They went south. Descended the steep cliffs to that sandy strip of land that connects the headlands with the main body of the isle. The necklands, as we described before.
Night came, but it was a full moon, and was easy to see. They could see some of the pretty white swan that hung out here on the strand.
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To all of you readers who like to read stories about vampires, I must warn you, there's a little bit of a vampire in every man.
It happens most often on full moon nights, like this one, when your man is taking a long evening walk in the moonlight. And then suddenly, something comes over him. He begins to howl, like a wolf. And the incisors in his teeth, his fangs, seem to grow longer and sharper, and gleam so white in the moonlight as he looks at you. And the soft, bare, exposed swan neck, of the female, is also gleaming pale in the moonlight. Now he just can't help himself. He is an animal. A vampire. He has a lust for blood. Your blood. Your soft, smooth neck is just too alluring. He needs to bite it.
So he comes up to you from behind and sniffs your hair, and you think he's going to kiss you. Maybe he does plant a little kiss or two on your cheek.
Then the vampire in man comes out. His mouth opens wide, his fangs clamp down hard on the sweet, tender tenderloins of your neck sinews.
And we hear the female howl of the night. His teeth dig in. Her moans are a mix of shock, pain, and a strange glowing pleasure that grows from being so taken.
He munches on her sinews. Chewing on them at length. As far as vampires go, Tomek is a rather civilized, gentle one. Normally when he does this, his jagged teeth don't pierce skin. Normally, he doesn't draw blood. But he sure chews on her. It's not really so much a bite, as it is a pulling of her loose neck skin into his mouth, with a strong, vacuuming, suctioning force, sucking her lovely flesh into him, and holding it there to love and masticate upon. (That's masticate, not masturbate, for you young lads, though the two are not wholly dissimilar.)
Her neck is bruised, and becomes a florid tie-dye of reds, maroons, and dark blues. He is taking the blood from her soul; he has risen it to the surface. If you want to taste the blood of Christ, all you have to do is bite your woman's neck. There you taste the spiritual blood.
When he was done, he left teeth marks on her neck. And a beautiful, multicolored neck flower. A watercolor painting. Neck flower of love. The fabled hickey. The love bite of vampires.
Some girls are embarrassed about this, and start wearing high buttoned blouses, to cover it all up. Only when they meet their bestie, their bosom friend and confidante, will they unbutton a neck button to show “I've got a boyfriend, and he loves me deeply!”
Purple plum passion.
Other girls walk around nonchalantly with their neck flower exposed, so all the world will know she has a boyfriend, who's so madly in love with her he takes a bite out of her.