Each droplet of your blood that passes my lips seems to ground me in this plane, as if I am literally drinking all it is to be human from your veins. Taste, touch and scent all flaring to life. The sensation is strange, making me feel both lesser and more than I was before, but there is little time to dwell on that, though, as you cry out in urgency and need for the sweet release you've been promised by my touch.
I draw my dripping fingers from your molten core and raise them to my lips, lapping a long tongue across them in a way that is suggestive even despite my inhuman features, to let your distinctly feminine flavor mingle with that of the blood on my teeth, releasing a hiss of appreciation between them. And then my eyes narrow and track down to take in the sight of the impressive tool with which I've endowed myself standing at attention.
After several graceless thrusts that miss their mark owing to my utter inexperience, that serve only to grind the tip of my manhood teasingly against your entrance, I let out a growl of frustration and slam your shoulders roughly into the carpet to still your squirming, and carefully guide myself into your drenched slit. Experienced or no, your are still as tight as a silk glove, and each and every inch you yield elicits a hitch in my breathing and sound between a moan and a purr.
There are no words to describe the feeling when I'm finally buried to the hilt against your womb, and I pause there to relish in the sublime sense of completion I feel simply being inside of you, the rapid pace of the blood coursing through your veins, the humid furnace of you core, and most of all, the pleading, mewling sounds you make as your small, hot body squirms helplessly beneath me.
My lips form the closest approximation to a savage grin that can be managed in a canine maw, and my blue eyes narrow. You wish to be an untouchable goddess, but here, in this moment, your little more than a bitch in heat. Which of us is the slave here? Not I. I draw out my length with an agonizing slowness, missing the heat already, and wait to hear you beg.
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