The Blood Is There
Candy apple. Scarlet. Ruby. No color quite matches that of blood. Blood red... nothing catches that exact shade - spilling wet and warm from a new wound. Pooling cold, slick... a dark stain beneath the limp body. Crimson comes close like blood mingled with chocolate. Maroon is blood but dried, stale, old. Can’t compare to it fresh and sweet... creating patterns in its flow... entrancing in its beauty.
Red across pale - bronzed - brown or ivory flesh. Drowning in its heady scent, metallic coppery tang. Watch as it gushes - splatters - pours from the ravaged carcass. Vermilion. Cardinal. Wine. They're almost there. The color of blood on teeth, lips, tongue... painting everything in its fluid heat. Salty liquid fire more potent than the strongest liquor.
Soaking into marble skin. Swollen mouth bathed in that heavenly color. Pink tongue darts out to catch the drops - licking up the wet trails... low growl... brutally attack and plunder those soft lips... biting... piercing... tearing at that lush haven... ummm....
Cool slick playful tongue stroking, teasing taste... more... more.... Shredding clothes - pale flesh striking pale flesh... claws slicing... low hisses... harsh grunts... deep moans... more... more... body bowed beneath heavy weight....
No tenderness just shove and... uuhhh... ramming deep... so deep... and the red is there... dripping from his torn opening. Savage fucking... feral growls... hands pumping... the red is there... streaming from the shredded muscles - gathering in the hollow of that taunt throat... lapping at the ambrosia ravenous... muscles clenching... tight... so tight... primal roar... body arches slamming in uncontrollably... cumming cumming... aahhh... yesss... sibilant hisses... panting mewls... please... please... seed spilling like blood... mixing two vital essence... semen and blood... blood and semen... fangs out - he’s mewling pathetically on the edge... cruel mocking laugh... then hands rough - careless but not... pulling stroking... cum Spike... wail of tortured pleasure... cumming like blood again....
look away... don’t see... don’t understand... don’t remember... ignore the longing... the pain....
Blood isn’t really red. Not until it leaves the body. There it’s a blue fluid coursing through veins... warm... alive... singing... rushing... pumping.... Trace its path through skin and muscle... smell it just beneath the surface....
See it rise - he’s blushing... cheeks ruby red with embarrassment... life... lust.... No color can match that glow; it’s red. Blood red. Want him... want to see that liquid rush and gather in his hard cock. Watch it swell with that living heat... thick and full. The red is there. Nothing better than this red. Want to stroke that warm flesh... watch it grow harder.
Writhing, mewling, begging under me... skin feverish... so hot... so sweet... burning... aching.... The red is there. Skin flushed - panting... moaning... cum for me - Xander cum. He’s bucking - cumming... spilling like blood... warm and slick on my fingers....
look away... don’t want... don’t yearn... don’t hunger... just don’t... The blood is there.
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