Draghici pulled me off his dick like I weighed nothing more than a pillow. He got on top of me again, face-to-face. I felt his fingers find my soaking-wet pussy and begin to play with it. He knew I could cum again, but I sensed it in his black and red eyes that he wanted to make it something really special.
“T-thank you, m-master,” I stammered and gasped, “For, taking, me …”
“Shhh, little Sorina, my bride, shhh …”
I felt his cold breath on my neck. Then, I felt the piercing of his canines into my warm, rose-scented flesh. They penetrated deep, drawing blood that flowed down my neck and onto my shoulder in a beautiful warm, red, cascade.
My life-force surged through my body to where he penetrated my vein, and he began to take it into himself.
He deserved it, he deserved every drop, I was the prey, and he was the predator, the worthy, worthy predator…
His fingers continued to do their work as he sucked me dry.