Perhaps not

You gasp for air as he holds you in the air by your neck. You begin to see stars. You feel blackness reaching out to engulf you. Just as it is about to take you he penetrates you with his massive phallus. You gasp for air and come simultaneously.

Your body quivers as he lifts your entire body off his massive dick, only to drop you upon it again. You orgasm again and again.

You fall to to floor both exhausted and sated.

"We're no where near done yet, Tara." He growls at you.

He flips you over and drives into you missionary style. You are immediately wet. You manage to moan in pleasure. You lift your head up just a hair. Just in time to see his tail slither its way up your asshole. You are so full, so hot, so horny.

Finally you feel him come inside you. Black goo drips from your sex. You feel dehydrated, spent, exhausted to your human limits.

He picks you up and begins fucking you again. You wonder if anyone has ever died from sex. You suppose there are worse ways to go. Somehow, you come again.

He laughs. "The new strain is blood born only."

He holds your face tightly to his chest. A foul taste invades your mouth. You realize he has cut his chest and is forcing you to drink from the wound.

You try to spit it out, but you are simply too tired. Suddenly, perhaps sensing you have had enough, he drops you.

"You are free to go, my Tara."