The woman rode on Night Owl, swaying her voluptuous hips, a blend of agony and pleasure intertwined in Night Owl's eyes, tormenting him.
"Ah..."
The woman let out a cry, her whole body seemed to have been drained of bones, collapsed weakly on Night Owl.
"...You men are all the same, saying no, yet still getting hard..."
The woman caught her breath for a moment, raised her head, and smiled at him, her smile carrying a hint of pride and a touch of disdain.
*****
"Hypocrite, didn't you just climax too..."
Suddenly, Night Owl bit into the woman's throat, like a ferocious wolf, biting through the prey's fatal point.
Blood spurted out, painting Night Owl's eyes red, the woman was held by sharp teeth, unable to even scream for help.
She looked at the man in horror, his legs paralyzed, hands tightly handcuffed to the bedhead, unable to move.
Unexpectedly, the seemingly harmless man in her eyes suddenly revealed sharp teeth, giving her a fatal blow.
