Succubus

He was broken, and she found that irresistible. Poor baby, evicted from his parents’ basement, rejected by another girl, blowing his money on beer. Delectable.

He always wore a leopard print bandana. Big tough guy, great pecs. She’d seen him grind against girls in clubs, conquer them later in the alley. His reasoning? He deserved a little treat.

She approached him, looking helpless. Grinning, he seized her. They disappeared into the alley.

Ten minutes later, she emerged with a distended belly, wiping the blood off her lips with a leopard print bandana. I deserve a little treat too, she thought.