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I wander through a farming village, creeping through the night smelling for the best males. One man is very drunk as he leaves a small tavern, stumbling over himself. I follow him, smiling as he hums tonelessly to himself before pausing to piss in the street.

I'm about to take him when there's a nearby male. I smell his semen and hear his strong young heart. I search through the village, remember the drunk man's scent for later.

I find the scent and crawl through the window into a sleeping man's bedroom, his steady breathing gentle and deep in sleep.

Approaching him I smile and remove his sheet, exposing his naked body.

He's muscular, strong, highly attractive. I suck on his penis and caress his thick thighs as his penis fills my mouth, hardening thick and bulging with male essence.

He moans and spreads his thighs, seeing me sucking his manhood and grimaces while he climaxes, his semen pumps into my mouth and I swallow his load, letting him drain and swallow the hot seed.

Moving up his muscled body I cover his mouth and push him down, placing my finger to my lips as he lays down and I lick his strong throat, watching all the juicy veins pump below the surface while he groans in pleasure against my palm.

I bite into his throat and he grunts, struggling as I tear his throat with my teeth, opening the veins in his neck while he struggles and kicks as I hold my palm over his mouth and hold down his hips. I drain the young man's molten blood as it pumps out of his healthy young body and I drink, relishing pint after pint of his delicious blood as it flows down my throat and his body starts to wane, growing weak and his kicks still while he groans against my palm, dying as I drink.

When his heart stops I pull out and admire his corpse, pale and empty of blood, his eyes open in fear, the fear that is felt knowing you are being murdered but don't know why.

I crawl back out to find the drunken man, he's asleep in an alley behind a house and I smile as I kneel down to him, sliding a hand under his neck I lift his shoulders up while his head falls back.

I cover his mouth with my hand and bite into his throat while he wakes and yells against my palm. I drink fast, his jugular breaks and he gasps as I drain the man's delicious blood, gushing into my mouth as he tries to fight. He's too weak and his arms barely raise before he's helpless in my grip. When he dies I pull out and drop his corpse, leaving the village for another fun time.

Description
I wander through a farming village, creeping through the night smelling for the best males. One man is very drunk as he leaves a small tavern, stumbling over himself. I follow him, smiling as he hums tonelessly to himself before pausing to piss in the street.

I'm about to take him when there's a nearby male. I smell his semen and hear his strong young heart. I search through the village, remember the drunk man's scent for later.

I find the scent and crawl through the window into a sleeping man's bedroom, his steady breathing gentle and deep in sleep.

Approaching him I smile and remove his sheet, exposing his naked body.

He's muscular, strong, highly attractive. I suck on his penis and caress his thick thighs as his penis fills my mouth, hardening thick and bulging with male essence.

He moans and spreads his thighs, seeing me sucking his manhood and grimaces while he climaxes, his semen pumps into my mouth and I swallow his load, letting him drain and swallow the hot seed.

Moving up his muscled body I cover his mouth and push him down, placing my finger to my lips as he lays down and I lick his strong throat, watching all the juicy veins pump below the surface while he groans in pleasure against my palm.

I bite into his throat and he grunts, struggling as I tear his throat with my teeth, opening the veins in his neck while he struggles and kicks as I hold my palm over his mouth and hold down his hips. I drain the young man's molten blood as it pumps out of his healthy young body and I drink, relishing pint after pint of his delicious blood as it flows down my throat and his body starts to wane, growing weak and his kicks still while he groans against my palm, dying as I drink.

When his heart stops I pull out and admire his corpse, pale and empty of blood, his eyes open in fear, the fear that is felt knowing you are being murdered but don't know why.

I crawl back out to find the drunken man, he's asleep in an alley behind a house and I smile as I kneel down to him, sliding a hand under his neck I lift his shoulders up while his head falls back.

I cover his mouth with my hand and bite into his throat while he wakes and yells against my palm. I drink fast, his jugular breaks and he gasps as I drain the man's delicious blood, gushing into my mouth as he tries to fight. He's too weak and his arms barely raise before he's helpless in my grip. When he dies I pull out and drop his corpse, leaving the village for another fun time.