Chuckling into the other’s mouth, Dimitri dimly wondered how much power sex appeal had. The cannibal was ready to abandon his holy quest to save all humans just because the vampire was willing to shake his ass around a bit. Yes, indeed, this was a most notable phenomenon. But Dimitri wouldn’t dare to dwell long upon it. For all he knew, this could have been just another imitation in his head, figment of sick imagination. Yet, the light bite on his tongue felt real enough, making the vampire groan with dark pleasure.
With one hand he was frantically trying to pull down Leopold’s pants while the other chose to rest on the bare chest. As soon as the kiss would end, the first rib was going down. But of course, Dimitri would have to be careful in this business. The last thing he wanted was a pierced lung, which would surely cost him his pretty blond head. So Dimitri prolonged the kiss, his mind calculating the force necessary to apply to do his lofty deed. His fingers played with the pretty leather collar. It really did suit the crushnik, he thought. If he ever lived to tell, this would certainly be one of the night child’s tales of the legendary cannibal.
He reached as far as he could, finally abandoning Leopold’s clothes and moving on to his own. The hands on his rear were very suggestive, but Dimitri wasn’t thinking particularly hard how to please his master. His slogan of the day was,’Keep ‘em happy while you do your dirty work.” And that was exactly was he was doing. Abruptly, vampire broke the kiss, grinning ferociously. He left his own shirt half unbuttoned, instead pressing the heel of his palm against the first rib, waiting for the sickening crack to echo through the room.