A foolish endeavor, the height of madness. But Alastor’s relationship with sanity was tenuous at best, especially when it came to Lilith. He hungered, and she’d look so pretty with her skin torn and covered in red.
He gave in and sank his teeth into her soft flesh with the enthusiasm of a starving cannibal, never one to resist his impulses if he could help it.
A fascinating sound would entice.
Cannibals did know how to bite, but that was QUITE CLEAR.
Had she expected him to have such a rebellious streak to just...Come over and embed his teeth into her?
No. No, absolutely not. He could not possibly be so stupid? Masochist, possibly. But usually, if he was to do such, it was when she knew he was going to do it!
Even if he still had his mouth fastened onto her, silence would sound a warning. She would smack him in the face like a naughty dog, her black tar seeping into his lips.
" Tsk, tsk. I thought you knew better? "
Be cautious now. She may bend you over her knee and spank you, just as Mother did!