Just as hungry as he, and he tasted his own blood. Despite it all he didn't seem to mind; chroma would only seal it in moments. His focus was on being such a gracious host...
She latched on and his skin tingled, driving him onward. He was single-minded now, his breaths low and heady as he rode the waves of that strange alien energy coursing through them, enhancing each spark of friction that felt like it danced over every inch of his skin.
His kiss was breathless and lingered however long they could before she started her way down, his head practically automatic, spellbound as he tipped and exposed himself to her. His heart was pounding, that vein all but teasing his very hungry lover.
A guy his size could feed a number of night creatures for quite some time... but that would mean sharing.
He was lost in it, but she was aware, her mouth salivating the faster he worked - the more his blood pumped. Her lips pressed again, again, and again, sucking, nipping, and she gasped to keep him going until...
She couldn't wait any longer. Mouth opening, her elongated fangs skimmed against his skin until she located it with her tongue. A hearty vein throbbing beneath his skin, carrying swiftly circulating blood, and for a brief moment, he might feel her teeth puncture his skin to dig in and help herself.
Delicious... hot with a metallic tang syrup still flavored by that scents oozing off him, and pouring into her mouth.
Mmm... no. She would have this one... all to herself.
He'd grown accustomed to the occasional graze of teeth, even a latch that punctured skin. But nothing like this, a hot pinch that was like a dash of cold water to his senses, grounding him momentarily as he held her tighter; his hips jumped hard, his pace taken by surprise.
Yet despite all of that, as the hot blood flowed, there was no outcry of pain from him. Instead she could feel him shuddering, a cry of ecstasy rolling from clenched teeth as his mind was flooded with everything akin to the rush of emotion that usually came with that sweet peak of orgasm.
He wasn't sure what was happening, only that it drove him harder, faster, fully drunk without a drop to drink, calling her name like all other words were gone. Little more... little more and he'd fill her here, too...
For a second, at his buck, she feared he might try pulling her off and clung to him harder. However, her fear was unfounded for the next thrust came harder, faster, and had her moaning into his throat.
She drew in more, the heat of her delectably sharp drink further the spread of warmth rising from her loins. His voice was a breath, a repeated call of her name making her giddy and desiring more - but... that would have to be again as her insides squeezed and she felt herself come and gasp against his skin.
But where was the usual dizziness that accompanied?
There was something hungry, something that matched a heat that spread through their link. It was something he'd felt before, but only when he sank his teeth deep into something rare, something bordering on raw. It was a bone-deep satisfaction, everything that made that wolfish half of his brain sink and sigh in bliss.
It tore him down with him, setting his body alight with a tingle that spread down his spine and out to his fingers and toes, teeth grit as he growled his way through his climax. Higher and higher his mind spun, his heart pounding as the sharp throb that sang through his body beat along in kind.
His breaths were soon shallow, heavy. Bleeding... he was bleeding. Did she require blood now, or was this something new she wished to try...?
He made no move to pull away from her. Instead he held her closer, his head feeling like it was full of fireworks as he kissed along small etchings on her shoulder, a place he'd marked before. Had he been a good host?
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She latched on and his skin tingled, driving him onward. He was single-minded now, his breaths low and heady as he rode the waves of that strange alien energy coursing through them, enhancing each spark of friction that felt like it danced over every inch of his skin.
His kiss was breathless and lingered however long they could before she started her way down, his head practically automatic, spellbound as he tipped and exposed himself to her. His heart was pounding, that vein all but teasing his very hungry lover.
A guy his size could feed a number of night creatures for quite some time... but that would mean sharing.
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She couldn't wait any longer. Mouth opening, her elongated fangs skimmed against his skin until she located it with her tongue. A hearty vein throbbing beneath his skin, carrying swiftly circulating blood, and for a brief moment, he might feel her teeth puncture his skin to dig in and help herself.
Delicious... hot with a metallic tang syrup still flavored by that scents oozing off him, and pouring into her mouth.
Mmm... no. She would have this one... all to herself.
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Yet despite all of that, as the hot blood flowed, there was no outcry of pain from him. Instead she could feel him shuddering, a cry of ecstasy rolling from clenched teeth as his mind was flooded with everything akin to the rush of emotion that usually came with that sweet peak of orgasm.
He wasn't sure what was happening, only that it drove him harder, faster, fully drunk without a drop to drink, calling her name like all other words were gone. Little more... little more and he'd fill her here, too...
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She drew in more, the heat of her delectably sharp drink further the spread of warmth rising from her loins. His voice was a breath, a repeated call of her name making her giddy and desiring more - but... that would have to be again as her insides squeezed and she felt herself come and gasp against his skin.
But where was the usual dizziness that accompanied?
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It tore him down with him, setting his body alight with a tingle that spread down his spine and out to his fingers and toes, teeth grit as he growled his way through his climax. Higher and higher his mind spun, his heart pounding as the sharp throb that sang through his body beat along in kind.
His breaths were soon shallow, heavy. Bleeding... he was bleeding. Did she require blood now, or was this something new she wished to try...?
He made no move to pull away from her. Instead he held her closer, his head feeling like it was full of fireworks as he kissed along small etchings on her shoulder, a place he'd marked before. Had he been a good host?