“I think you like that,” he said with a mischievous grin.
“If you don’t know by now, we’re in deep trouble,” I replied, tweaking his nipples. He hissed with pleasure, as I knew he would, so I laved my tongue over them. From there, I began to work my way down his body, nipping occasionally with my fangs extended then licking away the small drops of blood. To a human, this might have seemed, well, inhumane. For us it raised our anticipation of what was to come. I stopped when I reached the object of my desire, looking up at him. His eyes were closed, his lips parted as he panted in anticipation.
So I began to give him what he wanted, taking his pulsing cock between my lips to lap the pre-cum from its leaking slit. Slowly I drew his cock further into my mouth, swallowing then releasing it, tormenting and teasing him until he was writhing uncontrollably, gasping, “Please, Philip, please…”