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Leaving his new, mortal partner, Dylan, asleep, Sebastian stepped out to the terrace to inhale the early morning air. The fog began to shroud the glow of the full moon, allowing his eyes to open wider. His naked, moist skin lathered in the cool, dampness on Hallow's Eve. He relished in Dylan’s orgasm when his dick exploded with cum and a satiating stream of blood. Aware the mortal would wake soon, hungry for survival, Sebastian anticipated consummating their love, establishing their mutual eternal lives. He hoped the fog would fully smother the light of the moon, making their bodies barely visible with their diminishing eyesight, as he experienced the past several nights. They both would have to rely on the birth of their weak powers, not yet fully realized, and bodily sensations to quench their horrific thirst for sexual survival.
Enjoying the silence, only disturbed by droplets of few falling from naked branches of a tree to the stark, concrete terrace, Sebastian fantasized Dylan roaring his gratification once again but in the harsh elements of the nocturnal atmosphere where he stood.
“You needn’t fantasize further.”
Sebastian swiveled around. Dylan’s beautiful, nude body glowed like fire in the doorway. “I’m ready.”