Mitch was walking home from the local bar with one of his friends. They were making small talk and gossiping when they heard a man call for help. Mitch looked over to his friend with confusion thickly layered on his face. He and his friend cautiously walked towards the wooded area using the flashlight on Mitch's phone. They saw a pale, tall, blonde man lying on the ground, groaning in pain. His eyes were closed and his head was turned away from the two.

"Are you okay?" Mitch asked walking closer with caution, preparing to mace, kick, and/or slap a bitch. The man moved in blurring speed. In the blink of an eye, he was behind Mitch's friend with his hands on either side of their face. He twisted their head so hard the front of the neck burst open, shooting blood all over Mitch and the grass. The lifeless corpse fell to the group twitching, the head was facing upwards but the body was on it's stomach. Mitch was shaking with fear and holding back the urge to barf. He turned to run but was met with a broad chest. The man put one hand over Mitch's mouth and the other on the back of Mitch's head and ran into the forest in the blink of an eye.

       The man had Mitch pinned against a tree. His fangs lightly grazing Mitch's skin. Mitch held back the urge to moan. The man slowly penetrated Mitch's skin with his sharp fangs and to Mitch; It felt like heaven. He was stricken with pure ecstasy. He let out a moan that was extremely loud. This encouraged the man to palm Mitch through his jeans. Mitch's hands were pinned above his head so all he could do was take the overwhelming pleasure without control. He was pulled to the open field by the giant muscly man and had his clothing ripped off like it was paper. Although, some people would be terrified and some teenage girls very enthusiastic about being fucked by a vampire, Mitch was not opposed in the slightest. The man pinned Mitch's hands yet again and held them as he took Mitch's length in his mouth. Mitch squirmed and moaned and cussed his little heart out to try and gain some kind of control, but all he could do was try not to cum immediately at the warm sensation surrounding his most sensitive area. The man put his fingers in Mitch's mouth and starred deep into Mitch's caramel eyes with his red iris'.

"Suck." He ordered in a deep voice. He moaned slightly at the warm tongue swirling around his fingers. His massive, still unseen, erection pulsating in his pants as an unholy amount of pre-cum dripped out and into his pants. He pulled out his fingers and inserted one inside Mitch's entrance, leaving a trail of Mitch's saliva down Mitch's torso. He inserted another finger shortly after. Once he was done prepping Mitch, he unzipped his fly and pulled out his, at least 10 inch, member. He lined himself up and slowly teased Mitch's hole for a while until the small brunette was a shuddering mess. He finally entered and the tightness he was met with felt so magnificent that his fangs shot out and he hissed as he bottomed out. He let Mitch adjust before moving at a slower paced. He let out soft moans with every thrust. Each becoming slightly harder and much faster. He shot his juices all over himself and some landed on the man's lips. The man licked him lips slowly and closed his eyes to savor the taste.

"You taste like liquid dream."Mitch chuckle lightly in between moans. The man thrusted faster until his gooey seed shot inside of the smaller man.  The man picked Mitch up at high speeds and before Mitch finished letting the force stand him up completely, his clothes were wrapped around him. He grabbed Mitch by his hand and ran him back to his home at speeds faster than the speed of light. He put Mitch in his bed and left back into the woods. He smirks as he had marked his territory. Mitch Grassi.