Haunted Wood King Dick of F*ck Mountain

Bite! Bite! Bite!!

 

He had him. The young man knew he did the moment the boy didn't back away, even if he was a little defensive of the idea of taking a chunk out of the vampire in exchange - at least he didn't fight it, they were on a mutual agreement at least. The boy finally exposed that beautiful neck of his, twisting his head to one side and giving the vampire the space necessary for him to move in without struggling. 

Moving forward, he closed the distance between them. Those predatory eyes watching the boy carefully for any flinching or regret. Upon opening his jaws, strings of saliva unspooled from one fang to the other, the hunger would soon be satisfied and he couldn't wait a moment longer. Running his tongue along the neck of the boy, he wet the fur and allowed the cold to make the vein pop out even more... oh how he loved winter, it made everything so much easier to find. Letting his canines trace along the neck until that familiar lump could be felt, the soft bump, almost easily missed - but he was well-practiced. It was in his nature after all. 

And just like that, he nicked it. 

Swiftly, carefully with precision - unless the boy moved of course. 

The blood stained his lips immediately due to the nature of his coloration, and the satisfaction was immediate. Those sharp eyes softened as they rolled back into their sockets, soaking at this moment as he lapped up the syrup he oh so needed.