thevisualvamp:

sirloin:

“Give me wine to wash me clean of the weather-stains of cares.”

― Ralph Waldo Emerson

Cocktail hour

The sun had set and she rose from her slumber, so very hungry for the essence of life to pass her lips.  She called for her pet to enter her room as she stood bare with her creamy white skin lightly touched by moonlight from the window.  He walked in and knelt before her looking down at her feet.  Although he ached to see her perfection he must wait for the approval.  Her extra long fingers reached out, slipping under his chin as the nails drug forward and lifted.

He looked up along her body and felt the arousal as she had that deep red glow to her gaze.   He was her food, but he knew she loved him.  He beamed for her as he tilted his neck to give himself to her.  “No not there tonight, you have earned a gift”  She lifted more under his chin and he stood.  She removed his clothes as his passion for her was easily revealed.  

She moved him to the bed and lay him back as she moved over him like a predator.  The pre cum already oozing from his cock in excitement as she took it into her mouth.  A wicked tongue had him throbbing and thrashing.  He didn’t last long as his loving milk spilled into her mouth as her hands moved over him.  Her growl the only warning he would receive in his bliss as she dug her fangs into his thigh.  She fed lightly then she stood up with a warmer glow to her body.  She took her glass and pressed it to his leg to fill it.  He crawled off the bed weak thanking her for his special treat tonight.  Confessing his love and devotion as he left her.

She opened the large glass doors and stepped out on the terrace to watch the night as she drank.  She did enjoy how his seed mixed with the blood.  It was always sweeter.