Firefly Glen The Witching Hour

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He groomed her, the blood had ceased pouring from the wound but the taste remained. In clumps of drying blood he's chew them clean and lick the rest to take every little bit of it, none would go to waste. From her doing his neck and face were stained in red, fresh and drying in various places. His pale body a canvas to her work and it didn't matter to him, it suited the blood thirsty beast of course. It was natural for him to be bathed in blood of his own or others.

Pressing against him, she presented herself for the absolute sin of adultery. He felt her warmth on his own member, beckoning him to come and play. Why would he deny her such a thing when he wanted it just as much? For a moment he teased, enjoying the moment a little too much as he continued to run his tongue along her neck and threaten to rip it out all at the same time. 

It wasn't until the passion was at a fever pitch did their bodies finally merge, with a low grunt of pleasure, squeezing down on her with a loose grip between his teeth - he allowed nature to take its course. Heat or no, they didn't need an excuse. They were animals after all.