In the king's quarters, loud amorous sounds could be heard as Romulus pumped into a human beneath him. The female human whimpered, gasping for breath as she was lost in the throes of passion.
"Your highness!" The young woman cried out as she neared her release.
Then he thrust into her one more time and at the same time, pierced his fangs into her neck, drinking from her. She screamed hard - both in pain and pleasure. Mostly in pleasure- her legs tightening around him while her nails dug into his back to the point of drawing blood. Not that Romulus noticed because he was more absorbed in his feeding.
This was the climax of the whole thing; the feeding while buried deep inside of her. The feeling was euphoric, additive even, which was why most vampires shrank away from the idea of blood bags to humans. It was like comparing fresh meat to preserved meat, the taste was never the taste. And unlike the taste, this one had feelings involved.
