Thread: Dark Watcher[SeraphinaxLight&lemondrop_gag]

He had nearly forgotten all about the young woman he had set out to save in all the excitement of the nasty corpse-eating demon and the gush of blood from his front and whatnot. That was, until he felt the warmth of her pretty little body at his side and the gentle pressure of her hands on his shoulder and in her closeness, smelled the warm liquor that lay just below the surface of her skin. For several long moments, her concerned cries were lost on him. He was using the remains of his strength to attempt to will his skin to mend itself back together and net in the rest of the red liquid so that it couldnt escape. He needed it. It was no use. He coughed, and licked his lips, attempting to salvage any or the red liquid he could. And if he had to roll to his hands and knees and lap the cooled fluid from the ground, then he would. It didnt matter that it was stale and cold from the time spent within his undead body it was sustaining, and he had little choice but to keep it there. That was, unless he had something to replace it with. And he did. No hospital, he growled, voice rough from exertion and exasperation. He squeezed his eyes shut before reopening them and lifting the lilac orbs to see her through his lashes, her pretty face a mask of worry. Worry for him and his wellbeing. Kasimir almost chuckled. No hospital, he repeated, lifting his hands to reach for her. Even in his state, he could hold her in a struggle but he didnt want her to struggle. Not until it was too late and by then, he would be able to make sure she enjoyed the experience with a minimal level of discomfort. Just like all of the times before. This time, however, he thought he would like to ensure that she remembered who had saved her life, and whom she had been giving herself to for the past several weeks or had it been months? He laid his hand on her back and pulled himself forward, the other hand laying atop hers where they rested on his shoulder, and made to press his face into the crook of her neck. She smelled delicious the richness of her warm blood mingling with the sweet scent of her femininity. It would be a bit impossible to explain what that did to me, wouldnt it? His voice was soft, hand tracing lightly to the small of her back as he turned his head, ignoring how much he would like to nose past the cardigan and nuzzle himself deeper against her. Instead, he licked his lips, tongue brushing over her soft skin, and paused only a moment before sinking his teeth into the tender flesh. Blood flowed immediately, streaming into his mouth as he lapped eagerly, swallowing the hot liquid as soon as he tasted it. Perhaps later he would have time to enjoy it. Now, he needed her to help him survive. As he continued to drink more slowly as the edge was taken off of his need, he pulled her to his lap. She would be weaker now and he was already stronger, unsure of how much he had stolen. But he liked her there, the warmth of her body resting over his cool frame. He paid no mind as he pressed her against him, his own blood staining the front of her pretty little dress, and left her no room for wriggling away, not even when, at long last, he lifted his head to meet her eyes again. The bite on her neck was clean, but his lips were stained with her blood. Kasimir leaned in, brushing her lips lightly with his before he rose, cradling her. Neither of his hungers were sated, but this was not the place to do it.