My nails bite at my palms as I suck down a gasp of pain.
I don’t ignore the feeling of your teeth in my neck, the pain of you sinking into me like some hungry animal. I don’t ignore the feeling of your arms wrapping themselves around me, of nails digging into my skin and tearing away at flesh. My instincts command me to resist, to fight, to run from the pain.
Your teeth just grow harder, more violent as my body quivers and my blood burns. Blood flows between my legs and I clamp down. The pain grows ever more intense, ever harder to resist, as it gives way to another feeling, a swimming feeling; the feeling of your hunger begins to fill my head and cloud my thoughts.
My palms bleed as my trembling fists clench tighter than they ever have.
Your nails tear skin and spread flecks of blood around us. The power of your fangs and nails, the power of you begins to overwhelm me.
“Nn…ah~” a moan escapes my lips as your teeth sink in so deep that the iron taste of my blood fills your mouth. Surrendering to the pain, to the passion of sensation, my body stirs and my hips buck softly, my eyes fluttering closed
My fists break into open hands, gentle and calm. Instinctually, automatically, naturally, my arms fall around your shoulders, and pull you ever closer.
As I’m enveloped by your hunger, I wrap you in acceptance.
I accept this pain, because it is born of passion and hunger.