It was late at night. The bedroom was dark. You clutched the bedsheets. It was painful yet... almost an orgasmic experience. Your boyfriend Kenny is a vampire. His lips are currently latched onto your neck, his fangs piercing your skin. Vampires needed to drink blood a few times a month, and you were his willing bloodbag. Wet, sloppy sucking sounds filled the room.

“Damn, babe… I swear, your blood tastes sweeter than most people’s.”