It comes easily. With each heavy beat of his quickened heart rate, she draws the nutrient rich fluid from his veins. It had been days since she last fed. Usually in her alter form - in the dead of night - on unsuspecting equines that were engaged in other worlds behind their shuttered lids is how she fed. This though was a treat. To feed upon a willing host. Sated by pleasures of the flesh. Finding his willingness a tad endearing. Being of a hefty weight she figures he can supply her with her fill and not risk unconsciousness. Relieving her hunger and gaining strength. She needed strength for what was to come in the night...
Satisfaction overcomes her as she draws the crimson liquid one last time. Loosening her grip, her fangs retract from his skin. Ebony lips linger still as blood seeps from the lacerations. Almost tenderly she begins to lick the remaining fluid from his coat. Auburn eyes slide to view his face, seeking approval of the gesture. He seems to still be in some relaxed state of ecstasy, so she continues.
Once the area is free of red liquid and his wounds have closed, she moves to other areas of exploration. Being positioned parallel with his body and facing the same direction, she calls upon her limbs to move her backwards. With wings shifted away, it is just her golden sheen that illuminates under the glow of his flamed crest and tail. Blackened upper lip drags along his mottled coat. Tracing the form of muscle under his thick hide. Starting at her feeding place along the base of his muscular neck, then venturing towards his chest and shoulders. Following the length of the bone down to the start of his barrel. Each step taken back moves her lips along her chosen path. Eyes ever watching his reaction. If anything hostile should erupt she could easily remove herself from his side.
Here she decides to shake it up and instead of her lip caressing his flesh she peels them back to expose her canines. Very lightly but purposely, she drags them across his barrel. Each rib creates a dip for them to dig ever so slightly into. The sensation of danger and pleasure combining into a mess of emotion. They drag slowly until she reaches the soft spot just before the hip. Here she trades her teeth for soft kisses. Each one placed with slight pressure, starting at the top and working towards the bottom. She takes her time. Wanting to feel the twitch of his muscle under her lips.
Now at the section of flesh - after the girth of his barrel and the start of his hind limb - she waits. Removing her lips just enough from his skin that all he feels is her warm breath panting against his most vulnerable parts. Eyes seeking out the glow of his own occults. Voice seductively low, "Is this nice Levi..." A grin delicately curls the edges of her lips.
Satisfaction overcomes her as she draws the crimson liquid one last time. Loosening her grip, her fangs retract from his skin. Ebony lips linger still as blood seeps from the lacerations. Almost tenderly she begins to lick the remaining fluid from his coat. Auburn eyes slide to view his face, seeking approval of the gesture. He seems to still be in some relaxed state of ecstasy, so she continues.
Once the area is free of red liquid and his wounds have closed, she moves to other areas of exploration. Being positioned parallel with his body and facing the same direction, she calls upon her limbs to move her backwards. With wings shifted away, it is just her golden sheen that illuminates under the glow of his flamed crest and tail. Blackened upper lip drags along his mottled coat. Tracing the form of muscle under his thick hide. Starting at her feeding place along the base of his muscular neck, then venturing towards his chest and shoulders. Following the length of the bone down to the start of his barrel. Each step taken back moves her lips along her chosen path. Eyes ever watching his reaction. If anything hostile should erupt she could easily remove herself from his side.
Here she decides to shake it up and instead of her lip caressing his flesh she peels them back to expose her canines. Very lightly but purposely, she drags them across his barrel. Each rib creates a dip for them to dig ever so slightly into. The sensation of danger and pleasure combining into a mess of emotion. They drag slowly until she reaches the soft spot just before the hip. Here she trades her teeth for soft kisses. Each one placed with slight pressure, starting at the top and working towards the bottom. She takes her time. Wanting to feel the twitch of his muscle under her lips.
Now at the section of flesh - after the girth of his barrel and the start of his hind limb - she waits. Removing her lips just enough from his skin that all he feels is her warm breath panting against his most vulnerable parts. Eyes seeking out the glow of his own occults. Voice seductively low, "Is this nice Levi..." A grin delicately curls the edges of her lips.
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