… do you think... I mean... Can I... God damn it, I'm in!"

The corridor you enter is similar to the one that took you the backroom only this time the chandeliers have been replaced by large torches. The alcoves are closed by heavy wooden doors and the floor is tilted giving you the impression that you’re sinking below ground. You follow the path for a while before finding a small staircase going deeper underground. To your left one of the doors is ajar. You pass your head in the room. The stripper is waiting for you, laying on a very large bed sipping on what looks like a glass of red wine.

“I knew you’d come. Please join me.”

You walk to the bed and sit turning your back on him.

“You don’t have to worry,” he says. “There’s nothing wrong in this.”

His powerful hands fall on your shoulders. You're incredibly tense but his fingers start kneading the knots under your skin. The memory of his organ makes you whimper. Its proximity awakens the dormant desire that came over you as he danced.

“You’re going to love this.”

He pushes the suspenders of your top revealing the skin of your neck. His large mouth replaces his hands. A jolt of pain runs through your spine immediately followed by a powerful orgasm. He releases your shoulder making you turn around. A warm and sticky fluid starts pouring from where he kissed you. He lays you on the bed pulling on your dress. He spreads your legs. Once again, as his mouth encounters your intimacy, the combination of sharp pain and intense pleasure leaves you panting.

“Your turn,” he says resting on the bed.

You crawl towards the tower of flesh. You take it with two hands. Its weight is impressive. You start pulling on it, slowly at first. He looks at you with love. The blood on his face doesn’t bother you anymore. You start licking it. The slit on the edge of the monster is soon covered with your saliva. You manage to swallow the head, but its tremendous size prevents you from taking it any further. The cold bubble in your mouth makes your tongue and mouth numb. You stroke it faster making it grow even bigger if it's possible. The stripper purrs like a small tiger.

“Lay down,” he finally says pushing you back.

You obey gladly as you’re starting to feel dizzy. You spread your legs. Slowly, carefully he penetrates you. The saliva and the blood pouring from the wounds on your labia lubricate it facilitating the penetration. Not even half way in, he reaches the back of your pussy. You gasp. The man casts an evil smile over his face, revealing his blood drenched fangs.

“You’ll get used to it,” he says grabbing your butt.

In a single thrust he forces himself all the way in.

You scream as his dick pushes back the limits of the elasticity of your pussy beyond anything you would have imagined possible, it’s both extremely painful and immensely enjoyable. Soon his fangs are back on your neck and you abandon yourself to the absolute pleasure of the vampire’s embrace.

You die.

You wake up. Your pussy is abundantly dripping with the man’s sperm. You wipe it, you lick it, you drink it, but it doesn’t help you with this thirst that is torturing your guts. For this thirst you need something else, something much warmer and you know exactly where to take it.