Something tells me Sookie's getting bored with the conversation about Munashii wolves. Perhaps there is something else she'd like to discuss more? I don't want to bore her, after all. She shrugs and tells me that she had to end them, as easily as if to say she stepped on a rock on the way here. My smirk broadens. I like her style. I'm starting to understand more why I chose this female as my second. I take a daring step toward her, my eyes steaming. I don't know whether to thank you for destroying what could have very well became a problem later on or punish you for ending the lives of your fellow pack members. I lean in next to her muzzle, lightly running my nose along her jawline. Which do you think you deserve? My eyes never leave hers, wanting to gauge her reaction.
i back off in time for her to shake her head and chuckle, admitting that there must be someone else in charge by now but that she hasn't been there. I tilt my head some as she grins sheepishly, telling me she'd try to share with me. My eyes gleam. I'm sure it'll only lead to benefits for both of us in the end. Leaving her to read into that as she will, I try to read her expressions. She seems to like the worry on my face as if reassured that I do care, even if I don't remember just how much I used to. I wonder if we used to talk like this or if it was something different then. Was it better or not as deep? I feel like I can tell her anything.
When I offer up Andere, she wags her tail and tells me she could try but that she might lose control. I grin, flashing deadly fangs. Well forgiveness isn't really in my forte but I guess I could try for you. Maybe if there's a good reasoning behind it, I can let you slip with a warning...but you only get one so use it sparingly. My tone is neither scolding nor serious, leaving a teasing sound to lilt my speech. She giggles again and looks around at our surroundings and I do the same. Yes, I guess it is kind of ironic that we sit here talking about behaving while I just got done draining a wolf and she just ate a wolf's heart. Funny how things work out.
I notice the change in her expression though when I mention something holding her back. Her eyes grow distant for a few seconds, just long enough for me to understand that there is someone else. She may not be faithful to him but she at least stops to think about him. That means something. It only lasts a few seconds though before she's looking scrumptious as ever, stepping forward to push her head into my chest. I take comfort from the contact, a deep rumbling in my chest to let her know I like where she's going with this. I listen to her voice, a tell tale sign of good things to come. I do wonder about the other one who made her hesitate but I certainly won't think long enough to miss out on my chance with this deadly beauty.
Your wait is over. I whisper into her ear, my head tucked, my muscles relaxing, the cue to let her do as she will. She reacts instantly, pushing at me and I fall gracefully to her weight, letting her take control as she straddles over my lean body, running her rough tongue over my face. I can see that she's tasting the blood, cleaning it from my ghostly coat so I try to remain as still as possible, letting her do what she wants, my body her puppet for now as my eyes watch her hungrily. Once my coat is getting about as clean as its going to get, a rumbling growl of pleasure leaves my throat at about the same time as I decide to take control, jaws parting as I reach up for her, aiming to grasp around her throat, gently but rough enough to put pressure on her and let her know that I'm in control now.
Once grasped, I move slowly so as not to damage her throat, moving her over onto her back as I roll over and straddle her this time. Once standing over her, I let go, my paw taking the place of my jaws, pushing down just enough to hold her in place. I take my nose and start running it softly down the center of her chest, ruffling her fur, my breath hot and hard on her skin as I part her fur with my snout. Once i've moved down her chest, I slowly move back up it until I'm at her jawline. My tongue rolls out of its cage to trace the contours of her jaw, parting her lips to lick at her teeth, demanding entrance to her inner cavity. I let my upper canine rake gently across the top of her muzzle, just enough make a pink line on her tender flesh.
I watch her eyes the entire time, looking for any hesitation, any regret, cause once I go so far, there's no turning back. Sookie.....you're mine.
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so just bite me baby
and drink all my blood
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