Chalk and Holy Water

I had seen these signs before..the villager's doorsteps sprinkled with powdered chalk.The old women of the hamlet with pearl rosaries saying their prayers in fear and the aged priest ministering to the pale,shrunken young man lying on a dirty cot..this village is damned by a Vampyre!.The word is unspoken,but every soul here KNOWS.I also feel the palpable evil and I must find it's source and destroy it.first,I must return to my love and bid her goodbye as i may not return alive.My sweet love Christabelle standing in the doorway of our cottage..she rubs her delicate fingers across my muscular chest and shoulders,putting her jewel-like lips on my rough face..between sobs,she implores me to be careful.Christabelle taking hold of my hand,pulls me gently inside,shutting the door behind us.She wants to see her brave warrior off with sexual intercourse.Her dexterous hands remove my clothing and I stand in all of my naked muscularity in front of this beautiful woman.Chista's black silk dress glides off her slender,sexy body and onto the floor.As we embrace,my tongue exploring her hot,sweating breasts,her fingers begin playing with my scrotum.Placing my scruffy lips over her mouth,I allow my tongue to explore hers."fuck me,you beast of a man!" Christa whispered harshly."First,let me taste your womanhood" I say,going to my knees I begin licking the lips of her vagina.Thrusting my tongue as deeply as possible into the honey pot of her pussy.I love the sweet taste of Christa's pussy..to be continued