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estdeus_innobisDay 145, Friday, October 24th
Past midnight, before dawn
Outside of town
Her moans are fitting to the luscious taste of her blood in my mouth. A slow lick begins the process of healing for her pierced thigh. Her eyes are still blurred with her orgasm and the mental overlay I gave her of lovemaking. Her guilt will hide it from her husband, while the pleasure will keep her eager and malleable to my imposition of will. "My husband won't be back for days, if you want to stay the night."
Licking my teeth, I feel them return to their flattened state. "Oh, if only I could, little coneja. But I have patients that need me. I shall return when I may. Oh, coneja? Eat more red meat, you look so pale." The back of my hand brushes her cheek while I raise her gaze to meet my glowing one. I give the mental thrust that shall make it a command instead of request. I cannot have my food supply laid low by something as foolish as anemia.
The road leading back to town is a small distance from the farmhouse. The waxing moon is lighting the night more and more, something appreciated as the Matriarch's blood has since been purged by my little bird's strange power. She has not visited me as I suggested, perhaps it is time I came to visit instead. The clouds cover the moon once more though and rain is in the air. I should increase my pace if I want to return to town before it rains once more.
[Open to N] Closed.
Past midnight, before dawn
Outside of town
Her moans are fitting to the luscious taste of her blood in my mouth. A slow lick begins the process of healing for her pierced thigh. Her eyes are still blurred with her orgasm and the mental overlay I gave her of lovemaking. Her guilt will hide it from her husband, while the pleasure will keep her eager and malleable to my imposition of will. "My husband won't be back for days, if you want to stay the night."
Licking my teeth, I feel them return to their flattened state. "Oh, if only I could, little coneja. But I have patients that need me. I shall return when I may. Oh, coneja? Eat more red meat, you look so pale." The back of my hand brushes her cheek while I raise her gaze to meet my glowing one. I give the mental thrust that shall make it a command instead of request. I cannot have my food supply laid low by something as foolish as anemia.
The road leading back to town is a small distance from the farmhouse. The waxing moon is lighting the night more and more, something appreciated as the Matriarch's blood has since been purged by my little bird's strange power. She has not visited me as I suggested, perhaps it is time I came to visit instead. The clouds cover the moon once more though and rain is in the air. I should increase my pace if I want to return to town before it rains once more.
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