Venus's lust wins out over her mind.

As Venus was on the verge of clearing her head and remembering what it was that she'd came here to do, LaSalle thrust his big cock deep into Venus's moist honeypot, pushing all thoughts of resistance out of her brain. Venus wrapped her long legs around the waist of her conqueror.

"You're mine!" Yelled LaSalle as he sank his fangs into Venus's neck whilst at the same time unloading his icy cold spunk deep inside his newly created bride. Venus could feel her body go limp as LaSalle drank from her neck, before he pulled away and licked the two holes closed, healing the wound.

"Now my bride, you must feed from me and then we will hunt!"

LaSalle bit into his wrist before quickly offering it up to Venus, who drank from it until she had taken enough. Licking his own wrist, LaSalle passionately kissed his thrall, his bride, his new instrument of destruction. Breaking the kiss, Venus smiled up at LaSalle and asked.

"Who will be our first victim master......?"