You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.

Scrabbling up onto the edge of the bank she suddenly turns to me with a shocked, “You kissed me!” Dripping, laughing, I take her into my arms and tell her, “Yes, and I am about to do it again!” I do precisely and thoroughly that. Taking my time to experience the softness of her lips and her surrender as those lips fall prey to my probing tongue. Ah! I had never dreamed that the depths of a woman’s mouth could be so sweet!

There's a First Time for Everything.

Elizaveta: He takes to the blood as naturally as any babe suckling at its mother’s breast. As I watch him, the other hunger takes hold of me. Rising up from my loins through my body to quicken my heartbeat and lend an unnatural flush to my cheeks.

Dafyd: I tear easily into the meat, even crunching into bone. It is indeed the most delectable thing I have ever tasted. She looks at me as if I am the next course on her menu. And my manhood agrees with her as it lays claim to most of the blood which I have just ingested and strains against my trousers.
She reaches and frees my member which nearly purrs in her hand. And before I know it, she is on me. My phallus finds itself encased in warmth and wet, pulsing within the constricting rhythm of her movement. I am so overwhelmed that I can only let her take what she will, as a bull will take a cow.

"What the Hell" IS always the right decision!

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas Eve!

Adjust Your Pants, Dear.

Dafyd: A woman? Hunting? She is not even dressed properly to be traipsing through the woods, let alone hunting them. But I watch as she gathers up her skirts between her legs, fashioning of them a sort of pantaloon. And revealing to me what had to be the finest, softest leather boots I had ever beheld. Encasing what I was sure were the finest and softest legs I had ever beheld. I adjusted my loin pouch and reached for my bow and quiver of arrows, but she tells me I will have no need of them.

Elizaveta: I see him adjust the front of his pants, and I think there is not a more honest compliment that a man can pay.

Dafyd's Transformation

“Oh!” The back of my hand silencing any further sentiment from my lips. I sat unmoving, watching the entire horrific attack. The animalistic violence of the act and Dafyd’s supine unmoving body convinced me that I had no other choice. And that I had only minutes. I did the only thing I could think to do. The unthinkable. Or I would lose him utterly.
No time left to worry the consequences. Cradling his head, I bit into my arm and pressed it to his lips. “Drink if you would live.”

Nighttime

By the time I return from feeding, Anders has gone. And I know that Dafyd has retired as his eveningtime candle has already been doused. The full moon hanging sad and lonely just above the line of the trees. The crickets and frogs lending their song to the peaceful scene. I sit beneath his window for a while. Just to be near him and to listen as the soft rumble of his snores plays counter-melody to the gentle thrum of nature.

The Vampire, Elizaveta

This one. I am utterly drawn to this one. And it is not from his pails that I seek drink. The sweat from his labors tickles my nose. So close! The strong vein at his throat pulsing a hypnotic beat. I breathe him into my body and my tongue and teeth can already imagine the sweet puncture of skin.

It's been confirmed!

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Elizaveta's eyes

They really are emerald green.

Dafyd's eyes

the blue of a storm at sea.

And Daere.

Coldly beautiful. Batshit crazy.

And I'm torn as to Elizaveta.

Sometimes I picture one, sometimes the other.

This is who I picture every time I write Dafyd.

I didn't coin the phrase, but "This man makes my teeth sweat!"

This is the scene that inspired Waiting.