Morbius brightened after he heard he was offered for additional blood, becoming even more anemic. "You got more left in that ovarian tank?"
"Does this solve your concerns, Morby?" Fiona squatted and voluntarily queef'd a streak of plasma throughout the floor.
"Damn! You're a living breathing slushy machine, Fiona!" Michael Morbius slammed his head to the bloody ground, tongue out. "I'm never going back to 7/11 ever again! not with that cunt of yours wafting around!"
"Hehe! What are you waiting for!" Fiona giggled, beckoning her plumber, "Let's get a morb on!"
To the bedroom they went. The ogre woman led the march across her apartment; her strutting ass creamy cheekin' with blood, while Morbius floated behind her, following the red vapor steam rising out the beast's fat snatch.
Darkness looms in the cozy sleeping quarters, only the blueish rays of the foreboding lunar glare flood through the semi open windows, working their way within the ogre's bunker's pauperized interiors. It was appropriate for an erotically charged night. With a few lit candles and rose petals sprinkled on the bed and floor, you have the ideal setting for a softcore porn video shoot. That is, until Fiona turned on the lights and everything turned into the typical low-rent wall-to-wall carpeted shithole that was your college days apartment.
Morbius noticed the scarcity of furnishings in the region. There's the bed, with its uncovered mattress and body pillows, stained brown from Fiona's drool and sweat, that was still alive and fresh, actively spreading and growing like fungus, and the drawer next to it, which has a single bowl of unfinished Caesar salad atop it.
"Quite a romantic place you got here, Fiona" Morbius said as the obnoxious buzzing of ceiling lights boiled the wax in his ears. He inserted a cassette tape into the stereo and heard the band Boston's 1976 hit song, Morb than a feeling.
"This should spice up our late night passion!"
Fiona collapsed onto her bed and dissected her legs to hand out admission to her nasty hairless troll hole. The flaps were crusty with all the bloodstains having dried up due to prolonged exposure to the chilly night air.
Hungry, Morbius bent the knee and confronted the polka-dotted CGI twat, his eyes ablaze with defiance. The green vagina was grotesquely built. The asymmetrical inner flaps were loose, sagging, and undeniably wrinkly and crumpled. The hanging lips looks like a lettuce.
"Hey Fiona! I think you got a piece of your salad stuck in your lips!" Morbius flinched away. His initial reaction was that he would never force his mouth into that monstrosity. Who knows what disease might be present. But the pangs of his appetite for blood awoke something in him, the primordial lust for consumption, the foundation of life. In order to remain sane, he must eat her out!
Fiona felt the first contact of the vampire's tongue, which in turn made her face resemble the scream mask from delicious pleasure. She bellowed out the desperation cries of a woman who haven't had her cunt eaten since her spouse lost interest in her after gaining weight.
"Yaah Morbs! Wipe it all clean like the good pussy busser you are! Yes there! Lift that clit up, you'll see some parmesan underneath" She bounced her lard over and over her squeaky bed strings, undoubtedly making her neighbors think she's having sex during a rat infestation.
Morbius almost puked when the puffy labia met his tongue for the first time. He'd never eaten something so revolting in his entire existence, but he kept it together as the familiar flavor of platelets was eventually brought to his taste buds.
"Finally! This isn't so bad after all!" praised Morbius while his tongue collected dried blood scabs from beneath Fiona's thick mound, just as Fiona slowly emptied her bowl of leafy greens.
The vampire, Michael Morbius, liquified the powdered period with his saliva as if it were a pre-workout drink, and he had never felt more energized. It was a sensation too great to be merely described by words.
"Lookie what we have here!" Fiona vocalized, "Morby's having a swell old time! How're you feeling Michael Morbius?"
"I'm not sure, sweetheart... It's hard to express," replied Morbius, "I guess you could say it's morb than words... Morb than words to show me feel, that my love for you is real"
"Aww! how romantic!" blushed Fiona, "Here have yourself a salad!"
Morbius received and chewed the veggie communion loudly as a goat, then went back to his seafood serving of crimson crotch clam. His tongue shot into and out of the folds, pulling the green pastrami with his enclosed lips; mind fogging up clouds of lust or probably just from Fiona's disgusting pussy steam, I don't know.
"Yes! Yes! Don't stop morbs, I'm close from doing the roar!" Fiona shuddered animatedly as her admirer caressed her cunt borders and sticky saliva spiraling deeper inside her birth pit. Fiona curled her toes, bucked her crotch up and opened the bloodgates, for Morbius' tongue held the keys to her cervical vault.
"ROOARR!~ Feed on my tangy flap sap, loverboy!"
Morbius felt Fiona's surging canalize his throat as tremendous waves of velvety fluid gushed to fill his stomach. He relished every flavor that the torrent had to offer, and then, relatively soon after, he felt something solid in the strawberry juice.
"Ptooey! What the?" remarked Morbius, spitting out the bizarre object, which landed on his palms. It was Fiona's menstrual clot.
"No way! Dessert just arrived!"
Morbiusly, ripples of elation passed over Morbius' bat-like features. The vampire put that cherry tart back in his mouth and proceeded to chew piggishly. In his orifice, the clot felt like gummy bears stuffed with jam fillings, slowly broken apart by the doctor's crushing impacted teeth.
"Wanna see a neat trick, Fions? I learnt this at a young age!" enunciated Michael before he begun to show of his extraordinary skills at bubblegum blowing. It was his only pastime back then since he couldn't do much else, being a crippled child and all.
"Oh Morbius! I can't believe I was eaten out by someone so talented" Fiona clapped her flat palms together in lust.
As promised, the vampire puffed excess air into the crimson blob, which then grew into a gigantic sphere that emerged from Morbius' lips. As it gradually began to expand, its redness become translucent. In a long run, it had stretched itself to its limit, becoming unstable before exploding right in front of the white canvas that was Morbius' face.
Morbius features was now splattered with red paint as if he just ate a pussy during its menstruation. Oh wait, he did... Nevermind.
"WHOOP DEE DOO!" Morbius sprang up, farted, and playfully danced a jig.
Fiona spectated the aerobics tenderly just as she noticed the pillow between Morbius' legs started to throb.
"Gimme more, Babe!" demanded the blood-lusted Morbius, "Gimme some love, Sugar!"
Nodding, Fiona began to strain her cunt. Veins covered her vagina as she struggled to push more of her hemoglobin, but too bad she had gone dry. "Oh no! We've reached a drought! I might be pregnant!"
"Oh hells nah!" Morbius voiced his concerns. "I ain't fathering no ogre love child! Quick get on your hands and knees now!"
In response to the demand, Fiona bent over, displaying her obese stench-filled derrière. Later on, Morbius splits that cherry bathed asscheeks apart like Moses dividing the red sea and mozzarella-like brown strings connecting each dough stretches with slicky sounds. The vampire afterwards, released his morbilliform cock out and promptly directed it at the monster stink wrinkle.
Morbius without any prior notice whatsoever, plugged half of his penis in the asshole and his Fiona responded with a queef. Then, as a follow-up, he would repeatedly lift his toes as high as they would go before lowering them again, angling his long dick up and down.
Not long after, Fiona abruptly poured a red waterfall out her pussy hole. It seemed Morbius' chode acted somewhat like a lever, and it's making her pump her plasma like a rusty hand pump.
"Magnificent! Quick thinking, Morbius!" Fiona praised the Doctor's ingenious way of doing a pregnancy test, "I guess those PhDs seem to be legitimate"
"I told you... all it takes is a little tweakin' around the pipes" boasted Michael Morbius, wiping his sweat from relief. Like he just said before, it's too early to be a father.
As is to be expected given that this was his main source of nutrition, Morbius captures them with his palms and drinks. His skin was getting stronger and healthier. He was full. But the pair soon ran into a new issue—the faucet won't stop flowing. That much fluid waste is unacceptable. Aside from Fiona dying, consider their water bills.
"Help me, Michael!" Fiona bellowed, "I'm dying over hereee!"
"Salvation awaits, woman!" the vampire rushed to remove his brief off, then crumpled it into a ball and corked it up Fiona's persistent pit. Slowly his Hanes got stained with red, to their surprise, it actually worked. But, although a worthy attempt, it wasn't enough to hold the waves. It squirted out and Fiona farted in surprise.
"Drats!" cursed Michael Morbius.
Anemic, Fiona desperately tries to find another solution. To her astonishment, in the midst of her panic, she actually came up with a viable approach. "Morbius! You see that drawer over there? Open it up and find a pink box inside!"
Practically nervous sweating, Morbius scours the drawer and sees a weird looking package within. "You mean this box of tampons!?"
"YES! Give it to me!"
"Well how much do you want, woman?! Be specific for God sakes!"
"ALL OF EM!"
Morbius crammed all the tampons into Fiona's hole with a single, frenetic thrust, as if he were playing that shape-sorting toys toddlers play at daycare centers. He couldn't believe Fiona was right to give her all the sticks; all Fifty of the tampons perfectly fit and sealed her one gaping cunt, leaving no extra space unfilled.
The sealing initially appeared to be a failure, much to Morbius' displeasure. Fiona's gelatinous folds trembled as a snarl erupted from within, making the fornicators await another breach, but after those agonizing, heart-stopping minutes, grace was miraculously granted to the two lovers. The ogre's red days are past.
The vampire doctor, who had initially assumed that Fiona was a goner, said, "Phew! Looks like you're going to live after all, Fiona," as he extended a hand to the patient.
Irritated by the squadron of tampons blocking her fetal outlet, Fiona accepted the assistance and stood up. "Doc, is it okay to take these off now?"
"Oh, absolutely, but first,"
Morbius reached for the empty bowl, that was smeared with leftover ranch, and hovered it just below Fiona's crotch. In an effort to rid herself of discomfort, Princess Fiona unloaded a full clip into the chinaware, allowing the bowl to get flooded with menstrual products.
With an unhinged jaw, Morbius watched his bowl get filled, radiating the lucky glow of a man hitting the jackpot in Vegas, "Oh goodie! Love me a full bowl of fresh Cheetos!"
After that, he rushed merrily to the living room and sat down in the recliner, munching on the tampons while tuning into the sports channel like he owned the place.
The erotic night would get the necessary pause it deserved. Doctor Michael Morbius was licking his stained fingers clean whilst Fiona was in the kitchen baking homemade apple pie. All were nothing but satisfaction within the household.
However, that tranquility would abruptly be disturbed when someone entered the apartment without authorization. Along with his loud, bombastic steps, a foul, swampy odor permeated the sanitary area. The wallpapers on the walls immediately tore off, turning green like the trespasser's complexion. The intruder was, the monarch of Far Far Away, Shrek!
To be continued…