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Re: Prologue - Luna Ashworth
Khalim just nodded, walking over to her and stepping around to her back, gently tilting her head to the right. "If it's any consolation," He says quietly, close enough that she can feel the breeze from his voice. "You won't care as you feel your life ebbing away..."
A second later, Luna feels a prickling sensation as his fangs sink into her neck, but the pain is almost instantly washed away by a wave of unearthly bliss, more mind-numbing pleasure than she has ever experienced before in her life. Her knees buckle without her noticing, and Khalim moves an arm under hers and around her chest to keep her upright, starting to move her somewhere as he does so.
She vaguely feels the thumping of stairs against the backs of her heels, but is unable to focus long enough to really register what that means. somewhere under the tremendous sensations, she feels her heart pumping faster, trying to push the reduced amount of blood through her veins fast enough to keep everything running, and her vision darkens, narrows. It goes dark completely, and she feels herself nearing death, when a warm trickle of liquid is forced through her lips, followed by the pressing of cold skin onto her lips, the trickle continuing unabated. Her mind instinctually latched onto it as a lifeline, sucking greedily and even reaching up with her hand to take hold of what she now knew was a wrist, once her limbs had revitalized enough to do so. Finally, the wrist tore itself out of her grip, and she felt herself slip into unconsciousness again, somehow knowing that she would awaken again sometime soon. The last thing she felt before her mind slipped entirely was somewhere, deep inside her soul, something broke free, and let out a roar...
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Hunger. The only thing she knew, the one overriding need. She was hungry, hungrier than she had ever been in her life. Jumping to her feet and examining her surroundings, she found herself in an empty room. A sound caused her to whip around, to stare at a man, vaguely familiar in some way. he was bound and gagged, desperately trying to worm his way into a corner away from her. Every instinct screamed at her to leap over to him, to sink her teeth into his neck, to feed of his lifeblood until there was nothing left, and she would be sated...
Khalim just nodded, walking over to her and stepping around to her back, gently tilting her head to the right. "If it's any consolation," He says quietly, close enough that she can feel the breeze from his voice. "You won't care as you feel your life ebbing away..."
A second later, Luna feels a prickling sensation as his fangs sink into her neck, but the pain is almost instantly washed away by a wave of unearthly bliss, more mind-numbing pleasure than she has ever experienced before in her life. Her knees buckle without her noticing, and Khalim moves an arm under hers and around her chest to keep her upright, starting to move her somewhere as he does so.
She vaguely feels the thumping of stairs against the backs of her heels, but is unable to focus long enough to really register what that means. somewhere under the tremendous sensations, she feels her heart pumping faster, trying to push the reduced amount of blood through her veins fast enough to keep everything running, and her vision darkens, narrows. It goes dark completely, and she feels herself nearing death, when a warm trickle of liquid is forced through her lips, followed by the pressing of cold skin onto her lips, the trickle continuing unabated. Her mind instinctually latched onto it as a lifeline, sucking greedily and even reaching up with her hand to take hold of what she now knew was a wrist, once her limbs had revitalized enough to do so. Finally, the wrist tore itself out of her grip, and she felt herself slip into unconsciousness again, somehow knowing that she would awaken again sometime soon. The last thing she felt before her mind slipped entirely was somewhere, deep inside her soul, something broke free, and let out a roar...
**************************************************
Hunger. The only thing she knew, the one overriding need. She was hungry, hungrier than she had ever been in her life. Jumping to her feet and examining her surroundings, she found herself in an empty room. A sound caused her to whip around, to stare at a man, vaguely familiar in some way. he was bound and gagged, desperately trying to worm his way into a corner away from her. Every instinct screamed at her to leap over to him, to sink her teeth into his neck, to feed of his lifeblood until there was nothing left, and she would be sated...