"Don't scream, or I'll rip out your throat, girly," you growl into my ear, bright-eyed, your teeth glistening through the murkiness. The smell of the dark alley rises up and suddenly my stomach clenches violently. My hands dig into your wrist, panicking, struggling to free myself. You bite my breast hard enough to make my eyes water. The more I struggle, the harder you bite.
"I love it when you struggle," you mused quietly, grinning to yourself. Your other hand slowly moves up my leg, I'm suddenly paralyzed. I feel my knee being picked up and you pin it against the wall with your body. I feel exposed and vulnerable. You brush my skirt up to my waist, as another whimper of fear escapes my lips. I hear you chuckle as your fingers tease my inner thighs. You finally run them over my panties, a teasing brush and I gasp loudly.
"Oh?," your eyebrows rising, enjoying my embarrassment. You bring your fingers up to your nose and inhale deeply, "Mmmm, makes me hungry." Another whimper escapes my trapped throat. I try to buck off your grip and you impulsively slam me back, smacking my head against the wall. Clenching, your grip tightening, making sure I can't run away. My breathing becoming labored.
"So fucking hot, little girly." Your free hand on my panties once again. You begin to curl your finger around them and start stroking the soft flesh just beneath, lightly dragging your nails across, teasing and tickling. Not quite touching my clit. Your teeth find my breast again and you bite, I gasp hard and begin panting. A chuckle and a smirk on your face. Your soft beard tickling and rubbing back and forth on my collarbone and another bite, and another. I whimper in pain and my cheeks blush in shame as my panties become wet.
The sticky warmth covering your fingers, you bring your hand back up and taste me. My eyes widen in fear as it dawned on me what you planned to do. Your face filled with intent, desire, and insatiable passion. Your bright eyes staring directly into mine.
"Mmmm," you chuckle, a wicked grin across your face.
"Feeding time."
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