Voracious 2 ep14 - Can You Feed Me?

Wolf Hudson spins across the empty floor, trying to fuck the guilt out of his body. The music grinds and his hips snap like a snapped promise. He locks eyes with Lea. She stands in the shadow of a dying bulb, fangs half-visible under painted lips. "Can you feed on me?" he says, voice rough as sandpaper. She doesn’t answer with words. Just stalks closer, hips rolling, until the beat drops between them. He lets his head fall back, exposing the carotid. She grins; her hand snaps to his jaw, tilts it. Teeth scrape. Then she bites. Pain spikes, folds into heat. Lea swallows once, twice. His blood splashes red down her chin, drips onto his shirt. She shoves him against the concrete pillar, rips open his fly. His cock springs into her palm, heavy and ready. She spits on the head, strokes hard, then drops to her knees like she means it. Tongue flat, lips wide, she takes every inch. Spit strings drip off her chin. His fingers knot in her hair and fuck her face, throat bulging, mascara streaking. She chokes, gulps, gasps, but never pulls back. He spins her, yanks her skirt up. Her ass, pale as fresh marble, flexes as he spreads her. Cunt wet, tight, dripping into the crease of her ass. He slams in—one thrust to the root. She growls, eyes glowing red for a second, then clamps around him. They pound. He pistons, she slams back. Their hips slap raw. When she comes, thighs quake, fangs flash; he doesn’t stop. He flips her onto the floor, spreads her wider, fucks both holes until she can barely lift her head. Her mouth opens, tongue out like a kid at a candy store. He rips free. Hot ropes splatter her lips, her tongue, her cheekbones. Vampiric cum, thicker than life, glossy under neon. She licks the corners of her mouth, swallows, grins, blood and spunk and black light all mixing on her face. The guilt still burns, but it burns quieter now.