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wide, lust-blown eyes.

Frankie curled his fingers around Snod’s thick girth, sucking each of his balls into his mouth and

rolling his tongue over them. He was savoring the texture, the taste, applying just enough pressure to

make Snod groan.

Frankie finally released his tender sack, slowly feeding every inch of his cock into his mouth. It was

slick and moist, totally different from being inside of him, but definitely as pleasurable. He stared

dumbly as Frankie’s hand moved out of the way, the last of his cock slipping down his throat.

Snod knew there were tears falling down his face, his hands reaching back to grip the edge of the

sofa. Frankie looked beautiful with his lips wrapped around him so tightly, and he was unable to stop

his hips from canting forward. Frankie didn’t stutter in the slightest, bobbing his head and sucking

fiercely, making Snod writhe and cry out.

Frankie kept going and going, Snod unable to do anything except hold on for the ride. Right when he

was certain it couldn’t be any more intense, he felt a faint prick of teeth against his groin.

Frankie had taken every inch of him down his throat, and now he was drinking from him, rightthere,

sucking softly and running his tongue all over his shaft. It was dirty and totally forbidden, and fuck, if

it wasn’t the most amazing sensation Snod had ever experienced.

Snod could feel a rush of warmth as Frankie’s mouth began to heat up, shuddering all over. The

pressure was too much and Snod was not able to even call out a warning. He fell right over the edge

into bliss and came hard down Frankie’s throat.

Frankie bobbed his head, offering a muffled moan of satisfaction as he worked him through it, lightly

massaging his balls and continuing to suck at him until Snod was begging for mercy. He popped off

with a cheeky grin, not a single drop of blood or cum gone to waste, humming, “Mmm, how was

that?”

“Heaven,” Snod gasped adoringly, surprised by how profusely he was sweating and that his cock was

still half hard. “That, that was perfect. I’m sorry I was... quick.”

“I take it as a compliment,” Frankie said with a warm smile, crawling up into Snod’s lap. He kissed

him, their cocks crushed together as he began to slowly grind against him.

Snod couldn’t believe how eagerly his cock stood at attention, especially after coming just moments

ago. “Is this more of your blood magic?” he asked, his hands moving over Frankie’s flesh, hot to the

touch from having just fed from him. “This... virility?”