Worm saves his precious new cum catcher

Alyssa's lips are cool against the living heat of your mouth. Her kiss is surprisingly chaste. She does not answer your parted lips nor thrust her tongue into your mouth. She moves, kissing your cheek down to your jaw, following the strong line of your face to your neck. You shudder, knowing what is coming, but she draws it out, teasing your flesh with her tongue. She traces shapes with the moist tip of her tongue, perverse symbols to draw out your fear, hearts and crosses and clovers that make you shiver and squirm beneath her.

"So luscious and warm," says Alyssa.

Her lips open and she presses them to your neck. You feel her teeth inside her mouth, hard against your tender flesh. A last lick and then...

"Ahhhh!" you cry as the knife-sharpness of her teeth pierce your skin. From the hot gush and the fever-spread in your body you know she has struck your artery. She slurps loudly and sucks at your flesh. The pain quickly becomes dreamy, diffused pleasure. It's as if a hot blanket has fallen over your skin. You can feel each suck at your throat, each quantity of blood she takes, and the more she drinks the better it feels.

"So sweet," her lips move against your neck. "You are not just a hunter, you are descended from Van Helsing. It has been a century since I've tasted one of your line. A man. My husband and I drank him together. You are all mine. A suitable feast after tonight's entertaining performance."

She returns to sucking at the wound. You squirm, not with pain or fear, but with intense, orgasmic pleasure. You hear a distant moan and it takes you several languid seconds to realize it is your voice. You can hear your slowing heartbeat. You can feel weakness stilling your limbs and yet, your pleasure grows. Waves of contractions moving through you. The sucking sound of Alyssa is loud in your ear.

You are near ****. You know it. This is how it ends, you think. Naked, humiliated, sprawled on a bed in some forsaken village. Slain by a monster.

Suddenly, Alyssa lifts her head. Her eyes are open wide, staring through you, not in dominance but in wild pain. You feel something hard poke against your ribs. Alyssa explodes in a swirling maelstrom of cinders and ashes that disappear. The flash of fire that was her heart is gone and Worm, the pathetic chaun that just used you like a bin for his foul seed, drops to your bosom. He is wearing naught but a horrid grin and an ash smeared stake. This pipsqueak has not only saved your life, he has slain a powerful vampiress.

Regaining your senses, you shove at him to get him off your breasts.

"Off of me!" you declare.

"Suck!" yawps the little ingrate, standing astride your chest with his wee willy hard as a dagger and pointed at your face.

The words of outrage forming on your lips are silenced by your need to suck. You lift your head, weakened though you are and, engulf the chaun's snub-nosed snot-shooter in your warm mouth. He cackles with glee and your heart sinks as you flick his bulbous little cockhead with your tongue. By slaying the vampiress, Worm has left her last command in place. You must obey every command he gives you.

Loud slurping and vigorous head-bobbing ensues as you do your best to please your miniature master's straining fuckthumb. He lets out little sighs of pleasure, his tongue lolling from his hideous mouth as he watches you debase yourself, eagerly bobbing your tight lips around his leprechaun lovestick. Worm shudders and shakes and emits a high-pitched squeal and then rewards you with rapid-fire spurts of spunk. The gooey gushes are not as thick as they have been, but you still struggle to gulp down every salty pump, finishing with a swallow and a thorough tongue-bath for your master's meat pipe.

The chaun at last slides off of your body and plops down beside you on the bed.

"We cannot stay here," you say. "That vampiress you killed will have friends and they will want my blood. We should go northwest, to the compound. I can radio for help."

"Okay," says the chaun and you shudder at the stupid grin on his horrible little face. He knows that he is in charge now and can have you whenever he pleases.