When Doves Cry
The name held no meaning to her, she had no idea who the golden was talking about. And so it would be forgotten. Her heavy accent would only feed the silver woman's flame. There was no turning back now. "You are simply delicious." Her breathy words were harsh against the woman's ear before she left her embrace. Fangs would land one her jaw and throat, dragging a guttural moan from deep in her belly. Eyes would flutter close as her veins burned with an uncontrolled fire. Oh how she needed this, how she craved it. Her gaze would hungrily follow the golden woman as she set off after their victim.
Hips would sway with lazy intent as she trailed after her new found partner. A perpetual smirk toyed with her lips as he jaws unhinged, tongue lolling out and dripping salvia. Their victim struggled fruitless, his pace agonizingly slow. She allowed the temptress to take the leader, lingering behind her, enjoying the view, as the trailed after the doomed man. His whimpers could be heard, his trail of blood leading the straight to him. |