Tiny Beasts and Little Teeths

*Kyarst* · 02-22-2015, 08:42 PM

Oh, he was loving her reaction to his every move. It seemed his touch electrified her, resulting in shrieks of pleasure. Eyes shot downward to gaze at the macabre art he had created by smearing her droplets of blood across her throat. She looked like the undead, and the crimson red of her blood staining her otherwise pale complexion was intoxicating to behold. Her fangs released him, but his flesh pulsed and stung in their wake. He breathed hard and fast, bloodstained tongue lolling out of his mouth for a moment. He still wasn't used to this damned heat, and with his lung ailment and arousal he was finding it hard to get enough air to the parts that needed it most. Other parts screamed at him to jump her now and hump her brains out, but those parts were still under his brain's control - and his brain told them to shut up. He knew it wouldn't be wise to waltz into Imperium and bang a young girl within his first week of membership. He didn't know it to be frowned upon, but it was a risk he just couldn't take yet. He had already pushed himself to the edge of acceptability by drawing her blood. He watched as she eyed him, and his emerald gaze met her amethyst. She inched closer to him slowly, lapping sensually at the blood that stained his lips. Her blood. He watched her pull away from him and lick her pale lips clean, smirking at him as if this is what she'd planned all along. “I think Spitfire was an understatement,” he commented in jest, wondering if it would be possible to hide his level of arousal at this particular moment. He doubted it, as he felt as if he were carrying a log between his hind legs. Still, he had to restrain himself, and he would do so by drawing back a step, and then another. “Until next time,” he breathed, lustful intent in every word. He had to leave her wanting more, because he certainly did. In one incredibly difficult move, he would turn away from her then, flicking his tail up in the air and perhaps giving her an eyeful as he sauntered away. An ear pressed against his skull, the very one she'd bitten, as his loins cried out in protest.

Oh, he'd better get an award for this.

- exit Kyarst Armada

“speak,”

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