Sorry, I've Been Eating Dessert

From his place out on the beach, Chimera heard the crash and the cry of pain from Erystotle. Throwing his weight into his paw, the giant man rocketed back into the structure, claws scrabbling across the moth eaten carpet. His trajectory was a bit off and he slammed his shoulder hard into the door jam, but it didn't matter. Pushing towards the pale brute, Chimera instantly noted the way that he was holding his paw and could see the blood dripping from a fresh wound.

Gently, the huge man took his charges paw in his own, turning the wound so that he could inspect it. Blood trickled from a decently sized cut and Chimera's brow knit with worry. He was no healer and couldn't tell if anything vital had been struck. He did know that he needed to get the blood to stop flowing, so he gently urged the wounded man to lean back against the wall. Lifting the paw to a higher elevation, the King of Fenmyre lowered his mouth to the wound. Carefully and with as little pressure as he could manage, he began cleansing the wound with his tongue. He continued, pull after pull, absorbing the coppery flavor until his mouth was full of nothing but Erystotle.

A heat had begun to fill the man due to this act that he found oh so intimate. A lust... A need. The bleeding was soon halted, though Chimera didn't release the man's elevated appendage, lest the bleeding start again. There was a fire in Chimera's eyes as he stared hard into his companions silvered orbs. In the end, he couldn't resist. Chimera's mouth crashed into that of the smaller man, his tongue doing its work to slide inside, sharing the flavor of the man's own blood. Not by choice, but by dire need.
"Chimera Klein"