#der graf

His body was never satisfied when he gorged on your flesh, lips, hands, biting and squeezing you, groping your chest, biting into your supple skin.

He was never able to get enough of breeding you, forcing his inhuman cock into your hot, living pussy. You were addicted to the guarantee that he would want you, he would always be close to you in your weakest and darkest moments. When you sobbed in the night, you could call for him and he would be there, he would wipe your tears with a long, clawed finger, and seize you up in his immense arms, his mouth gripping your vitality, and guaranteed your ownership of him for the night.

It was a comfort, knowing that you would always belong to this monster. His cock would always belong deep inside of you.

His release would never pour cold, dead cum into your body, but you didn't need that. You just needed the satisfaction of belonging to the count.

Ja der Graf ist Vergangenheit, Blut und Nostalgie

Ja, früher war er gefürchtet bei allen, das Böse in Person

Und trotzdem war er begehrt bei den Frauen

Sie machten zum Lohn ihm die Hälse frei