Dont do it...

His adrenalin screamed for action as she started to close her eyes. She got closer still to his face, barely any space left between them. The rocky wall behind him shook subtly as two of her legs tapped against it, caging him in. His instinct to survive demanded the knife to sink into his captor.

His arm started to shake. It was taking all of his willpower to stop from attacking his assailant. Grey knew that if he stuck at her, he would be as good as dead, either from her counter or from being trapped in the pit forever. Another thought skimmed the surface of his conscious, which stayed his hand.

She really was beautiful. Grey could smell her easily. A sweet fragrance, almost musky scent, surrounded her like an aura. Each time he took in a fearful breath, his lungs were filled with it… calming him… making him want more.

Her soft touch was exquisite beyond measure. His flesh felt like ice. Then her soft touch would breeze over his skin like a gentle wind. He could feel her warm touch set his body ablaze. Down his arm, so slowly, as if her hand was warm honey. Grey was tempted to lean back and close his eyes with her touch, until she suddenly stopped.

A cold shock went through him. Her hand rested upon his dagger. Her eyes, which were nearly completely shut, opened yet again. She looked down with her eyes. They shone like twin furnaces as she saw Grey’s weapon in his hand. Grey could feel the cold sweat run down his brow.

Silken fingers touched the blade, instantly withdrawing from it with a hiss. She held up her hand to her face. A single teardrop of blood appeared at the end of her index finger. It settled like a ruby on her finger as her red eyes stared at it with surprise. Her mouth was slightly open in her shock as well.

‘Oh crap…’ Grey thought as he saw her examining her injured finger further. Her red eyes sharpened as she glared at the sphere of blood. ‘Now she’s gonna be pissed…’ Grey thought dejectedly. Oddly enough, even though he knew he was moments away from being thrashed to ****, he didn’t feel panicked. ‘… stupid girl, she’s making me high…’ He thought after a brief amount of hard thinking. Apparently her aroma was more permeating than he previously thought.

He became alert again when she brought her attention back to his face. Her eyes were hard, like two embers in a dying fire. She showed him her wounded finger without breaking her gaze. The droplet stood out from her white flesh easily. Grey didn’t think that normal blood was so red, at least for humans. She grimaced at him and pushed her finger forward, closer to his face. Her eyes seemed to be questioning him silently.

“Hey, you shouldn’t touch knives,” Her expression didn’t change a bit. Grey was pretty sure she didn’t understand a word he said, but he continued anyway.

“Look, it doesn’t look that bad,” He nodded at her finger. Apparently she took it the wrong way, because her other hand shot out and grasped his hand. Despite the frail look, her hand was just as strong as his own. Before he could react, she pulled it up, along with his knife. The tip gleamed red. She stared at the knife, then back to him.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you…” Grey knew it was futile to try and talk with her. She didn’t understand a word he was saying anyway. In all likeliness, she was just going to get over her shock before she would eat him… Grey obviously didn’t have very high hopes, but he still tried.

Before he could utter out another futile explanation about how knifes are meant to cut things, she took swift action. Grey didn’t have time to blink before it was too late. He looked at her, and she looked back with those glowing eyes.

Only, now she was sucking on her finger.

‘Well… I feel awkward now…’ She closed her eyes and smiled slightly as she continued to mistake her finger for a lollipop. Grey, being no stranger to various erotic sights, knew the references to what that could imply. Even though he was sure she was just sucking on her finger, his mind wondered. Her red lips making a perfect ring around her finger. The slight swaying of her illuminating upper body. Those humming moans coming from her throat.

‘She’s having quite the time sucking her finger,’ Grey thought somewhat dejectedly, wishing something else were there instead of her finger, ‘At least shes not going to kill me right now.’ Grey seemed to have spoken too soon, because right after he thought those words, she pulled her hand away from her mouth faster than lightning. Her eyes were wide open when she lunged at his face.

There was no time for a reaction. Not a change for defense. Her attack went unguarded, unparried. Her fangs flashed momentarily like gleaming swords. Grey closed his eyes, not wanting to watch. The attack connected, right on his lips. Without warning, her tongue slipped past his jaws and into his mouth. His eyes snapped open with obvious surprise.

She was pressing her body against his as they embraced lips. He could feel her hands pressing gently against his chest. The sound of his beating heart in his ears was overwhelmed with the exotic humming coming from her. While his mind seemed to be in a haze, her long tongue rubbed over his own. Without any conscious thought he rubbed back, feeling how amazingly soft and smooth her tongue was. It slithered under his tongue like a separate creature, embracing his tongue in a lusty frenzy. Grey likewise curled his tongue around hers, not wanting to escape its grasp.

Their lips moved naturally, trying to engulf each other while their tongues playfully wrestled between their mouths. He could taste her blood, the slight taste filling his mind. Her blood tasted sweet, almost too sweet to be human at all. Far off he remembered she wasn’t human, but the rest of his mind and body didn’t care what she was. Grey only cared about how her tongue danced around in his mouth and the exotic tastes of her mouth.

Grey, bombarded with the musky scent of her body, the sweet taste of her blood, and the sensuous feel of her lips made him feel tired. At least, that’s what he thought it was. He could feel his eyes rolling back in both the pleasure of the kiss and his own exhaustion. Dimly, he felt her fingernails lightly digging into his arm, the warmth of her body, and her slippery tongue running around his own before he fell ****.