Chapter Ten
The Blood of My Maker
I woke up before Eric in the midst of a s****l dream. I was back in VAMP-LA and tied up in the private back room of my maker, Francois. My wrists and ankles were affixed to the bedposts and several men as before had taken advantage of my mouth, my ass and my womb, releasing their bodily fluids into my openings over and over in exchange for a small taste of their blood. I replayed the scene of my first feeding, remembering the feeling of the rope cutting into my skin as I pleasured the men and sucking the blood out of their willing flesh. The lips of my v****a had peeled open and responded to the s****l fantasy and were slick with moisture. I got out of bed before Eric and took a shower to try to forget about my s****l and physiological needs. Why wasn’t
