Is she? No, please tell me she isn’t going into heat. My cheeks warm and the veins in my hands are protruding. I tamper down my monstrous urges and let my teeth sink into her neck instead. It’s either feed and bring her body back to normal levels with my venom, or I’ll end up breeding her in here for fucking hours. She cries out as I suck down her golden blood. It tastes like the sweetest of apples. Rich with life and nectar. How can something as vile as her taste so ethereal?
