Lucien hadn't had enough of my hard cock. In my case, I guess that's a better source of blood than my neck. My balls were bobbing up and down and my cock was flailing back and forth with a life of their own as Lucien tried to zero in on the flesh of my hot yielding shaft. I wanted him to achieve his goal.

Dominick looked me straight in the eyes, wet tongue out, fangs extended as he smiled, and sent me a mental message to relax. He slowly plunged the wooden stake up my eagerly, anticipating butt hole, no lubrication seemed necessary, as the hard wooden object seemed lubricated in a way not normally possible. As the pointed stake was driven back and forth into the target for which it was not intended, I was able to feel the intricate texture of the Wood. My ass hole seemed to have the sensitive tactile sensations felt only before by my hands.

This went on for what seemed like decades. Lucien finally achieved his goal and again sank his fangs into the flesh of my cock. Dominick sank his teeth into my right ass cheek and fed as he played the stake in and out of my body. The exquisite sensation and pleasure became too much for me and I again blacked out.

When I awoke I was covered with thick streams of a viscous red fluid that had every appearance of cum except for it's color.
Well, I guess when you're a vampire. . .