His mouth was full of my undead cream as I pulled him up to my lips. xnx He was a very slender emo twink. I eased my grip on his wrists. I stopped sucking down what must have been half of his blood and licked his wounds until the saliva’s magic closed them. “Do you want to live?”
“Yes, please!” he whispered. Read 27015 times |
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Dulling his senses I dragged him through the night and the shadows onto a darkened bench where I knew he’d find his way home and vanished into the darkness. He flicked his tongue over my piss slit and I stroked his hair, hissing in appreciation. Like me, he was pale. The taste of allspice and the memories of Christmas and warmth and life flooded through me.




















