Hey mama, I don't know if you still write for Hannibal, but may I ask your opinion on how feral he can get? He always seems like such a gentleman I want to see him become 100% feral and just go down on his darling. Like, perhaps his female darling in menstruating and he can smell the blood on her. It just drives him wild until he can no longer stop himself. Sorry if it is gross...)
((WARNING! PERIOD SEX MENTION, PERIOD BLOOD MENTION, HANNIBAL BEING HORNY ON MAIN -Mommabean))
He'll be slamming his fist against the bedroom door as you lean against it, begging God to answer just this one prayer this one time and let Hannibal give up and leave. You're ignored, or simply not heard over the maniacs own prayers to get inside and taste you.
It's useless to fight in the end. Soon, the door is broken off of it's hinges, and you're cornered by a disheveled, feral, absolutely carnal Hannibal Lecter.
You're given no time to beg and plead for him to come to his senses. You truly believe you're about to die by being consumed. You're half right, in that aspect. You're about to be consumed, just not in a youtube friendly way.
The deep growling coming from Hannibal is inhuman and beastly. He presses his nose right on your crotch and inhales as deep as his lungs will let him. Saliva builds in his mouth at the metallic scent, eyes dark and pupils blown as his fingers rush to tear away the offending fabric covering his meal.
"Truly making me work for my food, aren't you?" He'll quip, before losing all class and patience as he dives in and tastes every intimate inch of you.
It'll seem like forever has passed, or that time has stopped completely. His tongue is thorough, lips possessively sucking and slurping every drop like it's his last meal on death row. There's no pattern, no pace, he's just ravenous and needy for your blood and essence.
A wet patch will form in his pants as he grinds against the ground, cock throbbing as he eats you, feeling you squeeze around his wet muscle as it plunges and fucks itself inside of you an covers itself in more of your blood. You're utterly ashamed, humiliated as Hannibal just devours and takes what he wants, not caring that he looks like an animal on the loose.
Much like the greedy beast he's become, he needs more than just one orgasm from you. He needs to wring you dry, drink in that sweet nectar mixed with the sharp tang of blood. The perfect mix, with the perfect music - your moans and pitiful crying. Even the pathetic way you push at his forehead and yank his hair adds to this euphoric experience.
You're a delicacy he needs to savor, to truly indulge in. Try as you might, you aren't getting away until he's had his fill.
((I hope I did ok! tell me your thoughts! its what anonymous is for lol - Mommabean ))
