Your eyes they tell a story, one that's full of sorrow || Alexandre

[Alexandre]

— alexandre f.m.r

So, were they thinking clearly? Sorbet had stepped forward, grabbing the paw that was laid out in front of him. As the other leaned in, Alexandre felt the back of his throat begin to rumble. The skin over his teeth started to peel up, exposing alabaster canine and pink gums. Not afraid, were they? The vampiric succubus doubted that. The monster that his mothers created was meant to be feared, not toyed with. Yet here was this stranger, playing with his wound and doubting him.

As the other's head was down towards the wound, the beast leaned in. Their hot breath bellowed out onto the other's neck, only to end as Alexandre took a sharp breath in and dove in. Sharp teeth attempted to dig right into Sorbet's jugular and scrape, pulling at the vein and tugging at the now loose skin. If successful, both parties would feel an intense feeling of exuberant pleasure. Alexandre would lap up the blood with his barbed, pink tongue. Brown features would attempt to dig his head into the other's neck and continue to suck what he could. Meanwhile, Sorbet's senses would fill with ecstasy and, over time, he would grow light headed.

Fulfilled by intense satisfaction, whether or not successful, the feline would pull away. Their orange eyes remained narrowed, wickedly staring back at the other while stained teeth shone back at the other in malice. "Did that bother you, darling?" came their mocking coo.