On the neck

I touch her neck softly with my tongue. My wet tongue traces up her bumpy neck. I find a good place to bite, according to my senses. My fangs extend and I slowly bite down on her neck. The fangs slide into her flesh, sinking into her muscles and veins. Daisy flinches from the pain but isn’t upset at all.

A drop of blood touches my tongue and I suck it up. More seeps into my mouth and I feed more. My gulping on her neck tickles Daisy. She feels relaxed and wraps her arms around my waist. She makes us fall on her bed and I drink deeper as we land on the covers. Daisy feels aroused. She moans softly as I feed. I feed faster and she reacts faster.

She tastes amazing for a live human. Daisy brushes her hand on my hair and pulls me closer. I withdraw my fangs and release myself from her neck. I can see the bite marks and punctures on her neck. Blood forms a ring and I lick it up.

“That was amazing! Can I have more?” I ask, amazed by the activity.

Daisy seems dazed. “Perhaps another time. You might be energised but the biting has drained my energy. Why not explore the outer areas. You might find more meals. Just be back by 6. Real dinner, aka food, is at 7.”