The hunger Kanae felt wasn’t determined to kill but to taste. Taste you. It was almost vampire like to have her canines extend whenever she took a glance at you. She couldn’t. No — she wouldn’t know if she’d go feral. This was and is obviously new ever since Inunaki village.

Never did she think she would have gone feral in a different way. There you were, under her touch as your lips fought for dominance. With every move, every moment became sloppy. Pulling back with a heavy sigh, a small whine of protest escapes Kanae.

That’s when you see it from her parted lips. Sharp fangs. You were with her when her mother went insane. It was the same look. Kanae can sense your small wave of fear and she kisses all over your face then your jaw to your neck. “I promise I won’t hurt you,” she whispers softly, her hot breath on your neck. “It won’t hurt…” Kanae assures again, almost assuring herself.

Her hand slips and intertwines with yours and squeezes tightly.