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Daemon gasped as he felt the fangs first pierce his neck. He gave a needy moan and wrapped his legs tightly around Vladimir's waist. He didn't know when, but all of the rough biting and fucking had become a pleasure for Daemon and possibly for Vladimir too. He mewled and began to move his own hips to meet Vladimir's thrusts.
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"Tick Tock, Jake. Time is Dead Kids."
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