#scotish politics

[getpoliticaluk]

section 35 will be remembered with section 28 by generations of lgbtq+ people to come

We will get through this together, we will beat this with support for each other, and we will burry the tories in the dustbin of history where they belong

[just-an-enby-lemon]

The control England still has over the other UK countries os terrifying and a show of the power they still have globaly. I hope Scottland gets their independency and lead others countries to do the same.

[thebeesareback]

One of the weird things about the past 10 years of British politics is that there was such a contrast between 2014-19 and 2020-now. We had

A referendum in 2014

A general election in 2015

A referendum in 2016

A general election in 2017

A general election in 2019

And now the tories haven't had us vote on *anything* since? Other than councils and by-elections and stuff. It feels like it's been forever since our last general election, partially because we've had three prime ministers in one (1) year, and partially because I just got used to voting about once a year. I think, as well, our media pays attention to politics in the US fairly often. I know about the primaries and fucking Nikki Haley and the fact that Trump is going to be on the ballot AGAIN and, like, we haven't even had one election since the last time that happened.

Anyway, it's all bizarre and make sure you vote rat-faced Rishi Sunak out whenever he's forced to call an election. Not that anyone else is really popping my pussy, tbh

[canadianabroadvery]

[ayeforscotland]

I wonder if a lot of (american) confusion or moral oposition to scotish independence comes from a place of misunderstanding the nature of the UK-we're prone to thinking of scotland, england and whales as analogous to american states, but that isnt a tremendously accurate analogy. There are some parallels (certain states exercising outsized power in the central government, etc) but while our issues are superficially similar, they are not the same

Considering I've had some people on this website compare Texas and Scotland before, that would not surprise me.

Like I'm pretty upfront about not knowing the minutiae of American politics, it's not something I interact with on a daily basis. I've never visited the US and I've definitely never lived there.

I rarely get the same level of openness from folk who have never experienced life in the UK.

[ilovemedia]

My headcannones of each doctor who regenerations prounons (i wrote this at 12:40 pm don't judge me):

1st: any-he never paid much attention to the human concept of gender and prounons. So you can imagine his confusion when people in the 21st century asked him about his preferred prounons. he would simply shrug say he didn't mind

2nd: they/them-when they regenerated they seemed to like it better when their friends and/or enemies would uses they/them so they just kinda ran with it. I can see them doing resurch and finding the prounon fascinating. also they just give off that vibe (its the hair and recorder lol)

3rd: they/them- basicicly fuck gender. 3 is already very politically soooo. they also give me a they/them vibe from their more colourful and regel clothing. Also i can totally see the 3rd doctor saying something like "I have much more dire things to worry about then your petty human obsession with gender and such...that being said they/them works efficiently"

4th: he/they- a mix of not giveing a shit and the fact that they actual like how it sounds. I feel like he still wanted they to be used while referring to them but also liked he so when they found out alot of humans uses both he was like "oh fuck yeah" and jumped on that bandwagon

(Skipping a few cuz I haven't watched all of the doctors sorryyyyy)

8th: she/he/they- its the hair (and the clothes), this is when they dress more flamboyant agian (atleast before the time war). She gets super happy and smilely when people use her other prounons other then "he".

War: any- has got no time for that so they just wings it with what ever ppl call them (but even without the time war he would uses all)

9th: he/him- I would say he/him with a dash of "I don't really mind". Someone might call him they or she and he would just shrug and smile, but his preference would lean on he/ him.

10th: they/he- i feel like as soon as they regenerated and saved the world they looked through a dictionary and went "Oooo they/he sounds good, dont mind if I do". Switching it up this time around

11th: he/him-likes he/him alot and is not sure why, just feels good. Gets giddy when ever river calls him handsome

12th: they/them- this grumpy scotish grandpa useing they/them feels so right to me. 12 was the doctor to confirm that time lords don't follow gender roles so I think its appropriate to give them they/them prounons. Also they rerlized that their regeneration fitted they/them more becues of clara stricticly useing those prounons until she found the time to ask.

13th: all with a preference for she/her- loves how all the prounons sound when referring to her. Does favour how she rolled off the tongue tho but most ppl just uses she/her for them anyways.

[mostly-mundane-atla]

I don't know if you guys remember me talking about Lucia di Lammermoor as an opera Mai would be really into or putting its best known aria on my Ursa playlist, but you should read the book it's based on. It's called The Bride of Lammermoor by Sir Walter Scott and the ending will make you cry. Fairly slowburn gothic romance with ghosts, vows of revenge, witches, Scotish politics in the late 17th/early 18th century, and a prophesy of doom. Also a major antagonist is the heroine's mother and the embodiment of gaslight gatekeep girlboss

[grishspen12]

High Kirk of Scotland

The High Kirk (or St. Giles Cathedral) is a great piece of Scottish and Reformation history. It shows the development of the Scottish Presbyterian Church. This church served as the battleground for the Presbyterian movement. It is a living piece of Scottish history.

I chose this in particular because I love Scotland. It is an amazing country and one of the friendliest we have ever traveled. The History of the Presbyterian birth and Knox's involvement therewithin, are less than pleasant though. It was a violent start to this church, and it had its start here in St. Giles Cathedral. In 1559, Knox gave his first sermon here, and in it, he brutally attacked what he viewed as corrupt catholic inherited practices. He was in favor of the Calvinist views of Switzerland, and he was determined to bring this view back to his home of Scotland's capital, Edinburgh. One of the greatest ties between the Scottish Presbyterian Church and St. Giles is found in the protest of the Anglican prayer books that were introduced. This famous riot would aid in the religious war that would follow, and through that war--as war is always sad but that can yield some good, too--the distinctions between the Scots, Irish, and English and their subsequent religious structures would be determined in this war. This war, the War of the Three Kingdoms, would undoubtedly have its ties to St. Giles and the stout preaching of John Knox.

One thing that surprised me about the High Kirk was the connection between this church and the political scene of Scotland. It was the home to the Scotish Parliament for a long while, and it has been the site of many religious, social, and civic ceremonies and gatherings. In recent times, the queen was taken here for a while in a sort of "waiting in state" ceremony after her passing: it was a show of unity and peace between the crown, which once imposed prayer books, and the people, who back then rebelled and protested against the King of Great Briton.

[dragonstepp]

Scottish Kings gin

I finally got my two most recent orders of Scotting Highland Gin today (Scottish Kings)and I am enjoying a couple of wee drams before I go to bed. I love reading through Tumblr, and I hope at some point I am going to understand how best to use it. I have tried so many times to reach Sam Heughan to tell him how much I like his non-celebrity activities, and have finally given up on his. I love everything Scottish, and as I read through so many posts about his politics and heredity, I can truthfully say that my heart and soul belong to the Highlands. I am a pagan from the Celtic tradition, and believe in reincarnation, and have lived at least one, probably two, lives in the Highlands. My daughter has traced me back to a James, not the king, but someone from Scotland. I don't know what that means, but I am a Scot Highlander at heart and soul. I am pro-Scotish Independence, but do not know the people running for the position head. I welcome any education about it all. I am an 82-yo woman with a body that old, but am mind not that old. I love Scots foods and have ordered many of them from Amazon. I do not know why I was born in Texas in 1940, but I suppose there is a reason for everything. I welcome all Scots who want to interact with me. I welcome all Scots lovers who want to interact with me. And I welcome all wanna-be Scots who want to interact with me. I am a superliveral Socialist Democrat. So chat with me if you agree; if not well, I believe in accepting all beliefs, but you know who I am. Slainte Carol Stepp Austin, Texas

[lesbiansandgayssupporttheminers]

Scottish results day today, and the “standardisation” method used by SQA has hammered the poorest pupils the most.

Is anyone surprised?

[starkey]

are you going to any of the protests?

Sorry for the delay in replying, I’ve been out all day.

I live in Glasgow, where there were originally three protests organised, and where, for the record, lockdown is still fairly tight.

The first protest is a kneel-in demonstation, which the organisers have asked people not to come to the city centre attend - it’s a limited protest to allow for social distancing measures. The second protest was organised by Taliah Simumba, however after discussing the issue with BLMUK, community leaders and health professionals, it was decided that the event would be cancelled. She is working to organise an online protest space with Clyde Built Radio. The third appears to be organised by white students, and does not seem to be so well organised, or in touch with black community leaders. The organisers have gone as far as posting a photo of a first aid kit with the caption ‘not first aid trained but we’ll have this if things go south.’

The reasons for the limitations of the first protest and the cancelling of the second can be read through the links but essentially it comes down to this: an estimated 21000 people from BAME communities in the UK have died in the past 10 weeks as a result of covid. They constitute 34% of all deaths in the UK—which already has one of the worst death tolls in the world. The percentage within BAME hospital professionals is higher still. This abject and systemic failure of the government to protect the BAME population in this country constitutes one of the most significant acts of racial violence in the UK in recent times. It is absolutely reprehensible, and we need to urgently hold our government to account for it.

I’m inclined to agree with the BMA and other public health professionals who are currently warning that the government (specifically the british government) eased lockdown too prematurely, with the number of new daily infections and deaths still being too high, and without an adequate track-and-trace system in place. A second wave of infections would inevitably impact on BAME people disproportionately, and I think we have to think very carefully about how we protest in this setting. Having attended many protests in the past, I honestly can’t see how a protest with thousands of attendees in a location like a city centre can safely socially distance - given that masks do very little to prevent the spread infection.

I know this isn’t what anyone wants to hear at a time like this, but I would prefer to look to black community leaders in my area, in the context of my own country, before acting rashly or performatively, or in a way that risks the lives of people who are already vulnerable. Scotland’s history in oppressing racial minorities is as brutal and devastating as the rest of the UK—the country is a relic of imperialism and it’s economic success was built on the back of the slave trade (which anyone who’s walked along Jamaica street or Virginia Court should reflect upon). While I’m proud of my country and my city for the steps it has taken towards combating racism in more recent years—things like granting Nelson Mandela freedom of the city in the 80s and UoG’s system of reparative justice—it is still a country that is mired in racism and xenophobia. That’s something we all need to keep fighting, every day, year in and year out, until things change.

[dappercyborg]

[crazy-mane]

I'm a UK citizen so I feel like I should be spreading this message as much as anyone else can. Brexit will ruin the UK, sending us into an inevitable economic and social depression. If you follow me and live in the UK please message your local MP (or a few in other areas you've lived in) , it takes 2 seconds just paste a name in the email or just leave it blank. The point is to send an overwhelming message. If you're not from the UK, please repost this to try and spread the message

[0sbrain]

i was reading a fic set in 1949 spain and... you people do know about the spanish civil war and franco's dictatorship right?

like what the fuck are demoman (scotish so they'd assume he's a protestant. one of the pillars of the dictatorship was catholicism, so there was an extreme religious persecution. not to mention he's black) and heavy (russian so they'd assume he's a soviet communist. he'd be persecuted for obvious political reasons, but i don't think you understand how obvious. they changed the name of little red riding hood to little flushed riding hood and russian salad to national salad.) hanging out and having drinks (in 1949 spain was still going through the post war. food was rationed and people were starving. there was a black market for basic goods such as bread or oil called straperlo)

like couldn't they go ANYWHERE ELSE???

[rogueadventuresbeyond]

The Northern Country

Northern Ireland and the Republic of Ireland are two countries on one very small island in the Atlantic Ocean right off Europe. After visiting the city of Dublin we made our way to the city of Belfast, the capital of Northern Ireland.

Because of the Treaty that spilt the island of Ireland 26 counties went to the Republic and 6 were left to Great Britain. This spilt has led to much discord on the border and many of the cities in Northern Ireland.

We began our adventure in Belfast with a bus tour of the city. Cities like Belfast were under strict supervision from the British Army, including actual structures and walls built between those that sided with the British and those that sided with the Republic of Ireland. The country of Northern Ireland is a very divided country because of their history with Great Britain.

Belfast is a less industrial city due to the conflict and fighting that has occurred within the city walls. The people are divided in their politics because of their anger at the English crown or their loyalty to it. One thing I have noticed is that because there is so much discord, there is so much more blatant "patriotism" of Great Britain.

After a somber visit to the Titanic Museum we made our way out to Derry. The importance of the Titanic District in Belfast is how much the building of the Titanic and the sister ships ment to the community that they still take a somewhat positive look on at least the building and the work that the ship did for the community.

Before we made our way to the next city, we made our way to Giants Causeway. A place right on the ocean and an important rock formation that was created by volcanic activity millions of years ago. This includes the Irish legend of giants Finn and Una MaCool and Angus the Scotish giant. This is an important lesson for the Enchanted Women class because Una was the one who out smarts Angus and gets him to leave.

Giants Causeway is a very beautiful place and has been featured in things such as Game of Thrones and Hellboy 2. The ocean and the rocks make a stunning scene for anything that could possibly be imagined. As you feel the wind beat against your jackets and take in the salty sea air, it makes you forget the hike back up hill.

Some of the best parts of our trip are when they place us in nature and say "be back by this time, have fun kids." This is because it takes nature so much time to create the way things are and that just by itself is beautiful and an important life experience.

The city of Derry or Londonderry or the Walled City was the next city we stopped in. This is a border town basically and you can feel the unspoken tension in city. As the town has been separated between Catholics and Protestants for centuries, with Protestants in power and wealth, even short term visitor such as ourselves felt the imbalance and division of the community.

~MM~

1st photo Belfast mural/division wall

Rest Giants Causeway

[hypnofur1]

Out For Delivery in Dallas

By Hypnofur

Mid February 2021

The irony was, none of the three beings in this tale had lived in Dallas for more than a month. Brittany and Timothy Cosgrove had just purchased their expensive condo on the North side of Dallas in January. Carlos Torres had been living in El Paso Texas for a very long time, and had just recently come to the Dallas area.

None of them, actually no one in all of Texas, expected the winter blast they got in mid February. The entire state was a disaster. Texans just didn’t know how to handle winter weather. Brittany and Timothy had just moved here from Indianapolis, so to them, this wasn’t even that bad a winter storm. However, agreeing to the purchase of matching his and her’s Corvettes was part of the Brittany’s compromise to get her husband to agree to move to Dallas. Brittany had just gotten a job with one of the DFW area’s top hospitals as their chief nutritionist. More importantly, she had struck a deal with the ABC affiliate to be their on air Nutrition expert. Brittany’s ultimate goal was to parlay her beauty, and nutrition expertise, into a gig on the national scene. Good Morning America or something.

Timothy knew this, and he loved Brittany very much. He would have moved to Dallas without the Corvette deal, as he knew it was a much bigger media market than Indy. However, he was an attorney, and it was in his DNA to negotiate. Thus, the two corvettes. He of course didn’t know it was going to snow here in Texas, thus, he didn’t really care much that his luxury condo was on one of the few hills in Dallas. Corvettes did not go up hill in the snow very well.

It was about 6:00 when Brittany forced Timothy to watch the #freebrittany documentary with her on FX. She was always fascinated with Brittany Spears, due to them having the same name and being about the same age. Timothy agreed to watch it, as he had been hogging the TV with sports for a few days now. By the time the show was over, it was like 7:30, and both were starving.

Each of the young urban professionals scanned their phones for some place that would deliver. But between the weather and power outages all around, there were no good restaurants that were options. The only place open was a McDonalds two blocks away.

“No way!” Brittany laughed. “Tim, I haven’t been to a McDonalds in like 11 years. I’m not starting tonight. I’ll starve first thanks.”

“OK, but I don’t want to. Come with me, you can at least get a salad. They have those.” Tim negotiated.

“Do you know what is in those???” Brittany said, then stopped herself. She had learned a while ago that people didn’t like when she annoyingly listed all of the bad ingredients in food. “Argh, ok. I’ll take a walk with you there.” She relented with a smile.

Once there, she remembered how much she loved Orange Soda. Tim smiled, but didn’t tease her about it. She appreciated that. She actually hated being teased. She snuggled up to him as they walked out of the McDonalds and headed back to their condo through the snowy mess.

Carlos was also very hungry on this winter night. He was miserable, he absolutely hated the cold. Born in Mexico, and then spending a tremendous amount of time in El Paso, he had never had to deal with cold and snow like this. He wished he was back in Mexico this evening. Carlos’ move to Dallas wasn’t based on career advancement though, it was based on Covid-19 vaccinations. More specifically, the blood of humans who had been vaccinated.

This past year had been the worst of Carlos’ 209 on this earth. The last 150 in El Paso had been wonderful. Feeding on the blood of Mexican immigrants who crossed the border with little identification. Knowing that the secretive nature of the illegal immigrant community would stop any real deep inquisitions into mysterious deaths. It was also nice and warm. It was the perfect place for the vampire.

However, Covid-19 changed all that. Feasting on the blood of a human with Covid made him incredibly sick, for weeks at a time. Over and over everytime he bit someone with the disease. He eventually learned how to smell Covid, but only in humans that had it bad. He, like everyone else, couldn’t detect it in the asymptomatic. Therefore, also like everyone else, he was very pleased when the vaccines started coming out. Much to his pleasure, he could smell the chemicals in vaccinated humans’ blood. He could detect who was vaccinated, and who was not.

That’s why he migrated up to Dallas. People in El Paso were getting the vaccine, but it was largely the elderly. Elderly blood didn’t taste nearly as good as the blood of those in their prime. The large medical community in Dallas meant lots of people in their 20’s and 30’s who had gotten the vaccine as part of the ��first responder” roll out.

Brittany and Timothy had both received their shots (both doses) in Indianapolis. Brittany got it because she worked for a hospital, and she was able to get Timothy in because of her connections. As he approached the young urban couple, Carlos could smell the Moderna in them. He had quickly come to love that scent. His mood, which had been quite dour due to the snow and ice and cold, was quickly improving. He thought he’d have a very hard time finding food tonight, but here it was being delivered right to him.

Brittany and Timothy saw the short, somewhat rotund Mexican man approaching them as they were still laughing about McDonalds. Brittany had actually gotten a refill of Orange Soda before they left. They laughed as they joked about cameras seeing them and her soda getting reported to ABC. Carlos was really caught off guard by this weather, and was wearing what would be considered “summer clothes”.

“Look at this poor guy” Timothy said to his wife. While he was a very aggressive, very greedy corporate attorney, he was also very kind and generous. That is one of the reasons Brittany loved him with her whole heart and soul.

“Are you ok my friend?” Timothy asked the man as he and his wife slowly came to a stop on the icy hill to greet the stranger who was coming up it.

“Actually, I’m very hungry and I hate the cold.” the man answered back. Neither Brittany or Timothy immediately noticed that unlike them, when he spoke, there was no steam coming from his mouth on this frigid evening.

“Here, why don’t you take my scarf and some money. There is a McDonalds two blocks North. They are open, we just came from there.” Timothy said, handing the man both his expensive scarf, and $50. Brittany had never loved him more. As she watched with love and admiration as her tall, athletic, handsome husband committed a random act of kindness for a hungry, short, poor, sexy Mexican man.

Wait, why do I find that little guy sexy? Brittany suddenly asked herself. What was it about him? She studied him a little more, and as she did, she felt her pussy actually tingle a bit. God, he was hot. She had never been attracted to Hispanic guys before, especially little short fat ones. What the hell was going on? Why was he so fucking sexy? Brittany was suddenly very glad she had put a cute outfit on and decided to look good going to McDonalds.

“Do you live around here?” Carlos asked Timothy.

“Y-yes” Timothy answered, also oddly affected by the stranger as well.

“Do you own your home?” Carlos asked.

“yes” Timothy confirmed again.

Now Carlos’ mood really improved. Humans knew a lot about Vampire lore, but there were some things that they didn’t truly understand. This was very true surrounding some of the rules of being invited into a home. It could only be done by the true owner of the home. Therefore, renters could not invite a vampire in. Also, another little known fact was that a vampire could hypnotically compel his victim to invite him into their home, but only if the victim was not currently in the home. So, that meant while he couldn’t just knock on a door and get someone to invite him in, these two humans that were “out for delivery” fit the bill just perfect.

“Soy tu Maestra” Carlos said to Timothy, who understood perfectly as he stared back deep into the vampire’s eyes. “Invitame a tu casa”

“Please, won’t you come inside?” Timothy asked.

This was enough to wake Brittany from the light sexual trance she was in. She suddenly felt the coolness of her now damp panties. Wait, Tim shouldn’t invite a stranger into their home… “Tim, hold on…” she said.

“Mirame a los ojos” Carlos said to the Irish Scotish Italian American beauty who took French in high school and did not speak a lick of Spanish. Yet, her eyes immediately darted to his. She could almost feel her thoughts being unavoidably pushed aside. Even her concern over this odd situation was fading away, replaced by a growing sexual attraction, and a need to submit… to obey as he said to her, “Soy tu Maestra”

“Lead the way” Carlos directed Timothy. The husband took his wife’s hand and lead the stranger the rest of the way down the snow covered street back to their condo. Brittany continued to look back at Carlos, she couldn’t help it. He was so fascinating, so sexual. She tried to stop herself. She knew she was married, and she had truly never wanted anyone other than Timothy since they met a decade ago. But Carlos, the short, pudgy little Mexican man, was absolutely irresistible.

Carlos asked Timothy to formally invite him in once more as they reached the condo. He of course obliged. Carlos looked around as he stepped inside. First of all, it felt nice to be warm again. He was also glad he had found these two out and about in a neighborhood that actually had power. So much of Texas was in the dark. The condo was very tastefully decorated, and Carlos could quickly tell that the couple had money.

He politely asked Brittany to lock all the doors and close all the blinds, which she did immediately. She was so turned on by him that she didn’t even wonder why he was doing that. When the last of the drapes were pulled closed, he thanked her. They locked eyes. She felt her heart jump and her nipples harden. Her pussy was already soaked. She seductively walked over to him as he embraced her in a long sensual kiss. Carlos was all that mattered to her. Timothy had been forgotten.

However, Timothy had not forgotten her. The sight of his beautiful, beloved wife passionately making out with another man was enough to snap him out of his trance.

“Brittany, stop! Something is fucked up here!” Timothy shouted.

Carlos stopped kissing and glared over at Timothy. Brittany however was still kissing his face as he looked away, lovingly stroking his hair, completely in his thrall. Timothy felt a cold chill as Carlos cast his eyes upon him.

The vampire gently took Brittany’s arms and placed them down by her side as she continued to stare down Timothy, to stare down his prey. Timothy knew his life was in danger. Fight or flight kicked in, but with his wife also in trouble, he couldn’t escape. He had no choice but to fight. He lunged at the much smaller Carlos.

With supernatural quickness and strength, Carlos caught the pouncing Timothy by the neck with his hand. He then lifted him up with one arm, rising his shoes about two feet off the ground. Timothy’s eyes widened at shock as he realized the might of this beast. Carlos angrily threw Timothy over the granite kitchen island, causing him to smash the stools on the other side. With equal quickness, Carlos leapt over the island and feasted on Timothy’s neck. Quickly and efficiently, he drained the attorney of blood and life force. The vampire felt his own strength grow with each ounce.

Brittany’s kiss with Carlos had exchanged some bodily fluids between them. Even some of Carlos’ saliva in her mouth was enough to keep her much deeper under his spell than Timothy had been. However, this was her beloved husband on the ground, being attacked by this stranger. She slowly moved over to the counter and peered over to see what was happening.

“Timothy?” she said quietly, causing Carlos to stop feeding and turn his attention to her.

His mouth showing only trickles of blood (he had spent years learning how to eat cleanly), he rose from his victim. Brittany’s eyes were stuck on her lifeless husband on the kitchen floor. Carlos looked at her as he moved slowly to her. He heard her breathing get quicker as he got closer. She had a look on her, like she was asking him to fuck her right now but did not have the courage to say anything. He had seen that look many times. Slowly, Carlos circled her, getting behind her, grinding his hard cock in his pants along her ass. "He was your husband, but he wasn’t your Master, was he?"

"No." Brittany said softly and immediately Carlos dropped his pants. Brittany was in heat and followed, pulling her skirt down along her knees. Instantly, she was bent over the counter and getting rammed by his vampiric cock in her tight pussy.

"Harder! Fuck me Harder!" Brittany begged him, speaking in a way she never had. "Oh! My! God!" she repeated with every thrust he pushed. Her hands knocking over things on the counter as he thrusted.

"Yesss my slave!" Carlos said, fucking her with all his might, grunting like a wild animal,. Brittany wrapped her arms around his waist encouraging him go even harder.

Carlos turned the married nutritionist around and she quickly stepped out her skirt. He picked her up like she was a feather, Brittany let out a loud yelp, and sat her on his rigid cock as he really started fucking her. Brittany was bouncing on his cock up and down, her shirt pulled up to reveal her tits. Their chests sliding along each other as she rose and fell on his cock.

Brittany looked him dead in the eyes and move in for a passionate sloppy kiss, not noticing or caring about the bits of Timothy’s blood. Carlos kept his fast fucking motion as he returned her kiss. They tongues were dancing and exploring each other's mouths.

Brittany pulled away and kept screaming, "Yassss!! Give it to me! FUCK ME MASTER!"

Carlos pulled her into his cock as he thrusted in, as he lets out some powerful grunts, BAM! Brittany let out whimper and moan as she bounced off his hips, before she could escape the full length of his cock, Carlos pulled her back in again and with even more force. BAM! BAM! BAM

Brittany was beyond her limits, she was dead weight barely able to keep herself on him as she flopped around, obsessively thanking and begging creature who had just killed her husband.

Finally Carlos lifted her off his cock and set her down on her knees. Then aggressively grabbed her head and plunged his cock into her mouth. Brittany had never sucked a cock before, but she quickly got up to speed as she was getting used to her new Master’s cock. It began to slide inside her mouth easily as she began gulping it in with each thrust. Saliva was running down chin and onto her chest.

"Yes my pet!" Carlos screamed, as pulled his glistening cock out her mouth. He held his cock by the base slapping Brittany side to side until...

"Uhhhhnnnggg!" Carlos's wailed, as he shot several thick stream of creamy white cum onto Brittany's face.

Carlos brought Brittany's face back in and immediately, she knew what to do. Her succulent lips instantly wrapped around his cock’s head and began sucking the remaining juices out and around his cock. Carlos knew full well that his essence was going to give him full and utter control of this beautiful woman.

When she was finally finished, he looked down at her. “What do you do for work?” he asked. He noticed his English was much better after consuming Timothy’s blood. Little things like that always intrigued him, even after 150 or more years of being a vampire.

“I’m a nutritionist” she answered him as she lovingly caressed his leg, still on her knees.

Carlos laughed, as he briefly wondered what the nutritional value of a vampire’s cum was. “Where do you work?”

“Baylor Specialty Hospital, here in North Dallas” she answered. Her heart jumped as her Master nodded approvingly.

“Can you get me to the coroner?” he asked, as he began the plan to dispose of Timothy without alerting the authorities. The coroner would become his human slave, just as Brittany would. There was some work ahead of him, but for what began as a cold hungry night, this unexpected delivery had drastically improved Carlos’ outlook here in North Dallas.