As Warwick walks back to his car, he needs to decide the next curse of action. He could wait here, of course, but that would be dangerous - he didn't know how long he would need to wait. Sun might banish him to his haven. He could wait in the toilet (if he managed to sneak there) - he probably could get lucky, but then what? There were also other options, but they could be used later... He leaned against his car, thinking.
Thinking about his options, Warwick decides none of them are particularly appealing - the venue is just too difficult. Instead, he gets back in the car, deciding to focus on finding someone to feed on.
As Warwick looks around in the car and was about to start the engine, he paused as his eyes snapped to the movement. He realised that a female student was making her way for... A walk? To shop? As he checked the direction, he realised that she would be walking in the alley between the buildings - that was a good, discreet place to feed.
My hands slide into Hector’s hair and pull him deeper into me. When his tongue pistons in and out of me better than a rabbit ever could, I start to lose my mind. My creamy pussy coats his face. I’ve long since lost the capacity for language. Primal moans and guttural growls are all that I am capable of producing. My fangs glisten in the moonlight as my first orgasm of the evening washes over my body.
A hunger thugs Warwick's guts as he used discipline. Thankfully, a meal was coming ~ He made his way into the alley, thankfully, it was sufficiently unlit. Soon, the young student made her way inside - her eyes focused on something on her phone.
The tongue moves deeper, into her, moving faster - it was like an elephant in a warehouse of china, crashing everywhere. He grabbed her hips, holding them firmly, as his tongue rocked her body. Soon, she realised, she was approaching her peak.
"You might want to be careful, my dear." Warwick says. "Dark alleys aren't quite safe - even on campus." He approaches.
I explode on Hector’s face—coating in my juices. My chest rises and falls rapidly even though I no longer require breath. “No mortal can match that. I am willing to stake my unlife on it!”
The female student almost jumped at the sudden sound of a voice. She turned around in darkness, for a moment looking around, narrowing her eyes, trying to see in darkness. "Who's there?" She asked a little frightened - but with Warwick's aura at work, she seemed calmer then she should've been.
Hector smiled as he raised his head, Chloe could see her juices dripping from his face and from his fangs. Slowly, he moved his face back to her pussy, licking it, then tracing his tongue up, to her navel, tracing a circle around it, between her breasts, only to pause and kiss each of them, then back to the middle of her chest, licking up to her neck, chin, tracing to the side, nibbling her ear, before finally, planing kiss on her lips.
I grab Hector and pull him to me using the blood to hold him tight. “You know what I need. I don’t think I have to explain.” My fangs are fully extended. I feel a primal force like never before. Something akin to a beast. And right now it hunters for my sire. For his touch. For him to take me!
Hector smirked-! She blanked for a moment as she realised that with one thrust, he was inside, filling her, stretching her. She could feel his rod pulsing, stretching her, warming her with it's heat. And then, he started moving.
I feel my sire take me again. His skill is immeasurable. His size is perfect. It’s as though when he created me in this form I was made to be pleasured by him. Lexi, the boy, Clara all flee from my mind as Hextor begins to move inside me. Begins to assert his dominance over his submissive undead slut.
"Just me, young lady." Warwick gets a little closer. "Old age seems to be taking its toll - I can't quite remember where I parked." He chuckles jovially. "Mind if I tag along with you and hope I find it? Safety in numbers and all that."
Hector's body loomed over Chloe, as he started moving, in and out, thrusting into her - first slowly, but then, gaining speed, thrusting stronger, rougher. A growl escaped his throat as he looked down at her, his fangs on display... At this point he looked more like a predator it's eyes fixed on his prey, then a lover.
Spoiler: Persuasion 12,7 Vs DC 7 - 2 successes The student smiled as she looked at the professor, clearly labeling him as not-threat. "Sure Gramps!" She said with a slight slur. The woman was obviously under influence, probably more then alcohol.
"Been having fun tonight, I see?" He chuckles, seeming kind and non-confrontational. "Come with me." He moves towards her, and puts a hand on her shoulder to help 'steady' her.
"It's fun night!" She agreed with a bob of her head, little to loud. The woman hummed as she, not thinking much, followed Warwick. "So, how do you-!?" She started as then almost fell, when her boot hit something. She cursed and took out a cell and turned on the flashlight in it. The light coming from it hurt Warwick's eyes.
Warwick fights the urge to reel back and hiss as he feels the light. As she starts to fall, he takes the opportunity to wrap his arms around her, to hold her up. "Dancing, raving, liquor. Perhaps something a little stronger?" He chuckles.
