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I've stalked my prey, and spread her on a rock. I like my treats fully aroused before draining them. I make my lovely morsel come with expert fingers, then draw from her femoral artery, oh so close to the sweet spot between her legs. I pause, and consider. Do I want to keep this one, or finish her off? I put her to the test and have her serve me sexually. If she can make me come, she lives. The wench is eager and she does please me. I take a draught of her delicious , silencing her with my mesmerizing eyes and words after she cries out in pain. My long nails scratch my own neck, drawing forth my precious . I bid her drink and she laps it up eagerly, preferring eternal life with me to . We bare our fangs, two women, together forever in eternal life, a scourge upon the earth.