Chapter 7
His body had started to shut down, going into its death-like state, when the unbidden images of Dylan’s rosy lips wrapped around his cock abruptly flooded his mind. He heaved out an irritated sigh and grabbed his erection. Again. He began to stroke it, slowly at first as he thought about the witch sucking just the tip and playing with his balls. Then his right palm moved faster as the vivid vision of Dylan writhing under him and getting pounded appeared in his mind. He gritted his teeth and tasted the blood when his fangs lengthened slightly to scratch the inner part of his bottom lip. His cock spasmed and spewed out jets of ejaculate, covering his naked torso with streaks of thick, creamy liquid.