A Vampire's Fetish
I had a meal with a friend and he teased me about my love for the male throat.
My prey relaxes back against my chest while I curl my hand beneath his shirt and slide up his firm abs, stroking the muscle as I hold his chin and kiss him.
His groans of arousal fill the air and I caress up his chest, groping his breast, his toned but lean pecs and worship his tight, fit body while kissing him.
He doesn't resist while I rest his head back against my shoulder and I stare down at his vulnerable throat.
His smooth white flesh is flawless, taught and firm over muscle and his gorgeous adam's apple bulging while his head relaxes.
I gingerly stroke his larynx, feeling the shape and how it lays in his throat. I admire the thrum of his carotid as it pumps his precious blood up against his corded neck and lick my lips at the sight of the blue, juicy veins beneath the surface.
I run my hand over his open throat as he sighs and writhes against me, submissive to my intense glamour.
Leaning in I rest my tongue against he sensual divot of his jugular notch between his collarbones and slowly glide my tongue up the surface of his skin, moving up the man's adam's apple, running up his chin and then move back down, sucking on his neck while he moans and he spreads his legs, his erection pushes against his pants, needing release.
"Would you stop being such a weirdo?" my partner asks while he holds his prey in his lap, taking a moment to question me while his prey's blood coats his mouth and runs down his throat.
"I'm not a weirdo," I reply as I hold my writhing prey, his sensual whimpers as he grips my leg and opens his mouth in a wanton need for touch and my affection.
"You do this every time."
"There's nothing wrong with enjoying the meal."
"True, but do you have to waste so much time worshiping them?"
"It turns me on, ok? I've been doing this for centuries."
"But it takes forever. Mine is about to die."
"Speaking of, you're wasting blood."
He looks down to see his prey's blood flowing out of the kill wounds in his throat and returns to feeding.
My prey is still unharmed, his beautiful neck offered, pulsing with life, the blood so close to my mouth. But I can't help myself, I nuzzle under his pointed chin, kissing and licking his open neck, worshiping the beautiful design of his male body and his strong throat with his tight, athletic body against me.
I hear the crack as my friend breaks his prey's neck and drops his corpse to the ground.
He crosses his arms and looks at me impatiently.
"Ok, fine," I concede.
My prey sighs as I force up his chin, stretching his flawless skin and grunts as my fangs pierce his throat.
I puncture his carotid with ease, resting my lips against his skin while his blood gushes into my mouth, funneled between my fangs and his rich life fills my mouth before I swallow, letting the warmth run down my gullet as I drink and feed on the young man's delicious blood.
My friend smiles and sits back down, just to watch me feed on my meal.
My prey is already quiet from the bite, the rupture to the vital artery putting him into a dying state as I drink from his artery and caress his tight abs and firm pecs as he breathes, lightly flexing in primal reaction to the process of his death.
His body tenses and I feel his hips buck as he pumps semen into his pants, the pleasure I flood my victims with too much to resist.
I grab his hand and hold it out to my friend, who happily brings it to his mouth and bites into his wrist.
When my prey dies I pull from his throat and stare down at his corpse, his gorgeous face relaxed and pale as chalk and empty of blood.
We leave our meals on the floor and exit their home.