Ah, my bait has worked. You wish to become a slave to the undead or perhaps one yourself... well too bad, this is a trick. And you'll be finding escape impossible. I do not wish to feast upon your innards, but rather your cum.

I am a cumpire and you my darling will be my dinner tonight. You'll be helplessly stroking out your last load for me to dine on. And what will become of you? Perhaps you'll be kept as my cum slave.. but that's not likely. My dinners have short expiration dates. Just hush and fill my mouth with your lifeforce. Bon appetit!