Nourishment

Shit it turns out she has fangs
Like little switchblades popping out
And she licks with a forked tongue
Tasting the skin over my jugular
Her eyes enthrall me
Their flames burning into my brain
She has my full compliance
Those fangs sink in
Almost tenderly, putting me at ease
Willing to sacrifice my red devotion
But she shows compassion
Pulling back with a final lick
And her tongue snakes downward
Its tip rolling down my zipper
Then its length embracing my cock like a constrictor
Then pulling it free, tumescent and throbbing
Her tongue coils back
Those fangs withdraw
And down she goes with consummate grace
Sliding me between those luscious lips
And humming "Swan Lake"
Her ministrations and melody gather speed and fury
I come violently
This registers as no surprise to this dark angel
She looks up, licking her full and glistening lips
Enjoying every pearly drop
I push my luck with some mockery:
"First you take my blood, and now this!"
"Forgive me," she chuckles,
"But a queen of the damned needs a balanced diet
You'll replenish soon enough
Maybe next time I'll drain you dry!"
She leaves, a velvet shadow vanishing into midnight
Leaving me to lay and dream
Awaiting her return.