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All he could smell was blood. The sweet, heady scent covering their writhing bodies. Apostle's hand smeared your own blood over your bare stomach as he pulled you tighter against his bare body, puffs of hot breath tickled against your neck, followed by the sting of his fangs dragging against your skin. Not hard enough to puncture, not yet. The bed underneath you was going to stain with the mess they were making, but that was fine. He could do with new comforters anyways.
"Mmm..." He nearly purred, free hand dragging the sharp tip of his pocket knife over your supple skin, dark eyes focusing on the way the line went white before prickling with red. It was so easy to pierce, to draw that sweet red liquid you were already covered in. You mortals were so fucking weak, it was addicting.
"You smell like a slut." Apostle mumbled, fangs glancing over the shell of your ear as he licked up the blood dripping from an old bite, holding himself back from sinking his fangs in and draining your pretty little face of the blood making it so red. "Smell like a little fucking blood whore."
Apostle had purposely not fed you his blood recently, enjoying playing with their addiction like it was a game. He enjoyed the way you squirmed and begged, how you would prostrate yourself for him like he was your God. The moment he saw you that first time, he knew that addicting you to him would be the right choice.
He always did have a good eye for finding sluts that would be easy to manipulate.
The hand holding the pocket knife drifted from your body, drawing the blade over his pectoral until the blood flowed down his bare chest, following the contours of his body.
"You want your fucking blood? Then drink." He hissed, dropping the knife with a clatter next to your head, Apostle's hand pushed through his own blood before smearing it all over your face and mouth, eyes lighting up with wicked pleasure at the way you looked. So pretty, covered in your own blood, and now his. Such a perfect toy, Apostle just hoped he didn't break this one.
"Clean your fucking face. Don't waste a drop of your masters blood."
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