The Succubus and the Werewolf

I come up behind you from the shadows, laying my left claw across your stomach, the very tips barely breaking the skin and you gasp as I slide the backside of my right down your cheek, placing my lips against the back edge of your ear, running my tongue, delicately down the back of it sending a tremor through your body. I nip the top of your ear between two of my canines hardly drawing any blood and you flinch into me, pressing yourself so tightly into my embrace that we feel as one. I coil my fingers around your lower jaw and turn your chin away from me, exposing the tender skin of your neck to my personal whims. As I graze your moon white skin with my fangs you release a whimper that sends chills down my spine, almost turning my knees to water. Sliding my left paw down your right hip and thigh slowly, my other gripping the back of your neck I spin you to the ground beneath me, press my lips to yours softly at first then almost viciously as you begin to hunger for the taste of me. You bite my lip splitting it then suck on it pulling my blood from it and as our tongues dance together my mind drifts in the euphoria that oozes off of you soaking into my pores. Pushing me up you cut into my chest with a spike tipped finger then sink your fangs into the wound and begin to drink. Throwing back my head I savagely howl from the pure ecstasy of it all, shaking the very ground we lay upon, vibrating the moon. You stop for a breath and I snap my jaws into your flesh beginning my own feast, biting into thigh, hip, belly, breast, and I work my way, back down to your inner thigh. You tangle your claws in my hair, holding my head in place and scream, splitting the heavens.