The woman didn’t hear the banshee’s cries creeping into their home even though his touches grew colder. But sometimes the heart is deaf. 

Now she sat alone, sobbing. The candle’s flame extinguished beside their broken marriage bed. 

It wasn’t that he didn’t love his wife, but the banshee wailed of lust, and promised fresh pussy to taste. Her voice sparked a restless bone, and his cock fattened.

Her cum was oh so sweet on his tongue, but soon turned bitter in his belly. He realized too late the banshee had led him to a death of a different sort.