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Someone once said that sex is the perfect outlet for stress, to reduce tension, and that night Pablo and his three offspring who made up his clan up to that point took it literally.

They let loose and let off steam for hours in a marathon that lasted well into the morning. When their cravings were satisfied, Gis and Alba fell asleep together in a bed, while Pablo settled into the kitchen of the house.

He had prepared a black, intense and fragrant coffee, and was typing on his laptop when Marcel, who had taken advantage of the fact that the girls were asleep to take a shower, came into the kitchen.

"Wow, what a night. Is it going to be like this forever?"

"Ha ha ha, the only thing that can give meaning to the passage of time when you are a vampire is sex, blood and violence, either separately or at the same time..."

Marcel poured himself a coffee and sat on a stool next to Pablo.

"What are you doing that you are so focused?"