A Quick Drink
A quick feast in the night from a beautiful young wolf was all I needed to satisfy my needs.
I've been watching the gorgeous wolf as he walks through the forest, simply enjoying nature and the moonlight as it shines through the trees.
But he doesn't sense my presence yet, and I've been following him through the shadows for at least a mile.
This far out it's only us, the beat of his strong heart in his muscled, fit chest, his virile semen in his young body.
I lick my lips, admiring his chiseled jaw and his strong, corded neck.
I rush him, catching him unaware with ease.
A hand over his mouth is met with a muffled cry as I pull his head back and expose the powerful pulse in his throat.
He cries out as my fangs pierce his throat and I break his jugular with ease, holding his writhing body as he fights for his life.
The blood is hot, thick, and rich with intense male heat.
His cries turn to whimpering moans as I flood his nervous system with pleasure.
Before long, he's relaxed, writhing now in ecstasy while I drink his delicious blood and run a hand up his shirt to stroke his tight abs and feel the hard body against me as I drain his precious life.
I undo his pants as I feed, now watching the man's memories flash through my mind as I swallow his thick blood in mouthfuls.
His erect cock begs for release and I reach down to stroke his vascular shaft, letting him groan as he ejaculates and pumps his cum up his abs and onto his chest, making his blood gush hard from the release.
As his heart starts to slow I feel his body relax and his breathing grow ragged.
I slide my fangs out of his throat and lick the marks clean.
I'll let him live and leave him to recover on the forest floor, his body exposed while he groans and writhes, still riding the euphoria of pleasure I gave him.