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"Sounds wonderful."Orrib smirked as he took a few steps towards her and looked up and down her near-naked form. From her naked feet over her soft, rounded calves, to her crossed, thick thighs, continuing onto her thin waist and flat stomach - not even bothering to cast a glance at what was between her legs - then staying at the mounds of her breasts for a moment before finally looking at her face, where her golden eyes met his. A prime example of a woman, along with the touch of exoticism her ears and tattoos brought. Had she been around during his mortal days, she would indeed have been very welcome at his court.
Without another word, the man plunged down on her, grabbing one of her breasts with his right hand - not because he enjoyed it anymore than he would enjoy grabbing any other part of her, but because he could, because he had the power to do it freely - and quickly sunk his long fangs into the side of her neck. Hearing the woman holding back a yelp at the sudden touch and sting in her shoulder made him want to grin, but he was fully occupied draining the Kitsune's vitae directly from her veins. Such a taste - not even the healthiest of humans could compare to the sweet flavour of this Kitsune. Drinking from her, he felt an intoxicating feeling spread through his entire body, weighing down his head and making him want more. As he continued drinking, he kneaded her breast - again, because he could - while he made sure to breath in her smell of Kitsune flesh and blood, as well as a sweet scent of...mainly lavender and...lemon grass. A most excellent perfume, certainly not cheap.
Orrib had started with taking small amounts of her blood at a time, little by little, so he could enjoy her longer, but soon lost that self control and started gorging himself, even going so far as to manipulate the woman's blood to gush faster out of the wounds in her neck. But suddenly, he froze, realizing that if he went too far, he would kill her. He had not taken enough blood from her to cause any severe discomfort to her, but she was sure to feel dizzy and lightheaded by now, and he had taken enough. But his mouth was reluctant to leave her neck, and so he tore himself away from her, gasping loudly and with a few drops of blood following him into the air, landing on the wooden floor. The blood started running from Vixen's neck, but using his powers, Orrib quickly clotted it and sucked the remaining blood around the wound into himself. It all happened within a moment, and within the next, Orrib hit the floor hard, his breathing heavy from the ecstacy of her exotic taste. He propped himself up with his left hand and rested his right arm on his knee as he looked at the Madam, searching for any signs that he had gone too far.
Without another word, the man plunged down on her, grabbing one of her breasts with his right hand - not because he enjoyed it anymore than he would enjoy grabbing any other part of her, but because he could, because he had the power to do it freely - and quickly sunk his long fangs into the side of her neck. Hearing the woman holding back a yelp at the sudden touch and sting in her shoulder made him want to grin, but he was fully occupied draining the Kitsune's vitae directly from her veins. Such a taste - not even the healthiest of humans could compare to the sweet flavour of this Kitsune. Drinking from her, he felt an intoxicating feeling spread through his entire body, weighing down his head and making him want more. As he continued drinking, he kneaded her breast - again, because he could - while he made sure to breath in her smell of Kitsune flesh and blood, as well as a sweet scent of...mainly lavender and...lemon grass. A most excellent perfume, certainly not cheap.
Orrib had started with taking small amounts of her blood at a time, little by little, so he could enjoy her longer, but soon lost that self control and started gorging himself, even going so far as to manipulate the woman's blood to gush faster out of the wounds in her neck. But suddenly, he froze, realizing that if he went too far, he would kill her. He had not taken enough blood from her to cause any severe discomfort to her, but she was sure to feel dizzy and lightheaded by now, and he had taken enough. But his mouth was reluctant to leave her neck, and so he tore himself away from her, gasping loudly and with a few drops of blood following him into the air, landing on the wooden floor. The blood started running from Vixen's neck, but using his powers, Orrib quickly clotted it and sucked the remaining blood around the wound into himself. It all happened within a moment, and within the next, Orrib hit the floor hard, his breathing heavy from the ecstacy of her exotic taste. He propped himself up with his left hand and rested his right arm on his knee as he looked at the Madam, searching for any signs that he had gone too far.
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