#vampirefucker

His eyes shot open like a wolf after catching the scent of blood, and it may have been a reflection, or your mind playing tricks, but you could swear that there was red in the gold of his eyes.

His tongue curled inside your cunt, sucking and drinking from the apex of your legs like a man stranded in the desert, dying of thirst, nails digging crescent rivulets into your thigh’s flesh until it began to sting. There must’ve been something inhuman about the curl of his tongue, something much longer than a normal man’s, reaching far deeper within you than anything you could’ve thought possible. Another “scary vampiric quality,” you’d hoped. Then again, with his tongue flexing so sweetly against the warmth of your cunt, it was impossible to think about anything.

“Adri-ah! Adrian, sl..ow down!”

The blood in his ears was pounding so loudly that Adrian couldn’t hear a damn thing, too absorbed in his task, the feast in front of him. It was bitter, likely a result of the reality of what he was drinking, but it did nothing to dull the inferno roaring inside his gut. Instead, all it did was remind him of his father’s finest Chardonnay, sour in all the sweetest ways, dancing on his tongue, and all of it backed with the basest note of your addictive, dripping sex.

I, With the horny power I carry as a Monster Fucker, give you access to the honorable name you call yourself, you are valid, and don't let anyone tells you otherwise.