She lays out like a feast before my eyes, barely breathing now as I circle around her, watching the punctures ooze thick red blood onto her once snow white coat. She looks so beautiful like this, all holey and weak, like the most delicious plate at a buffet. I lick my lips in anticipation, tasting some of her blood still on my mouth. She put up quite the fight before finally succumbing to her wounds and I hate to think of all the blood wasted in that time frame. I never expected her to just lie down and bleed, that would be asking too much, but she could have at least been a little more cooperative.
"Tsk, tsk, now you don't get to join in any of the fun."
I scold her as I stop and lean over her. I watch her fur bristle in warning, he whole body tensing, her eyes watching me with as much loathing as she can throw into it. If I had feelings, they might be hurt but as it were, I'm already too excited about the meal to come. I lick one of the punctures, savoring the rick nectar on my tongue as I close my eyes and fall into ecstacy. A groan of approval leaves my lips as I open my eyes and continue cleaning her, licking clean every wound. She starts relaxing beneath my touch but I don't know if she's being lulled into a false sense of security or if the blood loss is finally sapping her down to nothing. Either way, I will leave here satisfied today.
I've already gotten one form of satisfaction from her. We spent the night together in a cozy little hollow just outside of the forest. She told me she was planning on joining a pack but I'm afraid that's one wish that just won't come true. She fell for my act with fervor and I betrayed her with a nasty wake up call this morning. I pierced her with so many holes that I forgot to count and now she's slowly wasting away while I get my fix. How ironic.
She closes her eyes, her breathing almost non existant and I know its only a matter of time before her heart stops beating. I start making new wounds, piercing her flesh. She barely tenses, her body already surrendered to fate as I lick those new wounds, trying to get every last drop. When the wounds stop producing as much blood as I'd like, I move to her throat. She's gone completely still by this time but her heart will beat a few seconds longer. I dig into her jugular, licking up every spurt that shoots into my mouth. When it slows, I move to her chest, pulling meat and bone apart to get to my prize. When the heart thumps in front of my eyes, I wrap my jaws around it and pull it free before squeezing, luxurating in the wave that fills my mouth. When I've finally gotten every last drop, I swallow the heart and walk away, ready to get cleaned up and do some wandering. I'm in need of a distraction.
My mind filters to the stalker I've had in my past two attacks. I can sense her presence like a heartbeat. Closing my eyes, I can almost hear her pulse, almost see the blood rushing through her veins. Turning my head, I murmur, knowing she can hear me.
"Want to come out and play, my shadow? You can't hide forever."
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so just bite me baby
and drink all my blood
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