Gods, I’m obsessed.
I lick her again, loving her citrusy flavor. It’s tainted with her blood. That decadent mixture is my new favorite drink. A blossoming addiction.
Only, it’s not as lively as it was before.
Because my pet is dying.
I growl. “Thisis why I needed you to eat,” I tell her, irritated that she didn’t obey.
But I’m even more annoyed with myself because I lost control and rushed the experience.
Feeling her clench around my tail for a second time proved to be too much for my patience.
I stood with her in my arms, then spread her out on the table.
Food and drinks were lost.
All I wanted was her.
So I ripped up her dress and pressed my mouth to her cunt… and sank my fangs into her clit.
I told myself I would be satisfied with a few swallows.
It was a lie.
Looking at her now, I realize I’ve taken far too much. More than I’ve ever demanded of my prey.
She’s going to die.
I stand between her lifeless legs, studying her trimmed mound and the mingling essence painting her pretty pussy lips.
My tail caresses her calf before traveling higher, my heart seeming to hammer in my rib cage.
This sight captivated me before, made my inner beast roar with triumph and need. So I fed. I indulged. But now…
I swallow.
I’m no longer captivated. I’m devastated.
We’ve only just begun.
She can’t fucking die yet.
This female is the first one I’ve ever desired to do more to than bite. The first female I’ve ever licked or pleasured orexperiencedin any other way than a quick strike to the neck.
She tastes divine. Like a bright, beautiful day. A renewed existence.Citrus trees bathing in the afternoon sun.
“No.” It comes out on a snarl of sound. “No. I do not accept this, pet.”
She will live.
She will eat.
She will prepare herself for me.
And she will fucking survive everything I want to do to her.
Lifting my wrist to my mouth, I sink my fangs into the skin andrip.
