Gine the Vampire

"Try not to suck too much, batty..."

You yawned and stretched your stiff muscles as you felt stolen blood course through you yet again. Night had come and it was time to rise in search of the nearest hole to fill. Your erection was harder than a tombstone and more leaky than a faucet.

All you had in was a loose robe to cover your curvy body and hide you aching evening wood. It even felt as those your huge tits were aching to be milked. You had to work out the stiffness from your body and gave it little stretches to out the kinks. Had anyone seen you, they would've mistook what you were doing as merely showing off your wondrous body. Granted, they wouldn't be entirely wrong at that point.

Suddenly, you heard noises outside your coffin and wondered who or what had dared to come near your slumbering form.

You peaked through the coffin and saw...