He had never seen one up close before, it looked to be about seven feet tall at the shoulder, and had to weigh at least fifteen hundred pounds.“The ...victorious hunter returns!”Ursi smiled at him, adjusting one of the dead sheep on her shoulder, its head hanging limply from its neck.“Did the Russians deliver the furniture?”“Yes, it’s all set up and ready to go, the longhouse is fully operational.”“Good, we can start preparing the meat right away.”Dennis trailed after them as they entered the. You’re not some weak leech. You’re a fucking vampire.” He stabbed himself in the temples with his index fingers a few times, before rubbing his fingers along his buzzed head. “Go hunt. Hunt. Hunt.”Hunt. Hunt. It sounded so easy. It’s what Kindred did after all, and he’d more than proved himself to the Invictus and to Antoinette that he was capable. But the actual act of a solo hunt was just something he’d yet to do. Something always happened that allowed him to bypass it. Fuck that though, he. And for a while I tried but always ended up in just the friend zone. I was undersized for my age, in every category, from my height, muscles, and my cock. I was skinny, pale skinned, with long white blonde hair and from time to time was mistaken for being a girl from behind. Needless to say, I wasn't very athletic besides being good at running. I had to be because I was an easy target for getting beat up. I wasn't tough, all it took was one punch and I was down for the count. So my dilemma. After I came, she pulled me down in to the tub with her and kissed me. I tasted my own pussy on her mouth and it sent me to another place entirely. I loved tasting myself on her, I loved kissing her and feeling her tongue in my mouth and I wanted more. She suggested we get out of the hairy water and rinse off in the shower. We continued kissing in the shower while she gently fingered my pussy. I don't know why I thought I should volunteer information at this point, but I told her that I didn't.