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The sun was setting on the beach as the two vampire harthen reached it. It was time for some relaxation away from the ship and the rest of the crew. Time to finally be alone together. They sat in the sand near the pulsing waves and watched the sun sink lower and lower.

Jomeiah decided it was also time for a drink. She shifted until she was behind her chosen prey and began kissing his shoulder. Neshae turned his head to kiss her back. Meanwhile her hands took hold of his and she tied them behind his back with one of her spare hair ties. There was little resistance as usual.

Jomeiah playfully nibbled at Neshae's shoulder, making her way to his neck. She wouldn't bite just yet. He was too calm. She'd have to get his blood running first before she would do anything else. She reached around him and began stroking his belly with one hand while the other went beneath his arm and lightly brushed his ribs.

"No no no no no no no!" Neshae began to squirm, his voice increasing in pitch with each "no" before the pleas melted into giggles. Jomeiah put one leg over his, trying to keep a better hold on him. His arms pressed against his sides as hard as he could manage, trying in vain to protect his helpless belly.

"I could go a bit harder if you like," Jomeiah teased as she played with his navel.

"Please don't!" Neshae laughed. Jomeiah briefly wondered why he allowed her to bind his hands so easily. He had to know what was coming by now. Was it because he secretly liked the torture and therefore was perfectly willing, or perhaps it was simply because he loved her enough to allow her to tickle him?

Either way, such thoughts were thrown aside as she could feel his pulse quicken. It was now at a satisfactory speed. Neshae gave a small gasp as her fangs pierced his skin and stopped struggling, having completely forgotten that she still tickled him.

Description
The sun was setting on the beach as the two vampire harthen reached it. It was time for some relaxation away from the ship and the rest of the crew. Time to finally be alone together. They sat in the sand near the pulsing waves and watched the sun sink lower and lower.

Jomeiah decided it was also time for a drink. She shifted until she was behind her chosen prey and began kissing his shoulder. Neshae turned his head to kiss her back. Meanwhile her hands took hold of his and she tied them behind his back with one of her spare hair ties. There was little resistance as usual.

Jomeiah playfully nibbled at Neshae's shoulder, making her way to his neck. She wouldn't bite just yet. He was too calm. She'd have to get his blood running first before she would do anything else. She reached around him and began stroking his belly with one hand while the other went beneath his arm and lightly brushed his ribs.

"No no no no no no no!" Neshae began to squirm, his voice increasing in pitch with each "no" before the pleas melted into giggles. Jomeiah put one leg over his, trying to keep a better hold on him. His arms pressed against his sides as hard as he could manage, trying in vain to protect his helpless belly.

"I could go a bit harder if you like," Jomeiah teased as she played with his navel.

"Please don't!" Neshae laughed. Jomeiah briefly wondered why he allowed her to bind his hands so easily. He had to know what was coming by now. Was it because he secretly liked the torture and therefore was perfectly willing, or perhaps it was simply because he loved her enough to allow her to tickle him?

Either way, such thoughts were thrown aside as she could feel his pulse quicken. It was now at a satisfactory speed. Neshae gave a small gasp as her fangs pierced his skin and stopped struggling, having completely forgotten that she still tickled him.