My Bloody Valentine: Vampire on the hunt.

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♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ Hey, pal, wake up. Come on. You can't sleep here.

Let's go. You're coming with me downtown. I'm up.

I'm up. But no. But no.

I'm not coming with you. And you are going to leave. You will forever have an immense feeling of dread about this alley, and you will see to avoid it.

Now go. What the hell? Jesus! Screw this.

I'm getting the hell out of here. Get the hell away from me, freak. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.

Mortals. In the 400 years since I left that alley, in the 400 years since I left that particular club, they still have not changed from being the base animals scared of things that go bump in the night, like me, or chasing their next thrill, like my preferred prey, my favorite meals, thrill-seekers, supposed children of the night. These past decades have been plentiful for me.

Nightclubs, recreational drugs, sexual freedom, combining into women barely dressed, eager to sow their oaths for the right type of man, handsome, polite, with a something that makes the hair on the back of their neck stand up, that tells them I am dangerous, and yet they are attracted to me like moths to a flame. My desires used to be so simple, to feed, to exist. But now, I've grown.

I want more, to play with my food, to ignite their lust and bend them to every carnal desire. Making them finally beg for me to claim every part of them. Ah, here we are, the buffet.

And I've already spotted you. I'm going to have you your long slit skirt billowing, that halter top hugging your chest, rolling on molly, your body temperature's up, but you are so ready to go, I don't even think I'll need to hypnotize you, much. Um, excuse me miss, you have something on your shoulder, here, I'll get it.

And now, caress up her neck under her ear, she's going to look to my hand and then, ah, there we go. There we go, right into my eyes. Ah, there's that glaze I was looking for.

Now, lean over, and just lightly chew her skin where my fingers touch. Mmm. Mmm.

This is what you want. This is what you want. You can feel your entire body being created by touch.

By touch. It feels so good. You want more.

Invite me home. My name's Valentine. Oh, of course darling.

I'd be flattered to see your etchings. Mmm. Mmm.

Mmm. Mmm. That's a good girl.

Yes. I can feel it. You are a sunk pussy grinding my hand as we kiss.

You're so much in need of what I can give you, aren't you? My touch. My desire.

Grind yourself onto my hand. Look into my eyes and do it. Show me you need it.

That's it. Please me. So talented.

Yes. Look up at me while you do that. That's it.

Fever. Deeper. You're so good at this, darling.

You must be as famished as I am. Slide your fingers up into yourself while you're doing it. Make yourself moan on me.

I want to feel you come with me in your throat. Yes. You beautiful toy.

My prey. You love being like this. That feeling of euphoria you're getting from my voice.

My moans. The taste of me exciting you more than anything before. That's it.

More than anything before as you take me deep in your throat. Now, I'll try to hold my hips still but you have to hold your eyes open. Keep looking up here.

Now, fuck your face under that shaft. Feel each thrust of your mouth making your needy gut ache as your fingers start to bound into you in rhythm to your face. Know that you are inescapably mine and I will use you as I see fit.

Feel me throbbing between your lips. That hot pulsing. Do it.

Move those fingers out of you faster. Come for me. Come with me in your throat.

Look in my eyes. Come. Fucking come.

Feel good for me. That's it. Keep coming while I hold your face close with me deep in.

Come. But no, I'm not going to come in your throat. I'm going to breathe that hot, wet gut of yours.

Get on the table. You're my meal. Spread yourself open for me.

Legs wide. Look at that dripping mess your fingers made. Come.

Gush for me. Soak me. Come.

I can't take it. I need to fill you. Oh, I know it's big.

But you can take it, darling. You've warmed yourself up so well with your fingers. Never mind my tongue.

Now, let me rock my hips slowly and fill you. There we go. So fucking tight.

Yes. Grunt because it's filling you. Stroke a clit for me while my hands hold your knees.

And now to pump into you. Taking you. Grunt.

Come for me. Come with me, new pussy. Filling you.

Lean forward. Pull your body to me. Keep me inside of you.

And now I'll feed.