Veiled in the shadows they wait in anticipation, darkness revealing their true nature. Turned by Izzy many centuries ago, they’ve perfected this dance. 

“Ready, pumpkin?” O’Neill whispers teasingly.

Izzy hips undulating as she glides past him, eyes on the prize. She knows his desires and needs. Alabaster skin, contrasts against her ebony. Soft blonde hair mixed with her dark tresses. Hot cunt or hard cock they will devour together. 

Teeth bared and ready to pounce. The prize has no idea that he is to be their feast. Hunted and pleasured, brought to ecstasy, and then pain...an ending of eternal hunger.