NOTE: SORRY THIS IS ONLY SHORT BUT I JUST WANTED TO PUT SOMETHING UP LOL IM WRITING THE NEXT CHAPTER AND IT WILL BE LONGER
Her blood
Oh god, her blood was EVERYTHING.
It was life, death, light and darkness.
Bursting with energy and fire and sustenance as it slides down your throat and runs in to your veins, you can feel it bubbling deep in the marrow of your bones
The wet, the hot, the salt and sweet and the tang of it. It drives you insane.
You want to rip her open and feed from her, drain out every last drop until she is limp as a ragdoll in your arms.
The blood lust is so strong it takes everything in you to make yourself stop
And you don't understand, this is impossible, damphir blood is not supposed to taste this FUCKING GOOD!
But she is so sweet and lush and tender beneath your hands
You want her, you want all of her. Her blood, her lips, her body
Wet and open and needing you, only you, just as she used to
And you can tell she wants it too, you smell her desire, she is ready for you
And you want satiate her need
But not yet
Because this thing you have in your hands now it is too powerful
You are a poker player with a winning card
And you will only play it at the most opportune moment
Using this against her, you have her locked in you grip
Her incredible lust for you, for the bite
She will eventually yield
And only when she is yours, eternally
Then you will let yourself go
Give into your bodies most basic instincts
To fill yourself with the pleasure of female flesh
But for now you fill yourself to the brim with her sweet blood
As she writhes beneath you, loving you and what only you can give her
You feel the life-giving liquid providing your muscles with unmeasurable strength
Your skin is tingling, your limbs taught and tight
The room becomes more focused and sharpened beneath your eyes
Colours brighten
Sounds become louder, clearer
The air seems to shimmer and hum with energy
This is what you've always loved about the feed, the blood
While another's world fades and dies
Yours becomes more real
Hours like seconds
Days like minutes
A continuous stream of time warped and twisted
She splits in two
Dimitri
No Dimitri
Dimitri.....................
She waits for what seems like slow torturous years
For him to come to her
Only for it to feel like a quick flying passing moment
Until her leaves her all alone cold and unwanted,
And waiting again
She yearns for him, his touch, his voice, his lips
His bite!
She needs it like fresh air
She wants it, she grasps for it, her body burns and twists and screams for it
And each second without it is the blackest torture
Nearly unendurable
But she sits in her protected chamber
The stagnant air compressing her as she moves about, zombielike and unfocused
Times flickers past like an old motion picture
And still she waits for her dark lover
And the bitter edged pleasurable violence
That only he can give to her