So here we are at Christmas Eve, which I think is perfect for a theme like: Present PornFrom sex toys under the tree, to romantic midnight marriage proposals to cocks with bows on them and other fun gift giving ideas. What do you give your lover when all you really want is to get laid
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"Merry Christmas my ass... fucking sheep runn-" Angelus stopped in his rant and his tracks. "What's this?"
Dean beamed as Angelus eyes roamed over the neatly arranged row of bound, naked and terrified humans. It had taken time and not a little amount of effort but in the end he'd managed. He sauntered up to his sire and moulded himself against his side, whispering in his ear.
"Do you like them? I didn't know which one was you favorite so I got one of everything." Angelus turned and captured Dean's mouth in a fierce kiss. One hand coming up to grab roughly at his hair and the other grabbing his ass to tug him even closer.
"It's perfect." He turned to the shivering line and took in the terrified look in their eyes. shifting into game face Angelus smile got even more vicious. "Best part... it's both dinner and entertainment!"
Dean's dark and delighted laughter rung out as Angelus grabbed a large man by his dark hair and roughly tilted his head to the side before sinking his teeth into his neck. He drank deeply before letting go and turning to the small red-headed woman next in the line. She whined desperately as he captured her lips in a bloody kiss and when he stopped tears were flowing freely from her eyes, streaking through the blood smeared on her face.
They worked their way slowly thought the selection, gorging themselves much like humans at a holiday dinner; by the end of it both Sire and Childe were naked and covered in the remains of their feast. Angelus held Dean down and licked along his spine, savoring the different tastes before he thrust his cock inside again, sliding easily and causing Dean to mewl and push back, his own cock still lodged in a pretty Asian boy who sprawled under him, shivering and uttering sounds between a moan and a sob. In front of them three of the humans still alive, also naked and streaked in blood, rutted against each other; the blond woman trapped between the two men, one Hispanic and slender with his head buried between her breasts and the other barrel-chested and black moulded against her back, it was like a private pornographic showing just for them and once again Angelus cruel laugh ran out in the Christmas night.
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