That night, she'd told him, he could not come to her until he'd taken it
in the ass from his nightly prey; she told him she wanted to see cum
dripping from his anus or she'd leave him on the porch until just before
dawn.    She told him to come naked, knowing he could use his vampire
powers to hide that fact from mortal eyes, taunting him that other
Kindred would see him in the Emperor's new clothes.  He did, too,
burning with shame and lust, having somehow enjoyed letting the human
mount him, though not as much as he'd enjoyed biting the man's wrist
while he bucked and sucking down the hormonally enhanced blood from the
veins.  He kneeled on her porch, letting the Masque drop, as she always
looked through her peephole to make sure he had done so before letting
him in.   Neighbors could see him, though none had to his knowledge
commented.  "Should I let you in," she asked him as she stood in the
open door.  She motioned him to turn around, he did so, pressing his
face to the ground, so she could see the white thick liquid oozing out
of him.  "Yes, you can come in.  Crawl and keep your cheek on the
floor," she said.  He did... he felt the coolness of the floor as he
scooted inside.  She kicked off her shoes, and sat down in her chair,
and he licked her feet clean, carefully.  Only when they were spotless
did he bite delicately into her toe; he felt her flinch a bit, and felt
a combination of guilt and anticipation, then her blood trickled onto
his tongue and he felt her convulse in pleasure; this was her favorite
part, and she stroked his back and ass with a feather, not that he felt
it much, but she enjoyed it.  He heard Patrice's voice... oh... his
other ghoul was here?  He did not like her to see him like this; but
that of course made it even better, that he hated it, it was all mixed
up, you see.  Oh yes... a treat tonight... she was going to immobilize
him and burn him.... send him into screaming Rotschreck and pain
tonight.  Yes, Drake was happy.