He looks around the room, which is lit only by the fire burning in the hearth. The furniture is sparse and looks to be home made by hands more used to...other work. Even in the dim lighting his keen eyes have no trouble seeing what lies before him. On the floor in front of the fireplace is a dark bearskin rug. He pulls the hood of his cloak off revealing his wet blonde hair running down his back under the cloak. With the hair being pressed down by the weight of the water his pointed ears are. I cannot stand direct sunlight; hence once I ran out of excuses, I lost my job. I have fangs, a pair of razor-sharp ivory knives dropping from my upper jaw when I’m hungry. I also have some kind of mind control power that I do not know how to use, I sleep all day and try to control my urges the rest of the time. The urges, that is the big problem. I feel horny any and all waking moment and I am starving. Let me tell you about it.First the starving… I need blood… My cat, sweet Captain Puss, I. Milena approach the chair and, next to the camera, a piece of papergiver her instruction :"You're locked in this room" ."The only way for your you it's to reach 1 liter"."Sit on the chair and help them to reach this goal".Milena just sit on the chair and on the other room a door open and a men enter the room, start unzip his pant and jerking of above the big bowl, looking a the screen.Milena notes that the camera is a close up on her crotch. She understands she has to make them fill the bowl of. I lifted my behind off the seat so he could pull both my jeans and briefs down to the floor. I sat there naked below the waist as Bill began to fondle me. He kept one hand on my stiff cock and used the other to free his cock from the confines of his pants. It was easily a six incher and maybe a bit more, but the thickness of it dwarfed my five and a half."Would you like to feel something even better?" he asked. I just shook my head again to respond. I was too shy to look at him and my eyes were.