Eternal Hunger

Elara had looked twenty-five for over a century. Her secret was simple and absolute: only the life force of young men kept her that way. The moment a hard cock pushed inside her wet cunt, she felt it—warm, golden energy flooding into her, tightening her skin, brightening her eyes, filling her with vitality. Without it, the years would claim her within days. Tonight she chose carefully. The club was dim, pulsing with music. She spotted him near the bar: early twenties, athletic, still glowing with unused years. She approached with a slow smile, let her fingers brush his arm, and whispered an invitation. Twenty minutes later they were in her apartment. She pushed him onto the bed and straddled him, already soaked. No preamble. She guided his thick cock to her entrance and sank down in one smooth motion. The second he filled her, the transfer began. Pleasure and power hit her at once. Her walls clenched greedily around him as she rode, grinding her clit against his pelvis, taking every inch. He groaned, gripping her hips, thrusting up to meet her. She felt the energy leave him—heat draining from his body into hers. Her skin flushed, nipples hardened, every nerve alive. She came hard, crying out, her cunt milking him as the first wave of his youth poured into her. He gasped, suddenly weaker, but she kept moving, chasing more. “Don’t stop,” she ordered, voice husky with hunger. She leaned forward, breasts brushing his chest, and rode him faster, deeper. Another orgasm ripped through her. She felt him pulse and empty inside her, the final rush of life force flooding her core. His face had gone pale; his arms fell limp. Elara stayed seated on him a moment longer, savoring the fullness, the renewed youth singing in her blood. Then she rose, wiped herself clean, and looked down at the exhausted young man. He would recover in a few days, weaker but alive. She would not. She walked to the mirror. The woman staring back was radiant, skin flawless, eyes bright. The hunger was already returning, soft and insistent. Tomorrow night she would need another. The eternal price of her beauty was simple: she would never stop taking.