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Again and again she came. She quivered. She screamed. She screamed, sometimes in pleasure and occasionally in frustration -- no mortal had ever made her feel this way.

Then, she felt the tell tale signs. The quickening. The lower grunts. The pulses of his hardness deep inside her. And for her -- the transference of a soul. Finally, the lumbering beast of a man came inside her. She smiled triumphantly, evilly. He came, and came, and came -- he filled her and covered her. He kept cumming, withering away. He was convulsing now, his skin going taut and then ripping and then blowing away as dust.

Before her, lay only his remains.

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She stood and recounted the words in the Old Tongue. The incantation to seal in the essence, to nourish her and give her strength for weeks -- months, maybe, with this one -- to come. Finally, she was empowered. She rested triumphantly -- another successful hunt, and what a reward. She licked her lips, and made no motion to clean the former man's cum from her insides. That was her battle trophy. She stood, finally, and walked away into the darkness.

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Emerging once more into the castle proper -- because she had taken him into a twisted corridor that existed not quite in the real world -- and she composed herself. Whoops! She had lighted her skin and clothed herself again, but _she_ was not fully put away. But she had had quite a night, and she did not rest being shoved below the surface once more. There. She was herself again.

Sort of. In a way. They were always both there, both watching.

Always hunting.