04-16-2018, 05:58 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-16-2018, 05:59 PM by Modicum Mortem.)
They are together there, two darkened silhouettes beneath the thick canopy of trees. He continues tracing the outline of his creation with his tongue - the blood still rushes from it in thick, billowing plumes. He can see the bone of her chest now, oh how he wished to dive deeper, to rip out each piece of cartilage and tissue until he found the ultimate prize. The beating muscle beneath.
When she pushes her chest to his own, he allows it. It’s almost as though he can feel the tingle of their blood embracing each other. It’s erotic, and it arouses him in a way he’s never felt. For someone to be on his own psychotic wavelength was foreign...maybe they’d be a good match after all.
She trails the blood of their wounds across the workings of his own bodice, and electricity flies. He wants to torture her, to make every muscle in her body writhe with pain. He turns, lungs heaving as he watches her. Her eyes scream “take my heart” but he isn’t so inclined to give her what she wants immediately.
The demon inside him grows hungry. He does not give a warning, and allows himself to pounce on her. He wants to see the inner workings of her flesh, he wants to play with her heartstrings and feed on the marrow of her bones. He manages to again push her against the tree, staring at her open gash. His muzzle peels back the open skin, widening his view of her tissue. Blood rushes even quicker now, trying to fix the damage he has caused. He grins wickedly.
Excitement causes him to pull at each tendon holding the space between him and her heart. He enjoys the way they feel beneath his teeth - thin, tight ribbons that slither beneath the crookedness of his jaw. He begins to laugh - maniacal, untamable - at the thought of this.
“Amidst the mists and coldest frosts she thrusts her fists against the posts and still insists she sees the ghost...” He sings as he pries more of her skin back. “The ghost...” He looks over to her shoulder. Eyes grow hungry for inflicting pain again, and he reveals the sharp incisors in his mouth. He bites down on the delicate skin, then pulls back, relishing in how the muscles cling to her body for dear life. “She sees the ghost...” He howls with laughter once more. He couldn’t just give her what she wanted as soon as she asked for it, could he?
@[Jackel] hope this is okay! He’s loving it.
When she pushes her chest to his own, he allows it. It’s almost as though he can feel the tingle of their blood embracing each other. It’s erotic, and it arouses him in a way he’s never felt. For someone to be on his own psychotic wavelength was foreign...maybe they’d be a good match after all.
She trails the blood of their wounds across the workings of his own bodice, and electricity flies. He wants to torture her, to make every muscle in her body writhe with pain. He turns, lungs heaving as he watches her. Her eyes scream “take my heart” but he isn’t so inclined to give her what she wants immediately.
The demon inside him grows hungry. He does not give a warning, and allows himself to pounce on her. He wants to see the inner workings of her flesh, he wants to play with her heartstrings and feed on the marrow of her bones. He manages to again push her against the tree, staring at her open gash. His muzzle peels back the open skin, widening his view of her tissue. Blood rushes even quicker now, trying to fix the damage he has caused. He grins wickedly.
Excitement causes him to pull at each tendon holding the space between him and her heart. He enjoys the way they feel beneath his teeth - thin, tight ribbons that slither beneath the crookedness of his jaw. He begins to laugh - maniacal, untamable - at the thought of this.
“Amidst the mists and coldest frosts she thrusts her fists against the posts and still insists she sees the ghost...” He sings as he pries more of her skin back. “The ghost...” He looks over to her shoulder. Eyes grow hungry for inflicting pain again, and he reveals the sharp incisors in his mouth. He bites down on the delicate skin, then pulls back, relishing in how the muscles cling to her body for dear life. “She sees the ghost...” He howls with laughter once more. He couldn’t just give her what she wanted as soon as she asked for it, could he?
@[Jackel] hope this is okay! He’s loving it.
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