The Gift

Razor glistens in the low light

            sharp and biting edge

            hungry and wanting

Drag it down

            sharp sting

            red flows

Breath quickens

            pulse races

            sweating lightly

Blood wells

            thick

            fresh

Tension increases

            he steps forward

            eyes lock

Fangs glisten

            flash bright

            sharp

Soft hold

            raises arm up

            licks the red nectar

Sharp inhale

            quivering

            soft moan

Sharp bite

            more blood

            the smell

Pulls her closer

            teeth sunk deep

            sucking, feeding

Eyes shut

            moaning

            wanting

Tongue drags up

            licking

            soft nibbles

Brushes her hair aside

            neck arched

            pulse throbbing under skin

Nips her neck

            soft growl

            tongue tickles

Fangs drag lightly

            breath on her skin

            Do you want it pet?

Do you crave it?

            do you need it?

            is it your desire?

Moaning

            eyes glazed

            yes oh yes!

Brush of the hard fangs

            drags them softly

            feels the quiver

Sharp bite

            soft cry

            blood flows

Drinks

            deep

            greedily

Feels pulse slow

            breath shallows

            Body weakens

Almost gone

            close

            darkness surrounding

Picks up

            cuts neck

            dark blood welling

Drink deeply

            it is yours

            take the gift

Laps it up

            salty

            almost bitter

Press lips to the fountain

            drinks

            deeply

Pain

            agony

            change