Even as I pull away, the rip in my ear squirts crimson blood at the lady at my side, staining her perfectly white fur as a gleeful smirk tugs at her lips. I've never seen a female so overjoyed to get a little dirty. My ear is throbbing with the new sensation of pain but I feed off of it, licking at the tiny droplet that managed to hit the corner of my lips when I jerked away. Even my own blood tastes divine. I can feel it dripping from my ear but it should clot up soon and not do too much damage as far as what gets on the inside of my ear. If it doesn't, I'll have to rub some dirt in it, so to speak.
I lash out, my jaws gaping and aiming for her precious windpipe and instead of dodging as I know without a doubt she could have done, she allows the risk to her very life and I feel my fangs pierce her tender flesh. I squeeze without mercy, knowing just how much jaw pressure I can put on the vital pipe without sending her to a grueling suffocating death. I can feel her breath vibrating my mouth now ever time she breathes in or out, the sound shaky and oh so delicious to my ears.
I can't see her face from here but I would think I know her well enough to know she's probably smiling right about now, lost in the bliss of knowing her life is mere centimeters from being extinguished with one wrong move. She's a junkie like I am, a prisoner to the pain and a glutton for punishment. What are we? I couldn't even begin to define the relationship between Seline and I. Some would say lovers. Others might say it's a love/hate thing but I don't even try to put a name to it. We are what we are and that's good enough for me. Just as I strive to dominate her, she fights back, always asking for more and I love that about her. She knows that she can't claim me but it doesn't stop her from leaving mark after mark on me anyway.
She purrs low in her throat and it causes a pleasurable vibration in my mouth. My body responds, my back arching as my own tail flicks in answer to hers. Her posture changes to something sensual but hell, her body always looks sensual to me. She continues to take one shaky drawn out breath after another and even dares to squirm, seeing the reaction I know she favors when my jaws tighten more. She'll be lucky if she can breathe deep enough to satisfy her lungs, otherwise she'll be gasping here in a second. She'll know that I reward fighting with punishment and surrender with release. The moment her body melts like I know it will, my jaws will loosen and allow her that lungful of air I know she'll be craving really soon.
Seline is a beautiful creature, one of a kind. If there was anyone I could give a chance to like I did Rose, it would be her because I know how she works, how she thinks, though she does like to keep me guessing. As I glance up, our gazes lock and my icy blues stare into her with a fervor I haven't felt in years. When her rough tongue licks out to trace the corner of my jaw, I make a low growling noise in my throat, my fangs loosening more as I trace the canines up her tender flesh until I finally fully release the throat and let my nose finish trailing up the underside of her jaw. Once I reach her nose, I back up a step, just enough to look her in the eye as a playful gleam appears in my own.
"You are something else, Seline. Found a place to call home yet or are you just here for the pleasant scenery?"
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so just bite me baby
and drink all my blood
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