o sweet," she muttered. "So sweet like this."
Something delicate scratched the back of his neck and then, plunged through the flesh and into his spine! Immediately, the pain vanished with a spreading hot-cold sensation that flowed down his back and arms.
His eyes flew open and met hers, which had widened into pale, yellow saucers. Her lips had peeled back, exposing teeth that weren't teeth anymore, but curved, grooved needles.
"So very, very sweet..." she hissed through those teeth and smiled too wide.
Her arms, long thin and bony, covered with deep grooves and tipped with cabled fingers, wrapped around his torso and pulled him closer. Beneath the poison spreading through him, the cinnamon sweet paralysis, he felt his orgasm rush through everything and his breath rattled through his throat and his hips and legs shook. It was the absolute greatest orgasm he had ever had and he knew it, as he also knew that another pair of hands had sprouted from her leathery chest and buried themselves deep into his abdomen. He came and he came and he came for eternity, and his vision turned dark watching her flashlight eyes stare unblinking at him and her arms stuff viscera into her mouth.
"Would you prefer the veal Parmesan or chicken breast?" asked the stewardess.
The pretty, slightly-overweight brunette looked up at her and smiled. "Thank you, but I'd rather not," she said. "I've already eaten."
