Oh yes, I do love pain. When she sinks her teeth into my neck, it's only a taste of the real pain, the pain that pleases me so I do what I do best...I dig deeper. I push against her and am rewarded with crimson soaking my chest as her teeth sink deeper into my flesh. It feels like ecstacy. I groan and close my eyes, drinking it in, like I plan on drinking her in soon enough. Oh yes, I want more than just a taste of Seline. She's already satisfied me in one department, but I want more. I'm not saying I want to drain her, oh no, she's too valuable. I want her alive; in fact, I want her to beg for it. I want her to want me to drink from her. And I have no doubt that she will.
I may be alike with her and her Satanican bloodlines but my coat remains pure whereas theirs is already stained with their sins before they even commit them. Mine makes me look innocent, not capable of the things I have done. It is my own secret to keep besides the smart ones like Cade and Seline that happen to figure it out. Also, unlike them, the power of blood holds different meanings for us. for them, it's something to lust for. They like to watch it spread across the ground whereas that in itself is an abomination to me. That is a waste of blood and I can't stand it. I don't like to waste, which is why I put holes in my victims and slowly drain them dry, so nothing goes to waste, not even the heart, the source of it all. Blood is life to me, more than just something to lust for.
Her pupils dilate though when she feels my claws sinking into the tops of her paws. She knows pain too. She curls her lip and snarls but it doesn't phase me. I only growl back in pleasure. When she presses in further, I only relax more into her, trusting her with my life in this moment. If she wanted me dead, I would have been dead a long time ago. She's playing with me, trying to control me, but no one controls me. I am too proud for masters and owners. I am my own monster. I let her cut off my air, my breath stopping, my eyes dilating as my lungs struggle for air but I don't panic or struggle. I close my eyes, surrendering to whatever may come. And then she releases and I inhale deeply, letting the air suck into my lungs with a vengeance as my lips curl back, revealing my teeth in a merciless grin.
When she suddenly pushes into me releases my neck, I snarl in excitement, knowing that she's caught onto the game at work here. My eyes gleam with excitement as she rushes around me, aiming for my hindquarters first. In a flash, I turn to face her, my own parted jaws reaching out to meet hers in mid flight as she aims snaps at my back side. For every time she goes at my hide, I meet her wiht my teeth, our mouths engaging in a war of their own. Someone looking on might think wolves have figured out how to make out, our faces gnashing together, our fangs clanging against each others'. I feel her canine nick my upper lip at one point but nothing major, just a small puncture.
She dances around me, never holding still but my eyes keep up with her movement, not moving myself until she's striking. If she thinks this dance will prove her as bigger than me, she's mistaken. I can recall with perfect clarity whose mother she is and that these lands have belonged to Satanicans for a long time. I recall perfectly that she was once the queen before Cade took over. But she is not my master, not my owner. If this were a matter of pack authority, I know my place is beneath her but we've danced as equals in this and I'm not about to give it up.
I don't plan to rush her or to stand still. Neither is my usual tactic so why change it up now? I am an adapter and I play to my strengths. I know my reflexes are fast and my teeth faster. I know she's quicker than me but she underestimates my speed. There is no catching to be had. In my opinion, she's already mine. She gave me a taste and that's all it takes. There is no taking her treatment either. I like pain but I'm no one's chew toy. She can try that on some other chump but I only want scarlet staining my coat when I choose it to. I can tell she's in pain from her paws but she's working through the pain, playing through it, I should say. I curl my lips, revealing my teeth in a grin. I like it.
She targets me but I target right back, continuing to meet her mouth tooth for tooth, not giving an inch. Does this toy play back? Oh, I'd say so. The only question is, whose the toy? I think until she's admitted that I'm no one's to own, then it will remain a question. My breath hisses through my teeth as I watch her.
"Show me more."
I add one more word into the sentence now, my eyes wanting more, needing more. Put on a show for me, doll.
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əric so just bite me baby
and drink all my blood
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