EVERY ATOM IN THE WORLD
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"If you didn't look so grim all the time I would share some of the secrets of the world with you," I whispered into his ear, stroking his cheek a little too roughly. Personal space was never an issue for me. People who had their own little bubbly worlds could just go die.
"Petrichor. Do you know what that is, Conan?" He shook his head frantically, tears pooling at the corners of his eyes. Poor thing, he was trying so desperately not to cry. I leaned in even closer and rested my chin on his head, my arms twining around his skinny ass body tightly, his face now pressed against the front of my neck. "Mmm, baby, you're so warm. Did you know that, Conan? You're so deliciously warm it should be sinful! Petrichor, my dearest boy, is the scent of the rain on a dry earth."
I felt the last shift in my gums finally take place. I grinned.
"Alas, sir knight, the only 'water' to rain down on this dry earth will be your blood."
He burst into sobs that sounded like a wild animal, clutching to my shirt, struggling to breathe through the tears raking his body. "Please! Please! Maggie, I don' wanna die! Why are you doing this!? Why? Please! Please don't!" I watched him for a long while, his tears being an astounding and pathetic thing to witness, the mass quantity of them soaking my neck and running down my chest to be cradled in between my breasts.
Goodbye, Conan.
My fangs tore into his jugular so easily it was like biting white bread. His gushing blood was my Fountain of Youth, offering me life, speed and power. Even after I drank every last drop from his veins, making a mess in all my pleasurable gorging, I got down on my hands and knees to lick the spilled blood from the soil.
Every last drop, every last blood cell, every atom in that substance would belong to me and me to it. I licked until my tongue was numb; tasting the earth and blood and pure grim of the world reminded me of evilness deep down in all of us. I rested my back on a tree, breathing hard from the feelings and pure ecstasy. I could not remember what it was like to be a human.
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"If you didn't look so grim all the time I would share some of the secrets of the world with you," I whispered into his ear, stroking his cheek a little too roughly. Personal space was never an issue for me. People who had their own little bubbly worlds could just go die.
"Petrichor. Do you know what that is, Conan?" He shook his head frantically, tears pooling at the corners of his eyes. Poor thing, he was trying so desperately not to cry. I leaned in even closer and rested my chin on his head, my arms twining around his skinny ass body tightly, his face now pressed against the front of my neck. "Mmm, baby, you're so warm. Did you know that, Conan? You're so deliciously warm it should be sinful! Petrichor, my dearest boy, is the scent of the rain on a dry earth."
I felt the last shift in my gums finally take place. I grinned.
"Alas, sir knight, the only 'water' to rain down on this dry earth will be your blood."
He burst into sobs that sounded like a wild animal, clutching to my shirt, struggling to breathe through the tears raking his body. "Please! Please! Maggie, I don' wanna die! Why are you doing this!? Why? Please! Please don't!" I watched him for a long while, his tears being an astounding and pathetic thing to witness, the mass quantity of them soaking my neck and running down my chest to be cradled in between my breasts.
Goodbye, Conan.
My fangs tore into his jugular so easily it was like biting white bread. His gushing blood was my Fountain of Youth, offering me life, speed and power. Even after I drank every last drop from his veins, making a mess in all my pleasurable gorging, I got down on my hands and knees to lick the spilled blood from the soil.
Every last drop, every last blood cell, every atom in that substance would belong to me and me to it. I licked until my tongue was numb; tasting the earth and blood and pure grim of the world reminded me of evilness deep down in all of us. I rested my back on a tree, breathing hard from the feelings and pure ecstasy. I could not remember what it was like to be a human.
