Loss..

As if the cursed by the goddess of misfortune herself, Sally gets another bad draw. It's a surprise how he's suddenly winning all these games, it's as if he planned it from the start. With it ending with a loss, Sally was **** to play into this old man's creepy demands.

"Hm.. let's see." He hums while in pensive thought. His slender pale fingers tapping against the edges of his chin, his dark red eyes now focused on her exposed chest as his smile grows even wider.

"You have such lovely breasts my dear~♪Would you get angry with me if I were to ask for a feel? For just a moment. It seems with my age I've grown forgetful, I wish to relive my youth through some.. skinship.."

Sally felt speechless, she wasn't all that thrilled with the idea but upon hearing his reasoning she felt she needed to help him. She sat there staring at the elderly man for several moments before finally managing to pull herself together. At least he didn't ask for something too crazy, like those brats she sometimes plays with outside.

"O-Oh..well okay. I g-guess it isn't that bad.." she eventually agrees, looking down at her voluptuous chest, she tries arching her back so that those round juicy orbs on her chest stuck out more clearly. "Just a little... okay...?"

"Of course my dear." He say so with a creepy grin, slowly he inches closer through the front of the couch. His old crippled looking body now next to hers. She looks down and sees his cold boney fingers already reaching out to her and sliding gently over her bare shoulder. His creepy touch is felt against her collarbone then inching a little closer to her chest.

"Mmm.. you're just.. so warm my dear. So so warm.. and soft.. yes.."

"U-Um.. thank you..?" His cold firm touch felt pleasantly cool and oddly soothing, a shiver running up her spine as his hands move down along the sides of her ample bosom while shes leaning back a little to give him better access.

Taking his time, the old creep continues to explore the entirety of her chest, sliding his cold palms and fingers across her warm and sensitive skin, slowly circling his way inwards and then back out again without actually making contact with her delicate areolas and pink little nipples.

"Ahh.. ahhh~" Sally unconsciously let's out a sweet moan at his chill touch.

"So.. so soft.. and plump. Delicious.. truly.. delicious.." his voice starts to trail in the back of her mind as her head goes a little fuzzy. Now closing her eyes, she rests the weight on her arms and lets out a deep sigh. Nosferatu takes this as sign of her surrendering as she hears his voice trailing off deeper and deeper into her subconscious.

Suddenly she feels something strange but her mind was already in a deep trance that she couldn't quite respond to it. His cold, dried lips closing down upon one of her sensitive tits and his darting tongue quickly draws a series of surprised but delighted moans from her lips. He sucks her stiff little nipple into his mouth, lapping around carefully and treating her nipple with delicacy.

Her body starts to fall back against the soft fabric of the velvet couch, offering itself submissively as the old man seems to chuckle. Having her right where he wanted as he slowly starts to slither down her soft peachy white skin. He first gently grasps at her pudgy white breast, lifting it's impressive weight before planting a few more kisses against the soft underside. His old, wrinkly body starts resting his weight down against the plump softness of her young and ample body.

"Oh how I dreamt of this moment my young, helpless little lamb." Sounds of kissing and sucking continue to play through the room. "you're so warm and soft, anywhere I touch you feels so pleasant. I needn't drink from you, simply by being close to your tight warm body brings life to my own!"

Sally couldn't make sense of her surroundings as her body simply went numb along with her mind. "Mm.. hh.."

"Shh.. dont speak. Ooh.. this here. Yes, so tender within your thighs, the inside is smooth. I can't get enough.. but no." A short pause from his relentless kissing "I mustn't drink from an obvious spot. No, I need you to stay blissfully unaware of this. Yes.."

The room fell silent besides the soft tender kisses the old man was planting at every corner of Sally's young supple body. Slowly he moves down her body, his lips kissing against the springiness of her thigh and moving down to her knees then ankles. He then finally reaches her beautiful white feet as he feels around her warm flesh. Looking for a proper place to sink his teeth in. What better place to place his mark then her soft soles?

He starts by gently kissing the side of her big toe, causing Sally to moan softly again before baring his fangs.

"This'll only hurt.. a bit.."