The Offering

His mouth goes to my other breast carefully sucking the nipple in and teasing it with his tongue. Again, his teeth scrape across it adding only pleasure and desire. I arch up to him and moan softly. He hesitates. I grab the sheets on both sides as I try to refrain from grabbing him. His tongue rolls over my nipple and his cold lips kiss it. I moan again.

I can feel the texture of his skin changing. My heart beats faster. Will I be able to give myself to him this time? I know I must accept him in his true face and I do, oh I do. If I cringe the smallest bit he will not be able to take my flesh in his mouth and feed from it. I will not be granted eternal life. Each time I become more excited with each phase of this transformation, more intrigued. But each time, I cringe at the final step. Just as he is about to plunge deep inside me and take my neck to feed, I can’t offer myself to him as he desires. It’s not because I don’t want, need, desire and crave to have eternal life, but because by giving myself to him, my own transformation will occur. I am so frightened that he will not accept me. If he does not accept me for who I am, I will not have my desires fulfilled. Sometimes I wish he would just take me regardless of my reaction. This evening ritual, although amazingly sensual, is making my hunger wilder than ever before. If I take him before it’s time, my thirst will not be satisfied. He will vanish before I am able to take my prize.

He lets go of my nipple and kisses lower, his tongue snaking across my stomach, making the muscles jump. I moan, my head starting to become hazy again. He can feel me giving myself. He takes the soft flesh of my inner thigh into his mouth. His teeth scrape against it and I can feel the small puncture, just for a taste. A low growl escapes his throat as he takes his taste. “Yes,” I whisper to him. I need to touch him, pull him to me but I lay, offering, as he wishes. His tongue darts over my clit and down my naked lips then slides deep inside me. I arch. Soooooo deep inside. Oh the feeling, the sensation, the pleasure. I fight the urge to release so quickly. I must give myself, all of me. His tongue rolls around inside touching all of its surroundings then plunges deeper. I cry out.

I feel his skin becoming coarse, even his tongue is changing as it thrusts into me. His chin brushes across my lips and my inner thighs, the roughness stimulating my flesh, causing me to arch and push myself to his mouth. I cry out again as I offer more of myself to him. I can feel the changes inside me begin. The hunger burns inside me as we grow near.

His hands slide under my butt to pull me deeper into his mouth. I feel his teeth graze my clit. It sends sensations unknown to most. I cry out and my body shudders softly. A small release to enable me to go on. He looks up at me, his eyes now glowing and the transformation continues. I see his ears start to extend upward and form a point. His teeth continue to grow slowly, they scrape my bare lips occasionally and his tongue reaches depths I have only dreamt of. He pulls his hands from underneath me and takes my breasts into his hands, one on each side. His rough, skeleton looking hands rub my nipples and flick at them keeping them hard. The nails graze across my entire breast and bring chills.

I used to worry that he would sink his teeth into me and take a bite of my body. Each time we are together he takes a taste of me from a different place and I want to give him so much more than a taste. He pulls his tongue from me and takes another taste from my inner thigh. His fang just barely punctures the skin. He feeds hungrily with a thirst that is almost frightening. I give to him as much as he wants without hesitation.

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