Your prey struggles feebly in your hold. Their rapid breathing makes their tiny chest flutter against your palm, and their wide eyes radiate the most enticing fear.
Barely restraining yourself, you slurp them into your maw. Panicked screams trickle out from your fangs, and as you crunch slowly into a leg, so does blood.
Tiny nails scratch weakly at your fangs, at your gums. Small hands push against the might of your tongue as you push and prod them around, tasting every inch of their body.
Eventually, the overwhelming sweetness of their blood forces you to finish the act. Final wails drip out as you bite into the rest of them. Their flesh falls apart between your fangs, coating your tongue with their savory blood. Their bones snap under your teeth and send satisfying vibrations through your jaw.
And, when they’re nothing more than a pulpy mush, you finally tip your head back and swallow, humming in delight as they sate your hunger perfectly.