Tiny Beasts and Little Teeths

*Kyarst* · 02-22-2015, 08:26 PM

He could feel his breath quickening with his heart rate. It made him feel light headed, as if he were soaring high above the earth instead of standing plainly upon it. His teeth met their mark on her throat and power surged through every inch of his being. He was pleased to know she was not objecting, for he knew he couldn't have made such a hold without her willing it. He hadn't been trying that hard, after all. As she moaned he tightened his grip, giving in to her desires for pain and eroticism. He wanted to make her moan, wanted to be the reason she was quivering and quaking beneath his touch. He could taste her blood as it oozed between the gaps in his teeth, and it made him ravenous for more - but he knew there was a line there that he could not yet cross. This was a dance, and a delicate one at that. The game had to be played properly, and he would not bring himself to cheat just yet. 'You hold my life in your jaws, but what are you going to do with it?' He chuckled, slackening his bite just enough for a moment to respond to her. “I'm going to turn it upside down...” he murmured against the thick fur of her neck. He could feel her jugular beating hard against his fangs, a steady yet quick rhythm. He could feel her blood dripping onto his muzzle and he hoped he wasn't taking this too far. Her jaws came clattering shut on the upper quadrant of his neck, tightening against his flesh and fur. In one foul swoop he would release his oh so near death grip on her throat and replace his touch with a soft, yet deliberate swipe of his tongue. Her blood would smear across his salmon tongue as he caressed her once, then twice.

“speak,”

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Tiny Beasts and Little Teeths

Kyarst