Andrew snickered when he gathered my intentions, as I tugged impatiently at his slacks. “I know! Andy wears exceptionally snug legwear! It’s as though his trousers are painted on!”

I was in Heaven on Earth as I watched Andrew stand and help me, taking off not just his pants, but all of his clothes, standing before me, bare. He was so well formed! Even with Andy’s foreign tattoos, I could see the familiar angles and curves, coming together to make this new, human version of Andrew. I loved it! He was so flushed and colorful, so incredibly hot under my fingers. I wanted to touch him everywhere.

I picked Andrew up easily, and carried him like a bride to the canopied bed I had always secretly dreamed of sharing with him. Andrew chortled when I tossed him roughly on it. “This is definitely role reversal!” He held his hand to his forehead like a damsel in distress, smiling wickedly. “Oh save me from the fierce, sexy lady Dracula!”

I laughed and decided to take my clothes off as well, wanting to touch him, feel his skin against mine, getting myself a low chuckle that made me feel young again. I saw Andrew watching me appreciatively, and I felt a tingling where I had thought I had gone to sleep forever. Andrew snickered. “Actually, I take that back. I submit fully and wholeheartedly to your will, mistress of the night. Mrow!” He beckoned me closer with one of his naughty smirks.

I groaned, grinning. Clearly Andrew had been in Andy’s body and watching a lot of horror films. Still, it was cute. Not surprising, Andrew always was a funny guy.

Then I saw it. Andrew had an erection, a glorious one. A spongy tissue bed; tumescent and engorged full of blood. It signified his arousal, his desire for me, and it was also packed full of ambrosia. I wanted it everywhere. I wanted to eat its contents and fuck it at the same time.

I turned away, confused, panting, my tongue lolling out reflexively again. I forced it to retract with an extreme effort. I’d never been in this situation, I was afraid I’d lose control. I was afraid I’d kill the only reason I had to exist.

“Poppet…” Andrew called softly, and I turned, cautiously. He lightly gripped the base of his shaft and pulled downwards, making it darken. It was so tantalizing a sight my mouth watered. “I insist you have a snack. Just leave enough for me to lay with you afterwards, and heal the wound like a polite predator, hmm?”

Warily, I came closer. I wanted to kiss Andrew, but his throbbing blood sack was too distracting, so I just reached for his hand and held it instead. He squeezed it reassuringly. “You can do this, my love. I trust you, with everything.”

I hesitated, letting my tongue uncurl and play over and around his erection, stroking lightly at the magnificent spectacle, sensing the pulse within it, but still too nervous to make the bite. “Ugh, you are devilish! Be daring, my sweet! It will be fine, you look so comely to my eyes, you can’t possibly even be hungry.” I sensed his shaft harden, engorging even further, in response to the light caresses of my tongue. It made me light headed. Andrew squeezed my hand harder. “Taste me, (Y/N), then heal me! Hurry, please, it’s been so long…”

The slight tingling happened again, and I remembered how Andrew used to make me feel, there. Did Andrew want to know me in that way once more? To lay with me, as partners do? Now, as a human man?

For the moment, that thought overwhelmed me. I sought a joining. I would feed from my mate once again. Not wanting to cause excessive bleeding, I homed in on the superior dorsal vein, and would aim shallow with a single fang, avoiding the arterial supply and the deeper venous return. Andrew’s hand barely tensed as I bit, and swiftly fully uncurled the proboscis of my tongue, entering the hole and plugging it neatly.

My mind exploded! The memories of thousands of years as he tried endlessly to reach me, combined with his divine taste, the sensual act of feeding from the man I loved, who loved me in return, drove me quickly to a peak like what a human might consider orgasm.

Hurriedly, flustered, I held my hand over the wound on Andrew’s fine member and willed it to heal as I gasped, blood running out of the corner of my mouth where it had run out of the end of my tongue as it retracted.

I looked up at Andrew, concerned. He looked serene, was he unconscious? I had no idea how much time had passed. “Are you alright, my love? Please-“ What surprised me was when Andrew firmly closed my hand around his still-hard girth and guided it up and down!

Notes

Blast from the past!

Oh man- for anyone that's read my story, 'Action Figure,' my visiting mom just accidentally knocked over my entire mini BVB set, and damaged the sandstone base that came with them! Gahhh!!!!! At least all of mini-Black Veil survived their fall onto my carpet. Ugh...