Izzy, the Goth

I raise my hand to Izzy. Gina looks at her gothic prey.

“Kid, if you want to bite me, here are some rules. Drink me until I faint. Turn me into a thrall. If you don’t want to bite me but feed on me, I carry a sharp pin.” Izzy says.

“Girl, you speak too much for dinner. I’ll bite you on the neck, but you have to remove that collar.” Gina says. Izzy takes off her collar. Izzy undoes her jacket a bit so her neck is easily visible. She is pale but healthy.

Gina holds onto her dark prey.

“Tilt your head, lean back.” Gina requests. Izzy obeys. Gina extends her fangs and bites down on her victim. The bite slips into Izzy’s neck and Gina drinks carefully.

“Is that the best you can do?” Izzy complains.

“She was just turned. Unless you want me to bite you too.” I grunt. Izzy looks at me, intimidated. She rolls her eyes and relaxes herself as Gina feeds slowly, gaining her groove.

“To be honest, this feels relaxing. Having a fledgling feast on your blood as their wet tongue dances on your neck feels amazing.” Izzy moans.