You could feel your body trembling with fear, you were so much lesser a man than the monster that stood before you, his eyes piercing you with a gaze more fiery than even the depths of the hell he had come from.
You called out to him in your weakest moment, begging for something to be there to comfort you, to be your closest ally and friend.
Instead, you got him
His body was never satisfied when he gorged on your flesh, lips, hands, biting and squeezing you, groping your chest, biting into your supple skin.
He was never able to get enough of breeding you, forcing his inhuman cock into your hot, living pussy. You were addicted to the guarantee that he would want you, he would always be close to you in your weakest and darkest moments. When you sobbed in the night, you could call for him and he would be there, he would wipe your tears with a long, clawed finger, and seize you up in his immense arms, his mouth gripping your vitality, and guaranteed your ownership of him for the night.
It was a comfort, knowing that you would always belong to this monster. His cock would always belong deep inside of you.
His release would never pour cold, dead cum into your body, but you didn't need that. You just needed the satisfaction of belonging to the count.
Ja der Graf ist Vergangenheit, Blut und Nostalgie
Ja, früher war er gefürchtet bei allen, das Böse in Person
