"―Ahh, my gosh... how could this be...?"
"I must thank you for the chance to meet you. You had already become mine since you invited me to this mansion in that evening party... Well, the next is your right leg."
"He, hehe, it's a dream, I must be in hideous nightmare―― Aghhhhh!!"
"Come on. Please gather below me in line. I wanna make a half dozen all at once, so please huddle up more to the center of my cape-body, my dear cigars."
"Kiss it in token of your obedience. If you do it that, you’ll be able to get the honor of being put you to my lips, like your beloved."
"I feel your fresh nectar gets seeping into every fiber of my being. Mmm... Tastes so gooood...♥"
At an evening party, the Count approached a gentleman in a friendly way and brought it to the smoking room. He declined a cigar which it offered, and began to smoke a human cigar as usual. But it didn't taste as good as he thought it would. He summoned a footman here reluctantly.
The devotee had been eagerly awaiting this night. To be wrapped all over in master's cape, held tightly and give own blood, that was his wish.
He bent his neck and offered it. It was just the right posture for his master, not even have to put his arms out from inside his cape.