It was sickening, the way he glared at me. His form was huge and black and he stared at me and all I could see was his eyes. He rested his hands on my shoulders. Shadows tickled my sides and my gut lurched inside of my body; I wanted to throw up. He opened his mouth and whispered in my ear. How to take my true form. He tells me, my true form, my fullest potential. He's tall. He's black and his wings are the length of his body each. His eyes, all I could see were his eyes as they bore into my soul. His claws, snaked into my mouth, along my tongue. I tasted blood, my blood, and it was horrible and metallic. It made me gag, and my stomach twisted again.
Do you taste it?
It's disgusting… please stop… I begged, blood rolling over my chin, as he cut into my tongue again. It hurts. Please stop.
Taste it, Ciel. I whimper, helpless in his grip, his shadows tightening around my body. I've felt like this before. Tightening around me. He grasps my face. This is the soul I want so badly. He growled at me. He opened his mouth and my heart sunk in the sea of my soul. He was going to eat me. I struggled. My teeth-they ached. And he was going to eat me. The metallic taste was gone. He was going to eat me. My back hurt, my hands and legs. I hurt, I hurt. Make it stop. I let out a pained whine.
Bones snapped. I let out a scream, as wings slowly tore their way out of my back. Blood poured over my pained flesh. This is pain. Make it end. My hands, no longer hands. Paws. Claws. Sharp claws, and my feet, now animalistic. They hurt. Everything hurt. The shadows, tightening around my throat. This hurts, this hurts. A tail, long, and winding, nestled between my thighs as I cried. The pain. This hurts.
He never released me, and opened my mouth to bare my fresh teeth, sharp canines sensitive to the cold, and he smiled sickly. He took my paw, and placed the tip of the claw on his tongue, slicing into it. My pupils narrowed at the smell. And then his sour mouth was pressed to mine. I'm overwhelmed, the taste of his blood, his blood mixed with mine, our souls in our blood. Who knew this? I was helplessly twisting my tongue with his, desperate for a taste, letting him explore my mouth with his long tongue. I'm sick. My stomach is turning upside down. We're hideous. He breaks the kiss and bites into my neck. That hurts… please stop… I whined, but he doesn't stop. Please stop biting me. Please stop.