This nightfall, he stands at my gate, eyes pleading for sanctuary. Someone’s blood dribbles down his chin. 

I understand cravings and think I can help. Replace one thing with another.

His eyes glow and mouth drools as my fingers thrust inside my cunt, making him wait before I wipe my drippings under his nostrils—a sniff of something more potent.

He falls to his knees and buries his face between my legs. One taste turns him rabid. 

We fuck like animals until we’re both spurting, panting, limbs entangled. 

“You’ll crave my cum more than blood now.” 

“Almost…” His fangs descend.