Blurred vision with red splashed across the screen registered the moving form slowly giving in. She was not giving up – that he no longer expected, but her strength was slowly fading into weakness, betraying her. Haku’s reserves seemed unlimited as the rush of his blood frenzy continuously roared in his ears, causing the demon to edge him on until he got what his hungry fangs searched so for. Though his ruined shoulder was being gauged and destroyed he could not bear to take his attention away from her luscious front. His heart throbbed joyfully against the inside of his armoured chest, for this was the world he wanted to live in. He was unaware of the mixture of blood muddled with bile that erupted from the female’s mouth – all he knew was that he desperately needed to sink his teeth into her flesh and draw out that precious red.
There was no way for the male to tell the duration of their deadly kisses, but suddenly his world lighted up again as his sharp fangs dug deep into her chest again. His body cringed slightly from the heavy claws dug into his shoulder, but other needs had to come first. This time he held on and drank greedily from her crimson weeping chest. His body expressed relief when his shoulder was finally free. Sharp claws dug into his muzzle and attempted to draw him away from oblivion. For a moment his jaws were parted as puzzlement was the ruling force in the man’s world. The move seemed odd, though it was made by a being that was dying. There was no dignity or thought left, only desperation.
Being in his secui form where his jaws were at their most powerful, he resisted and recovered as she tried to open wider. Perhaps this move could have succeeded if her clawed paws had been optime hands. His jaws were stronger than the limbs that were mostly designed to support a heavy body. She held on, however, but her strength was fading away with the nonexistent wind. Claws lashed out toward her exposed underside as his jaws battled for freedom to dig into her soft chest again. Both knew it was over, but desperation did not run less furious through him as he pushed and pushed to seek his oblivion.
She dwindled away and her body was heavy as he slowly pushed her over, following close as her back collapsed against the hard ground. Red made her even more beautiful, but the beast had no time to admire true art as his fangs found the feebly thudding vein in her throat and let the woman’s soul go. For a moment he was embraced with bliss before her form faded away – impossibly but true. The devil’s fangs dug furiously into the grounds where her limb body should be. He turned on his ruined shoulder and gnawed at it without reaching the same pleasurable peak as he tasted his own, tainted blood. It was not the same. They had cheated him for what he craved. Blue eyes could suddenly see clearly and he saw the mist give way for the large structure that represented the soul of the vessel. This wasn’t real. He could hear the child weep, and the hidden sky above opened and mourned down on him.
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