As I hunt around the city for a good meal I’m given plenty of opportunities. So many men around the clubs, dancing, drinking, having a good time. I could easily reach out, grab a man and take him to my lair for a feast.
But, I’m feeling adventurous, so I continue hunting, occasionally stopping to admire men I see in the clubs, writhing their firm bodies together, their virile semen calling out to me to be drained, or their rich blood coursing through their bodies.
I can feel when the focus is on me, I listen to the conversation while I stand casually against the bar, drinking from a beer the bartender gave me.
“Dude, just to talk to him. If you’re trying to get laid, you have to make a move,” someone I assume is his friend states.
I’m approached by a man and he smiles at me.
“Hi, I’m Jordan,” he says. He’s average height, decently handsome with a thin body. I can smell his potent semen in his virile male body and smell his blood in his veins.
“I’m Gavin,” I reply and look over at the bartender. “Would you like a drink?”