He only felt light pressure and a gentle sucking, the vampire groaning beautifully as he drank. The
sensation was tender and sweet, leaving Snod writhing as the vampire rode him hungrily.
As he drank, Snod was startled to feel that the vampire was getting warmer. His whole body was
flooding with warmth, Snod’s cock suddenly swallowed up in the new and intense heat of his tight
ass.
“God... please forgive me, fuck,” Snod moaned, letting the vampire take all that he wanted. “It’s so
fucking good.”
The vampire pulled off with a loud moan and not a drop of blood spilled, gasping as he slammed his
ass down harder. He began to lean back, his hands now pressed against Snod’s thighs as he greedily
fucked himself down on his cock. “Mmmm, you’re doing so well for me, Obadiah... so fucking
good...”
Everything the vampire did was perfect and graceful, Snod awestruck by the way he moved. The curl
of his back, the way his hips bounced up and down so effortlessly; it was absolutely divine.
Snod was starting to lose himself, cursing and crying brokenly. It was all so incredible. He wasn’t
going to last much longer. The pressure building inside of him was threatening to burst at any second,
and he hissed a warning, “Close.”
The vampire growled, straightening himself back up and grabbing Snod’s hand. Snod nodded,
pressing it over the vampire’s heart. “Almost,” the vampire cried, never losing rhythm, still
relentlessly riding Snod’s cock. “Almost there.”
Snod gasped when he first felt it. There it was, only a tiny thump at first, but a definite pulse was
steadily starting to grow in strength beneath his palm.
The vampire’s heart was fluttering to life, soon beating as fast and hard as his own. It was beyond
fantastic, and he growled as the vampire rode him even harder, intent on taking them both over the
edge and into absolute madness.
The vampire tilted his head, clawing at his neck until a bright red stream of blood began to trickle
down his collarbone. “Drink,” he commanded urgently. “Hurry!”
The blood was so bright that it glittered, Snod feeling his guts roll at the thought that he was about to
drink it. But that blood meant freedom; he had to do this.
He grabbed the vampire by his hair, ravenously locking his mouth against his bleeding neck and
sucking hard. His mouth flooded with blood, the vampire crying out pleasurably.
