As I lower my hips onto your lap, your thick desire slides into my wet folds. Ravenously lapping up the salty beads of sweat cascading down your neck, I savor your fear inextricably entwined with your longing.

My starved lips press against your carotid, throbbing with your racing pulse as my fangs pierce the soft skin and metallic ambrosia slowly fills my mouth. Your seed warms up my lifeless body as I greedily absorb every last ounce of your vital essence.

You will soon awaken to an eternal, living death as my devoted servant, sired by my blood.