[ Yamada's heart skips when he sees Lenore's eyes widen like a cat with a bird in view. It activates something in ancient human instincts, ones that ignore that his humanity is academic. That innate, automatic fear of death makes him feel more alive than he has for a long time, and then she goes and makes it better by cutting off his air entirely.
His blood is rich and dark red, sticky as honey but with a metallic bite. A mingling of his human shape and remnants of prior forms. The flavour of a carnivorous beast hanging on from the wolf bat he was a moment ago. Next time might be totally different.
His body tightens all over, not to fight her, but to fight his instincts- they tell him to struggle and escape. He tells them to be silent, but the veins bulge, and the muscles quiver. His knees pull up and flatten in alternating order. He wants to eat her right back, show her the kind of fangs he can grow, but being deliciously devoured is more appealing. Briefly, when she takes her teeth to his lip, his fingernails turn to hooked claws, and his teeth rattle, sharpness travelling in a wave across them that reverts just as quickly. There's not a Night Creature conceived that can match the things he's turned into, but he's being a good boy for her, making sure she can enjoy the moment's pleasure. Perhaps knowing the effort he's putting in is all the better. He hopes so- he ruined the mood once and hopes not to again.
His voice is strained and muffled, but he still gets out an adoring moan of her name. It has a little pleading to it. For air? Mercy? For more? His cock gives him away as much as his voice- his hips push into her grip, and hot precum reaches her fingers. ]
[ He's delicious, each little lap or suck tastes different than the last. A myriad of minute flavors melting from one into the next and Lenore knows she could easily suck him dry if she wanted.
She does want. But she won't. She's more practical than that.
The changes are fascinating. That he controls them despite himself is equally fascinating. Pleasing. He's doing exactly as she asked and what could make her happier than that? The choked sound of her own name makes Lenore purr and she squeezes his cock hard with one equally rough pull on his lower lip.
Then she suddenly pulls back, taking what little heat her body holds with her. Her grip on his neck loosens and she allows him to fall back to the mattress if he wants. Looking down between them, she smudges the precum across Yamada's slit. ]
Very good.
[ She swipes a final drop of blood from his lip and samples his cum in tandem, licking her thumb and forefinger eagerly. ]
But not just yet. You'll finish when I allow it.
[ Lenore releases his erection, leaving it straining. She pulls up her skirts to her waist. ]
Since you're so eager to please, I've decided you can fuck me.
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His blood is rich and dark red, sticky as honey but with a metallic bite. A mingling of his human shape and remnants of prior forms. The flavour of a carnivorous beast hanging on from the wolf bat he was a moment ago. Next time might be totally different.
His body tightens all over, not to fight her, but to fight his instincts- they tell him to struggle and escape. He tells them to be silent, but the veins bulge, and the muscles quiver. His knees pull up and flatten in alternating order. He wants to eat her right back, show her the kind of fangs he can grow, but being deliciously devoured is more appealing. Briefly, when she takes her teeth to his lip, his fingernails turn to hooked claws, and his teeth rattle, sharpness travelling in a wave across them that reverts just as quickly. There's not a Night Creature conceived that can match the things he's turned into, but he's being a good boy for her, making sure she can enjoy the moment's pleasure. Perhaps knowing the effort he's putting in is all the better. He hopes so- he ruined the mood once and hopes not to again.
His voice is strained and muffled, but he still gets out an adoring moan of her name. It has a little pleading to it. For air? Mercy? For more? His cock gives him away as much as his voice- his hips push into her grip, and hot precum reaches her fingers. ]
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She does want. But she won't. She's more practical than that.
The changes are fascinating. That he controls them despite himself is equally fascinating. Pleasing. He's doing exactly as she asked and what could make her happier than that? The choked sound of her own name makes Lenore purr and she squeezes his cock hard with one equally rough pull on his lower lip.
Then she suddenly pulls back, taking what little heat her body holds with her. Her grip on his neck loosens and she allows him to fall back to the mattress if he wants. Looking down between them, she smudges the precum across Yamada's slit. ]
Very good.
[ She swipes a final drop of blood from his lip and samples his cum in tandem, licking her thumb and forefinger eagerly. ]
But not just yet. You'll finish when I allow it.
[ Lenore releases his erection, leaving it straining. She pulls up her skirts to her waist. ]
Since you're so eager to please, I've decided you can fuck me.