† @carnivorarium whispered:
"You'd hardly be a mouthful," Khan spits in revile at the petite girl, yet he keeps her pinned beneath him. Teeth like daggers bare themselves in a snarl. Spittle stained with blood and a strange, noxious molten gold drip down onto her face. The liquid burns wherever it touches her bare skin. "Probably taste like shit, too." A hand blackened with death and writhing veins presses against her delicate neck. He senses something WRONG with her. Something that will likely end worse than an upset stomach if he does take a bite out of her. But he hasn't eaten in days and it feels like months. Years. Decades. He wants he wants he wants he needs and it needs, too. So he yanks a thin arm up, maintaining eye contact, before biting down hard enough to hear her bones creak in protest.
She doesn't flinch -- certainly not at his words, and not even as he pins her down and drools burning molten onto her porcelain skin. She had never felt fear in her entire life, and she wasn't going to start now.
Besides, she's too distracted with fascination.
Head tilts back as his hand presses to her throat; surely the opposite reaction one would expect, her neck pressing more into his palm as she blinked blankly up at him. Her heart raced in her chest, excitement coursing through her veins.
Was his intention to kill her?
Gaze held his as he lifted her arm and began to bite down. Yet still, the young woman remained unflinching, even as jagged teeth tore into her flesh and spilled scarlet. She could feel her bones aching, struggling not to splinter in his jaw. A wondrous feeling, really.
"What a magnificent creature you are..." she remarked softly as her own blood spattered across her cheek.
