“Don’t worry, lad. XXX Now, on his eighteenth birthday, he would be gifted something much more…. “Vampires can’t reproduce…”
Ser Bareth wasted no time in running headfirst into the halls of the castle until he came upon a bundle of cloth within a great and black veiled crib. It’s shrill sounds rang from somewhere within the walls of the great and ancient castle. He could feel her nipples as her hands wrapped around his back and pulled him close to her. “The last of your kind, Azar. A trail of white light streaked from his eyes. He grabbed the breast of his beloved and flicked her nipple lovingly before looking up at Bareth and his sword. Blood ran along her chin and dripped down her chest along her pale breast. Their bodies were wrapped around one another and writhing in pleasure. Adar again turned.
