Drink deep

The satisfying sense of her skin giving way is punctuated by your prey's muffled screech of pain. You feel no guilt nor concern, only warm, tangy fluid filling your mouth, sending shivers down your spine while you greedily gulp it down. She attempts to pull away once more, but you squeeze her tight, almost affectionately, as you feed.

This has the predatory intent of your last feeding, but a certain sensuality to it. You feel in control unlike the last time, and instead of merely empowering you, this blood, so gently taken, arouses and elicits ripples of pleasure through your body, the first real physical stimulation it has in fact felt since waking up.

It may be your own optimistic delusion, but she seems to share your overwhelming arousal. She squirms in your arms, but now she seems to do so slowly, longingly, her trembling gone, only **** gyrations at your touch. Her attempted screams of pain and panic have devolved into gentle and erotic mewling and moans, seemingly of arousal. She even seems to be grinding her ass against your hard shaft, it's tip already damp with precum.

You test your theory by releasing her mouth, and slipping a pair of fingers inside between parted, quivering wet lips. Instead of feeling a sudden hard bite, she lovingly sucks on and licks their cold lengths, mumbling incoherently as she does.

She's your plaything now, mindless and eager, to do with as you please...