Vampire Sex8

Too late, I realized the truth -- Shelly liked to feast at the moment of climax.

At least this time I didn't black out. She drank my blood after it had delivered oxygen to my brain. I suppose the girl didn't want me to collapse on top of her in a toilet, that might have hurt. The strange part, at least for me, was how little it hurt. In fact, it felt pretty good, like getting a hickey, and I felt an odd pulsing sensation beneath her lips. My heart was beating quickly, of course, and my cock hadn't yet finished loosing my semen into her womb, but the pulse in my neck overwhelmed everything else.

I found myself moving my hips, fucking Shelly again as my cock refused to soften. I made love to her, that's the only word for it, not wildly like before, but gently, calmly. My body found a lazy rhythm, almost languid as I held her against the door. I drank in the scent of her hair and felt her warming noticeably as my blood filled her veins. Her lips, hands, even her sex surrendered the chill