Haunted Wood into a dream within a dream

His jaws wrapped ever so slowly around as much neck flesh as he could grab, so tight that the fluttering pulse of his victim could be felt against the blood coated flesh of his tongue. You would think that he meant to crush the jugular but no, instead a low sound of rapture was emitted from the female's throat and a low, throaty sound from his own was released as the blood flowed over his tongue and down his throat while their bodies moved together in unison...



His walk was filled with the smooth, lively gait of one who had just received the best gift in the world, his expression like a child who had stolen a piece of candy and was enjoying it guilt free. He reeked of sex and the sweet, metallic tang of blood, a smirk on his maw as he walked back into the territory and almost immediately into his father. He paused and while still smirking he gave an exaggerated nod of respect, cocky and leering in manner though his posture and expression were genuine enough to show he regretfully toned down his taunting nature to show respect where was due. He said nothing because he had nothing to say and as such quirked a brow and silently regarded the man to see if something was said.