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I rolled over, but he helped me up because I couldn't move as fast as I used to. Once I was on my hands and knees, he pulled me towards the edge of the bed before he spread my legs apart. I felt his cock run up and down my opening, before he slipped inside of me.

He eased his way in until I felt his hips against my ass. His hands reached beneath me to grip my breasts. It wasn't my throat, but it would do. My eyes closed as he began to play with my nipples gently teasing them until they hardened.

“Your cunt is leaking all over me,” he whispered into my ear.

I didn't know how he did it, but every time, his filthy mouth turned me on to the point of desperation. So I bit my lips and moved myself back and forth along his cock.

“Look at you trying to fuck yourself on my dick.”

“Samuel,” I snapped at him in anger and frustration until I heard him chuckle.

He let go of my breasts and held my shoulders before he pulled back and slammed inside of me. A wild cry of pleasure escaped me at the feel of his surge inside of me. I would have fallen on my face if he hadn't held my shoulders.

There was no stopping him when he went feral because he began to pound in and out of me like a maniac. Uncontrollably, I came hard and fast, but he continued to fuck me. When he pulled me up by my shoulders and bit into my neck, I felt his cum shoot out of his cock.

My pussy still contracted around him in slow pulsating movements. He snarled against my neck and wrapped an arm around my front above my breasts as he fed on me. The rush of pleasure from his venom made me sag against his arm. I would have never experienced any of this had I not taken a chance on him.

Not all vampires were evil.

Epilogue

Samuel

One Year Later

I proudly held Anatole in my arms as he gurgled and played with his saliva before trying to stuff his entire fist into his mouth. I chose an old Greek name, which meant rising sun, because my family was a new dawn for me. He gave me hope for the future.

Charlotte tutted before trying to wipe his mouth with a tissue.

“Give it a rest. Yae practically shat all over the photographer when you were ah bairn,” Glenda said, eyeing her up. “My little Anatole is much more civilised than his mother, aren't yae?” she cooed to him.

“I was a baby, Granny,” she said defensively.

I placed an arm around my wife and rubbed her arm as I watched her family shuffle around to where the photographer was directing them. I knew why she wanted this picture to be perfect, so I said nothing. Usually, I joined forces with Glenda.

She never went back to work because she wanted to spend all of her time with her family. She did donate and run charity events for the elderly in our area while I stayed at home with Anatole. My fellow vampires might poke fun at me, but I loved my time with my son.

Glenda looked up at me.

“I still say you should have named him Hamish.”

“We did, just not on any official documents,” I said to her with a wink.

She grinned at me.

“Aye, yae did well, Sammy,” she said before she shuffled towards the rest of the family.

I kissed the top of Charlotte’s head, taking in another moment and another memory with my loved ones.

Charlotte

Sixty-Four Years Later

Damn it. The sly, skanky, dirty bastard was doing it again. His fingers tightened around my throat as he knelt behind me.

“Just one more, Charlotte,” he said predictably.

“You said that the last four times,” I managed to gasp out before I gripped his thigh and tried to sit back on his dick, but his grip on my neck didn't allow me to move.

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