In the blink of an eye, the master vampire's clothes and shoes were gone and only his cloak, which seemed to have a life of its own, remained. His cock was hard and straight as his hand grasped my forearm which offered no resistance. I felt his cold hand move along my stomach and up to my chest where his icy fingers played on my erect nipple. I could feel his frigid breath just before his sharp fangs sank into my right aureole. I was suddenly experiencing nipple play like I had never experienced before. No clamps, no rings, no other mouths could ever give me this kind of pleasure again. It was at this point that he sent me a mental introduction, his name was Dominick and the blonde was Lucien
Lucien's massive body quickly moved between my legs, his hand racing toward the base of my hard cock. I could feel his cold, hard skin pressing against my thighs and a rush of cold air pushing against my ass hole. I thought about his stiff hard manhood pressed against the equally cold stone of the crypt and wanted him to fill me with that icy hard staff. I was at their mercy. Part of me wanted to fight back but it was a very small part now, overwhelmed by the desire flooding through every fiber of my being.
