
She wanted to be the one in control of her hungers, but she was not.
If she didn't feed again, in an hour, the famishment would surely kill her.
And having to kill such a large number to keep herself alive, she could never settle in one place for very long. Her body count was just too high.
She fell into a fitful sleep.