Vampire Luther, and Max, Son of Satan, battle bloody demons, zombies and other dark Creatures of the Night.
Luther is a blood thirsty Vampire, who frequently terrorizes gay haunts. Max is a rock star with a mixed band (half supernatural, half human) who happens to be the Son of Satan. The two men become roommates, with Max trying to 'humanize' Luther. Meanwhile, the world comes under attack from angry demons, zombies, and other vampires. The boys have to battle one after another to keep the status quo. Some of their adventures are over the top...but always entertaining.
The coursing blood sounded like Niagara Falls to him and he could barely keep his cock from trembling like a volcano about to blow. If he came now it would defeat his purpose and he’d have to move on for no other reason than he felt he would lose Bradley’s attention. His premature orgasm would break the spell he had Bradley under, and that would make his job harder. Make his meal sloppier. Yet he shivered beneath his skin and didn’t alter the level of his passion nor the dearth of his desire. His moans were real, his groans came from his gut and Bradley was putty in his strong, manipulative hands.
Luther explored Bradley’s body, squeezed where he felt muscle, rubbed where he felt yielding and nibbled where he felt softness. Bradley’s cock tasted good in his mouth, felt hard against the back of his throat. Luther didn’t just swallow Bradley’s cock but he sucked, and sucked hard until he felt the mild bursting of blood vessels in. If he were to survive, Bradley’s cock would be covered in bruises. If he were to survive. Heightened sensual stimuli could be as much a curse as a blessing. When he lifted his legs and guided Bradley's cock inside him, every fiber of his being was in celebration. Luther deftly removed the condom Bradley had in place. A condom would not be necessary and Luther didn’t want to dull the moment.
Bradley thrust his hard cock deep, and didn’t notice the missing condom. Or if he had, he didn’t show it as he thrust deeper, harder, faster and the sweat on his brow built up and dripped onto Luther’s face. They exchanged hard kisses as their saliva flowed from their mouths and mixed and mingled on their faces. Luther pulled Bradley closer to him until their cheeks touched and his mouth chewed across his neck. It didn’t take much longer before Bradley’s body began to quiver and the tell tale signs Luther knew so well began to take over and carried them both across the crest of a wave. Bradley’s cock swelled and filled Luther’s hole with sperm. Luther chose that moment to sink his fangs into Bradley's neck. Immediately they were both covered in blood.
For some reason the spell had been broken for Bradley. Luther held onto him allowing the blood to fountain into him. Bradley was mid orgasm yet he fought hard to escape Luther's naked embrace. His life force resisted but was no match for Luther's supernatural strength. When Bradley stopped struggling, miraculously his huge cock had not only remained hard but was still inside Luther. Although in his twisted imagination Luther had imagined it was Bradley’s blood that was gushing from his cockhead and filling his asshole. A condom would have prevented that ol’ so hot flow of life's blood. Luther lay back and released his hold on Bradley, lying still as his victim’s convulsions ceased and he relaxed into death, laying atop Luther’s nakedness. It was a good kill.