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Chapter 9 by Man behind door Man behind door

What will you do?

Indulge her

Your immediate bloodlust sated, your keen to make your sweet little bloodbag squirm and purr for your entertainment. You release her throat, relishing her taste as you lick your lips clean of the sweet red nectar, before pulling your damp fingers from her mouth and taking hold of her chin, leaning her head back as you lean over to gift her a sudden kiss.

Her eyes close as your lips meet, eliciting a stifled gasp of surprise, followed by the wet squelching of your tongue invading her mouth, still sticky with her blood. If the metallic taste bothers her, she hides it very well, gasping for breath when she can as the kiss grows more passionate and hungry. She turns her body to press her soft, prodigous chest against yours, gently rubbing a needy little hand against the hard bicep of your arm, as you cup her cheek, her legs intertwining with yours.

You pull away to admire her for a moment; her expression is similarly dream-like to your streetside victim, but with a gleeful longing. Her tongue lolled dumbly against her pursed, bloody lips as she pleaded with wide, unintelligent eyes for more, running her thigh up and down yours, the tip of your cock caught against it's furry pajamas, it's soft texture tickling it's fat red flesh.

Meeting her fluttering, gentle gaze with a grin you climb down to her waist, spreading her legs open wide, pulling up the hem of her shirt and kissing down the length of her belly, her breathing intensifying as you licked into her little belly button, feeling her hands rest on your head as you peel down her pants, revealing a fat, juicy slit, glistening with her wetness.

She whimpers as you fall closer and closer to her pussy, till she's almost hyperventilating with anticipation as she feels your breath against her slit. Eyes fixed on the squirming, whining girl with her own blood smeared across her mouth, you torment her with teasing flicks of your tongue, feeling her buckle a little with each, taking hold of shapely thighs as they rise around your head

Her grip on your hair tightens as you hear her speak for the first time, gasping out in whispered tones, pleading "please, please...please please please...".

Taste her again

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