The younger human? These vampire toadies were welcome to the snivelling fool, with or without kneecaps. This “Mr Giles”, however……
The warty penis Balthazaar hadn’t caught sight of in a century, stirred and attempted to rise despite the downward pressure of an 80lb belly apron. Puckered nipples shifted to peaks atop their mounds of demonic obesity. Balthazaar liked a bit of spirit in his lovers and wasn’t too vain to admit that a strong stomach didn’t go amiss. And this one had such a lovely snarl, too.