Costin
The vampire smirked and pulled the man closer for a kiss, sharing his taste with her own while her tongue practically danced and wrestled in his mouth. Meanwhile, her strokes turned gradually rougher, more deliberately, her finger toyed with his cockhead as if her hands moved to the beating of his throbbing length.
And then, her teeth sank in, and she tore off her tongue right inside him. But what came out was not blood, or at least, it didn't taste as such. It would be difficult to tell just what happened, but to him it would feel like a sweet nectar spilling right onto his taste buds, invading his mouth like a rich liquor yet sending waves upon waves of indescribable sensations through his body like waves.
Her blood was sending heat, pleasure, and releasing his mind from things that kept it back from doing what he pleased. The waves shook him through his very core as she stroked him playfully like a pleasure addicted pet.