Pressed blades threaten to puncture his flesh and still he cannot bring himself to change. Attempts that are made vanish as if they never were. Through her jaws wrapped around his jugular she grins at his weak stride. The pulsing fluid within her reach tempts her too strongly. If he was too weak to save himself than he was easy prey. Pausing only for the words that rumble within his throat. She almost feels them more than she hears them. Unconvinced that he actually could become the monster he thought he was, she presses down sharply...
The rush of blood to the wounds fill her lips with the sweet liquid. Pink flesh of tongue presses against his flesh forcing more to fill the void. Her hold remains strong on him but if he should actually change the scales would consume the wounds that fed her. Sealing away the poison that caused them to flow freely. Either way he was hers now...
The rush of blood to the wounds fill her lips with the sweet liquid. Pink flesh of tongue presses against his flesh forcing more to fill the void. Her hold remains strong on him but if he should actually change the scales would consume the wounds that fed her. Sealing away the poison that caused them to flow freely. Either way he was hers now...
Karaugh
illicit daughter of nymphetamine and killgore
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@[Castile] I'll follow whatever direction you wish to go
Take a bite
If you dare