A Red Wet Night (Shade)

Jaina sucked in a deep breath when the bite took place. Letting out moans and whimpers as wave after wave of pleasure overtook her. Her breathing and writhering soon dwindled as her lover released his teeth from her thigh. Her eyes fluttered open and close when she saw his face again.

"What wa-"

She tried to speak when he came down and crushed his mouth against hers. A prick of pain came against her lips and tongue. Tasting her own coppery blood as she felt the fangs. Her mind tried to register what and why he had fangs. Was it a fetish? She could handle that and the pain and pleasure she felt was worth it as she weakly rose her arms to his shoulders and broke the kiss.


"Whatever you're doing.. Don't stop!!!"

Jaina turned her head and offered her neck to him. In the far back of her mind she knew something was not right.. and ignored it for the man that was making her feel like she belonged somewhere.

He smiled and took her offer without question, this penetrating her milky flesh with a zealous joy. He drank slowly, like a connoisseur takes fine wine, he savored every drop, measuring himself as to not take so much as to kill his all to willing victim. He silver sweet taste quelled the beast inside him, and he felt the cold composure fall once more over him, his heart beat slowing to a point of a almost stupor stillness.

He was erect once more, and and pushed the throbbing mass not into her dripping pussy, but into her contracted anal cavity instead. Bliss and torture were one in the same, it wall all about your mentally to determine if the experience was enjoyable or not in the end. He was certain that in the end, she would enjoy anything and everything he did to her, and as his death released her neck and he looked into her eyes, he could no longer hold back his sadistic smile of glee. She was his, and only his.... and she would be that way till the day she died.