Kitty plays nice

John had not seen this coming. At all. Vampires were supposed to turn into bats, but this specimen had eyes like a cat and was purring, all while planting tender kisses against his lips. Her fingers were grazing across the remaining gashes on his other cheek, tracing them gently.

When she finally pulled away, her eyes were still those gorgeously mesmerizing cat slits, and she hadn't stopped purring. She licked her lips, then gently tilted John's head so she could suckle his other cheek. John groaned as she descended upon it with renewed vigor and grace, kissing, licking and suckling away the fresh blood.

Through the haze of pleasure, however, he was very much aware he had one hand free. It was just one hand, half as much as he would have liked, but it would have to do. He began to raise it, ever so slightly, hoping the vampire wouldn't notice. Thankfully, she was far too wrapped in skillfully, kissing along his cheek and leaving small bites that, surprisingly, didn't penetrate the skin. When he felt his skin piecing itself back together, he groaned in pain, freezing with his hand just above her hip.

She cooed, concerned and kissed back to his lips - this time, finding his mouth open. Before he could do anything, she was kissing him again but this time her tongue snake it's way inside his mouth and began stroking his own, trying to urge it into action. He was acutely aware that he couldn't even taste a drop of blood in mouth at all. Her other hand released him and both wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer still as she tried to deepen the kiss, purring and moaning in disappointment at his inaction. She really, really wanted him right now.

With both hands free, now he could easily snap her neck. He could but...

John closed his eyes and began returning the kiss without a struggle, his hands resting on her hips. She cooed happily and smiled against him. "Kitty like," she murmured, "kitty like you..."

Encouraged and all thoughts of killing his partner ignored thanks to the aphrodisiac, John began rubbing her hips with his thumbs, slowly moving his hands along her back to scratch her spine. Her passion quickened and she panted needfully into the his mouth, her hand suddenly cupping his cheek. Unable to help himself, one hand began to snake down to her pajama covered ass while the other moved to entangle itself in those luscious, scarlet locks.

As his fingers spread out through her hair, they bumped against something. It was covered in soft fur, flexible enough they he could bend it and vaguely triangular. When his hands tentatively reached for his rear they too found something soft and covered in fur, only it was shooting straight up like a rod and swaying like a snake.

The vampire suddenly broke the kiss, sitting back up on him as she gently pushed the top of her head against him. When John got a good look at her again, he was mesmerized now to see a pair of large house cat ears perched atop her head, both the color of night. Behind her, a large tail swished from side to side as he gripped it gently in his hand, the same shade. Her hair seemed wilder and those nails looked like claws, turning stark bone white at the tips.

The vampire was just smiling contently with her eyes closed, trying to make him pet her ears and tail judging by how she was moving. But now that he saw her, what had happened to her just from - he assumed anyway - drinking his blood, he was in awe. Whereas before she was beautiful without compare, it had been eloquent and refined but at the same time down to earth in a soothing kind of way. Now, as she ran her clawed hand up the side of her body while the other gently began rubbing his chest, she exuded something almost primal with need. Beneath that, however, John could sense a tenderness rarely found in any person, a desire to please not herself but...him. The way her claws avoided leaving scratches across his skin while she ran her knuckles against his neck soothingly, how she flickered her new set of ears and cooed when he gave her the occasional stroke weren't just enticing or beautiful.

They seemed almost a glimpse into her soul.

He hadn't noticed her open those magnetic eyes, but now he was staring into them in awe and wonder, but of which were overtaken by confusion as his brain finally processed something very important.

She was a vampire, and he was a former Hunter. And both were in the throes of passion. He froze completely and released her tail, drawing both hands to his chest in stunned silence.

Her brow furrowed as her eyes became clouded with something. Like she'd just been badly wounded. "Please pet me," she said softly, pleadingly. But unlike the provocative and sensual voice from a few moments ago, her pitch was at a small but noticeable breaking point.

She sounded afraid.

"Kitty's been good, hasn't she?" she whispered, now rubbing his chest with both hands. She needed him to say yes. It was obvious. "Kitty won't be bad." There was no doubt if he didn't do something she'd cry. He could already see the beginning of tears in her eyes, ready to spring free and run down those lovely cheeks of hers.

"Kitty's not a bad girl anymore, she's good," she said it so perfectly it was robotic. Unnatural. Rehearsed. A **** gambit of some kind designed not for John but someone else. John didn't think she was really looking at him now either. She was looking past him, trying to find something long since gone.

And she'd never be able to find it.

"K-kitty's a good girl, isn't she?" Her voice did crack that time. "She played nice." And John couldn't bare seeing her like it either. Not after how...passionate they'd just been.