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Warning: Mentions of cannibalism, kidnapping, and blood

You could feel him, the way his teeth grazed your skin, tongue licking  up any blood that spilled from your wounds, wounds that he caused. His Breath hitting your neck before the sharpness of his teeth chomped down.

“Mmh Ah- Fuck your so fucking delicious..”

You wanted to run, scream, anything to get away from his touch, to get away from him. Instead his hands hooked themselves on to yours  interlacing them in a harsh grip “So warm, I could eat you for days“ his voice rung  with pleasure, almost gleeful from the way you turned your head away from him, he could hear the way your heart was beating, so fast, so loud, you must really love him.  “Ive almost forgotten how you taste..”

Three days with out him, three days were you spent your time in a locked room away from anyones gaze. You doubt anyone even knew you where here, hell anyone who probably did was already decaying underneath the city rubble.

“You seem tense..” His lips grazed your’s, you could feel his smirk “why not take a walk outside?” 

The crackle that imitated from his throat did nothing as your eyes fell to your thigh’s.

“Oh!- Oh my bad, I completely forgot-“ his hand ran down to your knee “-You would need legs for that wouldn’t you?”

You tried to run away once, breaking down the door till your own shoulder popped out of place from slamming your self against it, the way the air shifted to what you had once forgotten, hope in your lungs.

Of course nothing nice ever lasts long.

He had found you, watching from up above, arms crossed over his chest, smile wide, finding it amusing how your once hopeful face sifted into something else. 

It must be love, why else would you look at him like that?  Fire in your eyes, the way your heart quicken- even by the smallest fracture, It has to be love, what else could it be? 

He made sure that wouldn’t happen again.

“You should have just stayed put like I told you.” Your eyes refused to look at him, even when his teeth ripped apart your flesh from your shoulder “You would still have your pretty legs if you did..”

“Of course they’ll grow back” he mused tongue taking another lap over the blood, watching as it slowly stated putting each other back together.  

“But like always-“ you hissed at the sudden grip on your throat, your eyes harsh as he forced you  to look at him. “-Ill make sure to eat them up~”

Mark Grayson is a certifying pussy eater, his warm slick tongue running a lap over your already dripping folds, his hands holding your hips in place as they circle gentle motions, all while his own hips rubbed against the folds of your sheets for pleasure

"your such a good girl~" his hums and groans sending shivers down your spine, all while your hips chased his mouth, pussy soaking, oh god you were so close....

Mark Grayson who would watch as you squirm and squeeze his head as your back ached, toes curled and face flushed, nonsenses leaving your swollen lips unable to form any actual words

"Fuck your so wet..." his fingers playing with your hole as his tongue continued to suck the living hell out of you.

Mark Grayson who refused to stop even after your whimpers and pleases to stop and let you catch your breath, he wasn't moving , no way, not after he had been craving you all day, and especially not when he had you just where he's been wanting you, Right underneath him.

after the third time you would think he would have had his fill...right?

Nope

"Please, 'm sorry, just- please let me keep eating you out..."