“As divine as usual.”

Arlechinno praised, licking off the specks of blood staining the corners of her lips and on her abnormally sharp canines with a swift movement of her tongue, her thumb gently brushing over the new and fresh bite mark she had carved onto your soft and delicate skin.

You were splayed beneath her figure, breathing heavily with your eyes about to give up and shut any second. She remained looming over you and pinning you down on the mattress of the king sized bed with dark and wine red thick blankets, x-marked eyes looking down at you hungrily and with fascination.

Not a night goes by without you ending up in this predicament, without her completing her daily routine and ritual—intaking your blood into her system like some carnivorous animal with the need to feast.

It’s a miracle you were still alive and breathing—like she was doing it on purpose, so you could suffer the pain and fatigue of the aftermath every time she’s finished with you.