#thread: bite

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For @descended-from-fairytales - Bite Starring Angie Doppler NSFW

Angie tilts her head back for a minute, enjoying the sun, closing her eyes. The Felind's ears twitch slightly. Waylon was... doing something. The important part was, he was distracted with it. She's been looking for something stupid to do.

Jerking suddenly, she leans down and bites his arm, eyes flicking up to him and an adorable but evil grin kinda forms on her face.

[bluewitchaoko]

@kaitouphantom1412:

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Kaito’s throat felt dry, like it was on fire. Water did nothing to quench his thirst for blood and it was only getting worse. He needed blood NOW. Looking out of the alley, there was hardly anyone around and out of the few people on the street, he could see one which stuck out to him.

Under normal circumstances, Kaito would have gone the other way. Even though he was dressed in black now, the magician did just pull off a heist and Aoko was bound to be mad. But the circumstances were anything but normal.

He never would’ve thought that he would actually do this to Aoko but he couldn’t think as he pulled her from behind and into the dark alley. The vampire stepped in front of her, tilting her head in the process. He leaned forward slowly, going to her neck. His fangs protruded from his mouth, pressing lightly against her skin. He tried to hold himself back. Anybody but Aoko, please.

Kaito couldn’t hold back anymore. He bit down sharply, hoping that he didn’t cause her pain. Blood filled his mouth, instantly relieving his burning throat. Aoko’s blood was unlike anything he had ever tasted before. If Kaito had been in his right mind, he would’ve felt guilty at that thought. But right now, he needed this.

A gasp escaped Aoko’s throat as the hands grabbed her from behind. Heart racing, her mind tried running over the self-defense classes she had taken years ago at her friend’s encouragement. Struggle, yell---

But she couldn’t quite think fast enough to do it, not with the same assaulter---turned her? stepped in front of her?---becoming a mass in front of her and sinking sharp things into her neck, drawing up warm blood and sucking it up.

A pitiful whine managed to make it’s way out from her locked limbs. Tears threatened to slip down her eyes---

No, not now.

Her hands worked their way to his throat, fear and magic intertwining in her hands and turning her fingers hot. Let go, let me go! she thought, over and over again.