Beasts

Vampires are not fertile. Vampire female cannot bear a child and similarly, vampire male cannot conceive a child. Dead flesh is not able to produce life. But that doesn't mean that they cannot indulge themselves in pleasures of the body. What I have in mind is not mating between vampire noble and human girl, so very popular. Typically, vampires do not mate with humans for other purposes than for gaining power in human society. They do not derive pleasure from this, they derive pleasure from power. Vampires do enjoy sex, of course. But only with one another. Because only then they can let go. They no longer have to restrict themselves, to refrain from fatally injuring their partner. With one another, they can be as brutal avcılar escort bayan as they like. And they are.Imagine, if you will, a forest. Dense, away from any sign of civilization. Here, we can see two human-like figures. One is a male. For vampire, he's unusually stout, but he still has the typical proud, even arrogant stance of superior being. He's got short, raven black hair. His eyes shine with darkness, which would be upsetting, had we not know, that he's not human. For simplicity, let's call him Mark. His partner is a female. Long crimson hair slowly caress her shoulders with her every movement. Unlike Mark, her eyes are bloody red and her constitution is slender. She would almost look fragile, beylikdüzü escort bayan were it not for the hungry and predatory look in her eyes. By human measurements, she would be called heavenly beautiful and men would probably throw themselves at her feet. Let's call her Sif. Again, to make things simple. Both are wearing evening dresses, of the finest silk and greatest prices.Mark and Sif slowly circle around each other, evaluating the other one. Not unlike boxers in a boxing ring, they slowly measure strength of their ?opponent?. Both may be friends in their normal ?lives,? if such thing as a friend even can exist in vampire society. But nothing like that can be sensed in the atmosphere esenyurt escort both are creating. It is an atmosphere of tension. Sexual and other.It doesn't take long, and both their bodies crash. There are no gentle kisses or slow caressing of cheeks. Biting and scratching are more usual. While humans do like bite or scratch marks after that, no human could survive this. In mere moments, evening dresses lay on ground. In rags, useless. Mark grabs Sif by her long hair and forces her to lean back her head. He then bites into her neck, swallowing ?her? blood. Sif moans angrily and grabs his member in her hands, caressing it with her long, skilled fingers. Her long nails scratch into his underbelly, making it bleed. She purrs at this sight and licks one of her nails, enjoying the taste of blood. In both of their eyes, there shines hunger. While similar to hunger for flesh or blood, it is also different.There is no foreplay, the hunger is too big. He grabs her by her ass, heaving her upon his body.