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little.  He pressed the buttons to start the shower, choosing to use only the upper spray jets – the lower ones might feel nice but they would eliminate the soap that he needed to accomplish his task.  As he squeezed soap onto the washcloth and began to lather it up, his cock ached for immediate release, but he knew that if he went too f ast, if he came too quickly, his desire would be back by the time he climbed out of the shower – and that wouldn’t be good.  He moved the soapy cloth down to his balls and groaned at the spasm of pleasure that shot through his body.  His cock ached to be touched, “Not yet,” he mumbled through clenched teeth.  As he massaged his balls, he felt his fangs drop – oh how he wished he could plunge them in somebody’s neck and taste their sweet elixir right now.  He moved the cloth from his balls to the base of his shaft, careful to not tighten his grip.  He moaned and braced his left arm onto the shower wall as the cloth slowly moved from the base, down his shaft on the underneath side of his cock, around the tip and then back down the shaft on the top side.  His legs wobbled slightly.  He silently cursed himself for neglecting his needs for so long.  His cock screamed at him to grab it but he held back.  He gently ran the wash cloth over it a few more times.  His throbbing was pounding in his ears.  His entire body shook at the need for impending release.  He could wait no more.   He gripped the soft cloth tight around his shaft and groaned. He needed both hands for this.  The hot water coursed down his back as he began to slowly stroke the length of his shaft.  He pressed his forehead to the shower wall as his left hand came down to cup his balls.  He could feel the impending climax reaching for him like a wave to the shore.  He deliberately slowed his hand to force it back.  He knew that he needed to bring himself to that precipice several times before he allowed it to flow over him – the climax would be much larger and the satisfaction would last longer.  Over and over he brought himself to the edge only to back off once again.  Finally, as his left knee tried to collapse from underneath him, he knew it was time.  He dropped the cloth to the shower floor – he needed to feel skin on skin for this, even if it was his own skin.  His dark eyes flew open as he watched his hand close tightly around the shaft and start to move towards the tip.  His tongue moved up to his fang and he allowed himself to pierce it.  The blood flowed into his mouth and he groaned.  It wasn’t the same as someone else’s blood, but it would do for tonight.  He felt the monster wave as it approached.  His body shivered in anticipation.  He sucked the blood from his tongue as his orgasm finally hit, watching as he exploded onto the shower wall, pulse after pulse of hot white cream landing on the tiles.  Shivers racked his body as he slowed his hand, milking the final few drops from his still throbbing cock.  He was gasping as he finally released his grip.  Placing both hands on the shower wall to keep from collapsing, he watched as the thick globs made their way down the wall, onto the shower floor and into the drain.  His cock made one final jerk, as if trying to cling to its erect state and scream “I want more” then it began to relax down his leg.  “That’ll have to do for now, but I’ll give you more soon, I promise,” he said to it.  He climbed out of the shower, dried off then wrapped a towel around his mid-section and walked through his room to his dresser.  He pulled a new pair of silk pajama bottoms from the dresser and pulled them on then he settled into the chair in the darkest corner of the room, watching her as she slept. 
    She tossed and turned throughout the night, occasionally crying out to no one in particular. Finally, as the black night turned to the grey dawn, her eyes flew open, she gasped and sat up in the bed.  She had a panicked look on