Seline has come far from Andere and I'm sure she still misses her family. Even with their sadistic nature, Satanican's tend to be close knit, at least as far as I saw. Still, it's nice to see a familiar face. She is correct. There is no Cade here, no one to steal my focus. While Cade in her innocence is enough to cause me sway, there is nothing like an experienced Satanican female like Seline to quench my satisfaction.
She allows my jaws to find purchase on her scruff, forcing her head down. I can feel her muscles tensing as she struggles, if only a little, but we both know she's enjoying herself just as much as I am. Once her head is low, I move to straddle her shoulders, dominating her as I know she likes. Even as I do so, I feel the rasp of her tongue against my jaws, tasting the blood of my newest victim. Her body rumbles like an engine with pleasure, the vibration a fire starter for the rest of my senses. I growl low in my throat in response, my voice whispering low in her ear as I rake my fangs across the cartilage of her ear.
I watch her head move and I know when she's about to strike but instead of trying to avoid the bloodshed, I give her a look, daring her to do it, wanting it. Her fangs move in swift and true, piercing the skin of my thigh as she scrapes her teeth down my leg. Her canines open the flesh in shallow cuts, warm red blood trickling down my leg as my lips curl back, a guttural snarl escaping my throat though whether its in anger or pleasure, I'm sure she can guess. I know that things could have gone south there and she could have crippled me but I took a risk, knowing what Seline and I have is different and somehow knowing she wouldn't intentionally wound me, at least not more than she knows I can handle.
I feel the rough edges of her tongue caress over my leg, tasting my blood as my eyes continue to watch. Finally she moves her body out from under me and I touch base with the ground, arching my spine as I wait to see what she'll do next. She moves back in as quickly as she retreated, crawling her body right through my legs as she maneuvers under my vulnerable stomach. I arch my back up more and flick my tail but otherwise I let her continue her journey unhampered, liking the rush of blood to my nether regions as her soft fur brushes at my underbelly. The sensation tickles my senses, making me wish it was winter all over again.
As she escapes from my legs, she brushes up against my side, her fangs scraping against my own scruff this time and I lean into her jaws, accepting her bite should she choose to deal it. When her jaws slip onto my ear though, I stiffen, watching her with one bright blue as she starts applying pressure. The snarl in my throat deepens, warning her to watch her step and the minute she gets past drawing blood, I strike, jerking my head away to leave a clean rip right through the cartilage as I dive in low and angle my jaws, aiming to grasp her windpipe in my mouth. My tail flicks back and forth now in irritation and pain, my ripped ear dripping blood onto the ground to join the blood from my leg. If I manage to grasp her windpipe, I apply pressure just as she did to my ear, just enough to pierce the flesh but not to damage her vitals. I know that my canines would only be centimeters away from her jugular veins but I don't dare try to find them. Instead I focus on the roundness of her larynx, wanting to make her breath come in short and shallow, wanting to feel the power of her life between my jaws.
She knows how much that turns me on. My eyes gleam with the thought of it, my snarls of defiance quieted down to low hums of pleasure that would vibrate through her whole body if I manage to make my mark.
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so just bite me baby
and drink all my blood
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