Whatever magic it was that gave me unlife saw fit to ensure that my cock still worked, though I had long ago performed a self-vasectomy. I have no intention of being sire to some half-human monstrosity. But humans are so fun to play with, and I can't help myself.
I don't have a lot of preferences, but the rougher the better. I'm a true switch; as long as the intensity is there I derive equal pleasure from playing on both ends of power, or even both in the same encounter. Due to my immortality I take a good deal more risk with finding partners than I might if I were human, and the doctors would probably call it a symptom of something. But when I find a tough guy who thinks he can disrespect a waif like me because he can take me, and I turn the tables on him, it is its own form of pleasure.
I patronize several working women, and some men, and a few who aren't either (a growing portion of the industry). I have my little favorites and they don't ask many questions, they understand the need for discretion. I think half of them believe I have a wife. (I did once, but she's no longer with us. It's been a long time, I'm basically over it.)
This is how I come to spend the rest of my evening with a fantastic escort named Tara. I like her ginger hair and her catlike mannerisms. She likes my money and the fancy restaurants I take her to. It feels like an even trade to me - I like the restaurants too. (I *can* eat regular food, but when I do I have to digest it. Blood just gets absorbed into my system.)
After dinner we fuck like feral cats in heat, all teeth and claws. It's impossible to tell whose blood spots the sheets. We both sport bruises around our necks, hers from my (nicer) teeth and mine from her hands.
"I want you to bite me," she moans.
Leaning over her back, balls slapping her clit, I nibble her neck and say, "I've been biting you all night."
"No," she says, and reaches up to touch my fangs. "With these."
We've both been avoiding addressing them until now. I falter; I don't know if I want to do that. I try not to eat where I fuck. But she looks so good underneath me, with her massive ass pressed against my pelvis and her big gray eyes gazing up at me. And I know it'll feel good, it always feels good. I pump into her again and I know that I am lost. My head feels like it falls to meet her neck, and I bring my jaws together on her. Her skin tears beautifully beneath my assault, and I feel her pussy begin to seize around my cock. This gorgeous little princess is coming on me from being drank, and as the ecstasy of blood rushes down my throat, I do too.
