Fired by love's immortal flame. Called and consecrated by drinking pure fresh blood. I whispered on the wind and she came to me. My crimson eyes dripping tears of lust, Washing away her human frailties. I didn't hide my fangs, or my icy touch, as I bade her find new life. She danced and writhed, moulding herself on my wicked phallus. And in the bliss of post-coital rest,
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