The blood you bleed Is just the blood you owe

His hot breath on her cheek had her panting, her head swimming. She tilted her head back as her eyes rolled back from his scent. Pushing herself away from him again.

"Why..." She gasped as she rolled over the ground like a cat in a pile of catnip, "Why does it feel like I'm..." She groaned, she couldn't push herself away from him anymore. She rushed into his face, her lips grasping for his, licking and wanting all of him. Her paws pulled into his fur and skin with a desperate clinging. Her mouth trailed frantically down his neck as her chest pressed and writhed against him. Her voice urging and moaning for him to take her.

"I need... you." She gasped between kisses and moans. What was this hell? Was it hell? If he didn't take her now she might die. She might die from her need for him. A tear ran down her cheek as she pressed her need against him, it finally occurred to her he had put something in the tea.

"speech"