In the eerie silence of the abandoned crypt, Geralt and Regis find solace in each other's company. Geralt, his mind filled with thoughts of battle and blood, feels a different kind of hunger stirring within him. Regis, sensing his mentor's turmoil, takes Geralt's hand, guiding it to his own crotch. Geralt feels Regis' hardness through the fabric, his own cock twitching in response. With a growl, Geralt tears off Regis' pants, revealing his long, thick cock. Geralt, his eyes never leaving Regis', takes the vampire's cock in his hand, stroking it gently at first, then with increasing fervor. Regis' moans echo through the crypt, his cock pulsing with need. As Geralt's strokes become more insistent, Regis' cock throbs, and he spills his seed, coating Geralt's hand with his warm cum. Geralt, his eyes filled with a primal satisfaction, licks his hand clean, tasting Regis' essence.