Page 10 of Mortal Sins


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let Snod take off his shirt, sighing as Snod’s trembling fingers traced over his bare skin.

The vampire’s body was a smooth sea of white, its perfection occasionally interrupted by little

freckles and moles. His body was sculpted perfection, tangling himself around Snod and letting their

bodies press together.

“And what about...” Snod didn’t even finish the sentence before the vampire had a few condoms and a

small packet of lube in his hand.

“I was headed out on a date with a really nice guy,” the vampire explained with a faint smile. “I was

expecting it to go well.”

“That’s why you left the bar early.”

“Yes, stalky stalk, that’s why I left early,” the vampire groaned. “Wow, you’re so romantic.”

“Shut up.”

The vampire rolled his eyes, appearing surprisingly human.

“Well, let’s get going,” Snod said stubbornly. His nerves were getting to him, and he didn’t know how

much longer he could last with the vampire’s firm ass pressing down on his dick.

“Slow your roll, Casanova,” the vampire griped. “You can’t just flick a switch, okay?”

“Tell me what to do,” Snod said, a frustrated growl tainting his tone.

“Have you ever even kissed someone?”

Snod didn’t answer.

“We’re going to take this one step at a time.” The vampire cradled Snod’s face, his cool touch

soothing to his overheated flesh. He pressed close, his nose lightly bumping Snod’s cheek. The

vampire’s eyes were so bright as they gazed into his. “Do everything I tell you, listen to my voice...

and I will make this so good for you. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes.” Snod’s palms were sweating, the anticipation making his pulse race and skip over beats.

“Good boy.” The vampire smiled, crossing the last few increments of space between them and sealing

their lips together in a sweet kiss.

Snod stiffened immediately. The vampire was too cold, too male, too wrong. He wanted to push him

away, knowing he should feel revolted. Everything he had been told all of his life said this was a

terrible sin.

But... it felt good.

There was a strange heat prickling his flesh and a pressure building in his loins he had never known.