Raffé buried his cock in the Priest's body as he sank fangs into his throat, sucking and fucking in earnest as the Priest buried his head in his folded arms, leaning his weight on the wall as he begged in breathy, stilted words for more.
When his bloodlust was sated, Raffé gently removed his teeth, healed the wound, and reached around to jerk the Priest off with quick, hard movements, relishing the sweet noises he made almost as much as he'd enjoyed the Priest's blood. The Priest came moments later, and Raffé followed him soon after, burying himself deeply before finally letting the release wash over him.
He gently pulled out once the Priest had calmed, turned the man around and wiped him clean with a cloth he pulled from his belt. Smoothing his hair, Raffé sent him on his way with a smile then fixed his own clothes and sat down in one of the two chairs in the room, staring out the window at the deluge currently bloating the river and adding flooding to a long list of problems.