09-19-2009, 02:28 PM
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IMAGE CREDITHybrid felt like he was becoming something else. Someone else. Becoming Samael. Becoming a masochist. For now. But only for Samael. The feeling of Samael's fangs against his throat caused Hybrid's chest to seize and clench, a strange, painful -- yet pleasurable -- feeling. He remained still, anticipating and waiting for the next move. Waiting for the next feeling, this strange, strange feeling. He shivered as he felt Samael's teeth tear his flesh; exhaled slowly as the smell of blood permeated the air. Hybrid's limbs felt heavy, but that was alright; he had no intention to move at all.
Hybrid then realized that his panic has quickly been replaced by a feeling of content, or perhaps, a feeling of calmness. It was strange, but it intrigued him, much like Samael did. Hybrid grinned at Samael's words, laughing raucously. "Yes, my sweet. I missed you, too," Hybrid replied, perhaps with a little more honesty than Samael. Hybrid's grin widened as he followed Samael's gaze. Fuck was the only thing he could think of. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Hybrid then realized that his panic has quickly been replaced by a feeling of content, or perhaps, a feeling of calmness. It was strange, but it intrigued him, much like Samael did. Hybrid grinned at Samael's words, laughing raucously. "Yes, my sweet. I missed you, too," Hybrid replied, perhaps with a little more honesty than Samael. Hybrid's grin widened as he followed Samael's gaze. Fuck was the only thing he could think of. Fuck, fuck, fuck.