"Stop moving, you're making it more painful.." Belphegor hissed in annoyance, grumbling as you refused to stay still, squirming his grasp as he held onto your wrists. He pressed against you from behind, biting into your neck, drinking your blood.

It was always such a rare thing to get your blood and he was taking every chance he could get. If only you could stop moving so much, he could fulfill his hunger and maybe let you go for the night.