I f**k Your Sunshine
Vampires? Of course I know them. You are surprised? Some call me ... what is it? “Fang hag.” Ugh. Demeaning. I am crow to their wolves, eagle to their lions. You do not understand? I am succubus; the upyr and I, we do not compete, because we do not want the same thing. Sometimes, we feed on each other, yes: c**k is c**k, and blood is blood. Their seed is … an acquired taste. Sour and bitter like rust, and sometimes it sticks in your throat like stale gummy candy. Not so zingy as live semen. But it takes the edge off!
I have known the Baron Stierherzov since before he turned to the night. He was a warrior lord, fierce in battle, merciless to the peoples he vanquished in the Old Country. Dracula himself gave him the eternal kiss as reward. Such a pedigree you do not fi
