Lorenzo
The two had teamed up and done the poor innocent Medaka in every way imaginable, sharing all of her holes until there was simply no way she could stand. She had been pounded and fucked to the limits of what one could possibly fathom. Begging for more, she received them over and over again, but alas the young vampire had gotten cocky, and thus she had been beaten by the cock.
That man was weakening as well, but there was something in his eye, a flame that was being ignited every time he saw that burning skeleton thrust mightily. No, he couldn't fall here. Not in front of him, for you see, that pirate had already stolen something precious to him.
His heart.
W-wait! What the hell!? Don't just change the story as you please you half assed pirate!
Lorenzo stretched a bit, not one bit tired from this little exercise. Sadly, he didn't feel a thing, and even if he could feel something it wouldn't be enough to tire him like a living person would. What he sought wasn't a physical connection, he would receive no pleasure from such a thing in the first place. But connecting with someone, feeling wanted, needed. It felt nice.
"Phew, that was a nice warm up." He said casually, giving the other fuck-machine a hearty slap on the back. "Well, I take you've still got some in store down there. We're only halfway done." He said, turning to look at the other blonde vampire.
Truth be told, he found her beautiful from the moment he saw her, so beautiful holding her stung him as if she was covered in thorns. If he still had the physical organ to do so, he might just have felt a tinge of love, or lust. But there was no way he could feel such a thing in the first place, all that filled his heart in this moment was greed. She was something rare and beautiful, something he didn't and couldn't have.
Wasn't that reason enough to want her?