The Legend of Promethieus

It was a cold morning, the fog still obscured most of the quaint english town. In the village church, a shy, handsome monk named Promethius slept in his humble cot. He lived most of his life in solitude, reading books. The priests hated him and would only let him ring the bells up in the steeple. As promethius rang the bells he would look out across the village and its inhabitants from afar, keeping an eye out for trouble. Little did anybody know, he was also a vampire slayer, he protected the town for his entire life, a life of great risk and no thanks. Promethius let out a long, drawn out sigh, another boring day of monotony was about to begin, or so he thought. A piercing scream echoed through the early morning. Without hesitation, Promethius lept from steeple, running full speed in the direction of the noise. As he scrambled over the cobblestone road, he pulled a wooden stake from a picket fence, and then found the source of the scream. A woman, lay on the ground, and above her stood a vampire. Not just any vampire, a vampire, with an erection.
Promethius confidently approached the leering monster with a bulge in its trousers. With unbridled fury, the vampire sprang forth, but was impaled through the crotch by Promethius's stake.
"wood on wood" muttered Prometheus as the vampire exploded into ashes. The woman he just saved sat up, turned to Promethius, wooshing her long red hair.
"are you allright?" he asked. "Yes, thanks to you"
"you should get home miss, the streets are not safe." The woman then asked him, "can you walk me home?" He consented, and escorted the beautiful woman home, keeping constant vigil, wary of aroused vampires.
As they arrived at the woman's humble cottage, she noticed her stoic savior was bleeding. "your hurt, come inside so I can dress your wounds"
"No" the monk replied, "Its just a flesh wound, there is nothing I need from you." The woman unbuttoned her overcoat and tossed it aside, revealing the garb of a nurse. "I'm a nurse, let me heal your wounds." The monk surveyed the nurse, carefully eyeing her. Her clothing clung to her body, stretched over her exquisite figure. "maybe there is somethign I need from you." said the monk as he followed the nurse into her cottage.
The couple strided into the humble, candlelit domicile. As the angst-stricken monk sat on the nurse's soft bed, she began to strip off the monk's robes. As the monk's robes fell away, the light from the rising sun burst fourth from the overcast sky and illuminated the monk's chiseled physique. The nurse let out a small gasp as she took in the arousing sight. She bandaged his scrapes and cuts, slowly rubbing white anticeptic cream all over his hard, muscular body. "Does it hurt anywhere else?" The nurse inquired breathily. "here" replied the monk as he raised his arm. The nurse slowly, gently kissed his arm. "Anywhere else?" whispered the nurse. The monk raised his hand, revealing a bruise inflicted by the aroused demon. The nurse took his strong, manly yet soft hand in her own, then kissed it. The monk let out a moan of pleasure as she rapped her lips around his finger and drew upon it succulently. "anywhere else?" moaned the nurse breathlessly. Without saying a word, the heavy breathing man pointed to his obviously uninjured lips. Looking deep into eachother's eyes, the monk and the nurse leaned in, and thier lips met. After what felt like an eternity, the wet, slurping kiss ended. The monk looked up to the nurse, whos mouth still hung agape with her eyes still closed. "when we kiss," said the monk "its like our lips are touching". The nurse, with her busom heaving in passion, threw herself on the monk, kissing him fervantly. After the kiss, the nurse said; "when we kissed, it was like our uvulas were touching". The monk kissed the woman yet again, sticking his tounge into her mouth. As they rolled around on the bed, grunting in passion and tasting eachother's saliva, the front of the monk's pants began to advance. Upon feeling the object rub against her leg, the nurse said "you really get to the point". She grabbed at the love organ, and the stimulation further fueled the burning desire in the monk. His wood, turned from a seedling to massive redwood tree. Unable to contain his pulsing romance worm any longer, his pants tore apart and fell to the floor. Beads of sweat began to form on the forehead of the nurse, as she bit her lip in uncontrollable desire. She tore away at her clothes, revealing her large, pale succulent breasts. The monk took her breast in his mouth and drew upon it intensely. The nurse gasped in pleasure, arching her back as she took hold of his purple headed warrior. As the monk began to massage the nurse's neck, hips and tender nipples with his fingers, lips and tongue, she began to gyrate her hips, tempting him to go further. He then mounted her and began to make love with the speed of a sewing machine. Moaning and gasping, thusting and grinding, squeezing and stretchingm grabbing and pulling, they made love. Kissing and lickingm sucking and groping, grunting and screaming, bouncing and falling, they made love. Squealing and writhing, slamming and pounding, humping and pumping, riding and slurping, they made love. "Oh baby, you sweat like a racehorse." said the monk. "mmm" retorded the nurse with a HOARSE voice "you sweat like a pedophile at a playground." The nerse then held her ankles behind her years and yet again the monk made love to her.
"say my name, bitch!"
"Oooh Prometheius"
the monk slapped the nurse, then said "say it again!"
"oooh PROMETHEIUS!"
And so it was Prometheius the vampire hunting monk finally got gratitude, got loved, got recognition and got laid.