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His claws dig into the henchman’s thighs. Said henchman whimpers, eyes fluttering in pleasure.
“Drink from me,” Ygor whispers into the night.
“With pleasure, my pet,” Comes the hungry reply.
A tongue pokes at Ygor’s skin. Sharp, awaiting breathing.
Fangs sink into his inner thighs, just next to his weeping, dripping cock. Ygor sobs and trembles. The vampire feasts. Swallows. Over and over. Long, pale fingers twitch just a hair from his balls.
“Hurts…”
Dracula pauses, but doesn’t pull out.
“Hurts good…” Ygor confirms, hips rolling for more.
Dracula grins around his skin. Blood and precum drip onto his face.