Twelve Bloody-Hot Full Moon

Hunting and sex, a heady mix that I relished in the dark of the night. There was something uniquely intoxicating about the chase while in the throes of passion. Was it a fetish? I couldn't put my finger on it, but the thrill of sucking blood from my prey while being utterly consumed by lust gave me a rush like no other.

It made me feel like a true vampire, not some myth from a dusty old book but a creature of the night in the flesh. I didn't kill my prey, no; they weren't victims in my eyes. I made sure they had the time of their lives, perhaps even the best sex they'd ever known.

Unlike those mean-spirited vampires who left a trail of death or turned their prey into the undead, thus condemning them to a life of isolation or the horrors of Darker Ville, I was different. Darker Ville was where the newly turned ended up if their human families couldn't bear the thought of losing them to death or the stake, a place where you lived in the shadows, forever cursed.

The hunt itself was exhilarating, and among my kind, it wasn't cheating. Vampires are open-minded, after all. I had just cornered a straight guy, his orientation now as fluid as the blood in his veins thanks to my charm. His pants fell, revealing a cock that outdid even Harry's - longer, thicker, veined like the roots of an ancient tree.

"What do you feed that thing?" I asked, utterly captivated. He blushed, sharing a glance with his twin, making me wonder about their lineage. Dutch, perhaps, or maybe with African roots, known for their... impressive attributes.

Sex hunts allowed for exploration beyond the boundaries of conventional relationships. I often pondered if werewolves enjoyed similar freedoms within their packs, but they were more structured, with packs possibly consisting of up to sixteen members.

I took that magnificent cock into my mouth, giving him a blow job that would echo in his memory for years. His moans were like a symphony, but the real crescendo was yet to come. His friends watched with envy, knowing they were witnessing something extraordinary.

"Hey cutie, where did you learn to suck cock like that?" one of them called out, but I was lost in the moment.

"Don't cum yet; you two will have to fuck!" a daring girl from our group commanded, setting up the night's next act. The twins were hesitant at first, but I wasn't one to take 'no' for an answer. I led them to a private room, locking the door with my vampiric powers.

"Who's going first?" I teased, but their shock was evident. "You must be out of your mind," the first twin said, but the other seemed more intrigued, craving more after my earlier performance. I didn't want to use my hypnosis; I preferred my partners to be fully aware, their consent as intoxicating as their blood. But when they resisted, I threw the key out the window, revealing my true nature.

"Vampire or not, you're in for something you won't forget," I said, baring my fangs. Their fear morphed into desire as they took in my tattooed body, a canvas of dark beauty.

"Oh shit... You are so hot, are you a vampire? I don't want to die so I would not mind breaking a few rules for a hot sexy boy!" one of the twins conceded, quickly undressing. What followed was an explosion of pleasure, both twins taking turns with a ferocity that was both punishing and exhilarating. And then, the ultimate taboo - a threesome.

The sensation of being filled by both was like nothing I'd ever experienced, stretching me to my limits in a way that was both painful and sublime. Their blood, hot and sweet from our passionate encounter, was the perfect nightcap.

Then, Harry, that sneaky fellow, somehow managed to join us. How he bypassed my magical lock was beyond me, but there he was. The twins were too exhausted to react, falling into a deep sleep while Harry and I continued our dance of love and blood. This wasn't just another night; this was a night under the seven bloody full moons, a night where the lines between hunter and lover blurred, where every moan, every bite, every drop of blood was a testament to the dark allure of vampirism. As dawn approached, I knew this would be a story whispered among the undead, a tale of passion, power, and the seductive dance of life and death. Each participant left with memories, some with bites they'd need to explain away, others with a new understanding of what it means to truly live - or unlive - in the shadows of lust and the night.

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