Post by selene on Dec 10, 2011 23:56:09 GMT -8
Selene was pleased when the human seemed to relax, even putting his arms around her waist. That was good... it meant he knew things he could do to relax himself, and she wouldn't have a frightened human on her hands while trying to feed. She could feel his heartbeat against her own chest, and she frowned slightly, wondering why it was still so fast after he had slumped down slightly. He had even made a contented sound, or so she'd thought... was he actually in some sort of discomfort?
She paused for a moment, sniffing at his throat to catch his scent. He didn't seem terribly frightened, but there was... something... in his scent that made her feel a bit odd. She almost felt lightheaded, smelling him, but she decided it must be due to the urge to feed. She was growing quite urgent in her desire to get her Fill, and she knew she would have to begin soon so as to avoid taking too much from Alistair.
“Hmm? Oh… oh, right. I-I think I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”
Selene tried not to smile as she lowered her mouth to the side of his throat once more; the human seemed to have a talent for saying odd things and getting himself confused. Gently, so as not to startle him, she licked a small patch of his skin, cleansing it with her healing saliva, before she whispered to him.
"Do not move, Alistair, and it will not hurt you. I begin now."
She hesitated one more instant, readying her aim, before she struck. Her mouth was open, baring her fangs, in a fraction of a second, and she bent forward in a movement far faster than any human could imitate, bringing her fangs to his skin. She bit, slowly for her but still impossibly fast for a human, into the spot where she knew his jugular to be, then pulled out her fangs so that his red blood would run for her. Slowing down slightly in that few seconds while she waited, she stroked his hair again, petted his arm with her right hand while her left buried into the hair at the nape of his neck, holding him still.
Finally, enough blood was in the wound that she could begin to feed. Selene lowered her mouth to the marks her fangs had left almost lovingly before beginning to suck at them, a soft sound of delight escaping her at her first mouth-full. She really had been hungry, and just as humans relished their first bite of food in such situations, she moaned into her first swallow of blood. True to her word, she immediately began the careful process of healing the wound while she fed, her tongue darting out to both lick the wound and bring more blood into it, setting her saliva to work both healing the human and helping her feed.
The flavor of Alistair's blood was not as remarkable as Sullivan's, Selene noted, but then again no other human that she had ever come across had the delectable taste that the Syndicate leader alone seemed to possess. Still, it was decidedly better than much of the others she'd fed on, and she decided to pause and tell him so. She carefully sucked until she knew that she'd have a few seconds before the wound would make a mess of blood before raising her head, her mouth smeared with red blood that to a human would probably look like gruesome lipstick. She did not note this, however, not even regulating the momentary blood-lust in her eyes, not considering that again, to a human, it would likely appear to be a different sort altogether.
"You possess a... unique flavor, Alistair," she murmured, again stroking his face, her fingers tracing his cheeks, his nose, his lips, in a gentle cataloging of features, "It is not so good as Sullivan's, but... it is pleasurable. I thank you for letting me feed..." She noticed that his blood had come to the surface faster than she had expected and was starting to seep down his throat towards his collarbone. She immediately lowered her head again, lapping up the drifting blood before returning to her feed, shifting her body slightly forward as she did so in order to get comfortable again.
[Hehe... poor Alistair... I almost feel bad for him... almost...]
She paused for a moment, sniffing at his throat to catch his scent. He didn't seem terribly frightened, but there was... something... in his scent that made her feel a bit odd. She almost felt lightheaded, smelling him, but she decided it must be due to the urge to feed. She was growing quite urgent in her desire to get her Fill, and she knew she would have to begin soon so as to avoid taking too much from Alistair.
“Hmm? Oh… oh, right. I-I think I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”
Selene tried not to smile as she lowered her mouth to the side of his throat once more; the human seemed to have a talent for saying odd things and getting himself confused. Gently, so as not to startle him, she licked a small patch of his skin, cleansing it with her healing saliva, before she whispered to him.
"Do not move, Alistair, and it will not hurt you. I begin now."
She hesitated one more instant, readying her aim, before she struck. Her mouth was open, baring her fangs, in a fraction of a second, and she bent forward in a movement far faster than any human could imitate, bringing her fangs to his skin. She bit, slowly for her but still impossibly fast for a human, into the spot where she knew his jugular to be, then pulled out her fangs so that his red blood would run for her. Slowing down slightly in that few seconds while she waited, she stroked his hair again, petted his arm with her right hand while her left buried into the hair at the nape of his neck, holding him still.
Finally, enough blood was in the wound that she could begin to feed. Selene lowered her mouth to the marks her fangs had left almost lovingly before beginning to suck at them, a soft sound of delight escaping her at her first mouth-full. She really had been hungry, and just as humans relished their first bite of food in such situations, she moaned into her first swallow of blood. True to her word, she immediately began the careful process of healing the wound while she fed, her tongue darting out to both lick the wound and bring more blood into it, setting her saliva to work both healing the human and helping her feed.
The flavor of Alistair's blood was not as remarkable as Sullivan's, Selene noted, but then again no other human that she had ever come across had the delectable taste that the Syndicate leader alone seemed to possess. Still, it was decidedly better than much of the others she'd fed on, and she decided to pause and tell him so. She carefully sucked until she knew that she'd have a few seconds before the wound would make a mess of blood before raising her head, her mouth smeared with red blood that to a human would probably look like gruesome lipstick. She did not note this, however, not even regulating the momentary blood-lust in her eyes, not considering that again, to a human, it would likely appear to be a different sort altogether.
"You possess a... unique flavor, Alistair," she murmured, again stroking his face, her fingers tracing his cheeks, his nose, his lips, in a gentle cataloging of features, "It is not so good as Sullivan's, but... it is pleasurable. I thank you for letting me feed..." She noticed that his blood had come to the surface faster than she had expected and was starting to seep down his throat towards his collarbone. She immediately lowered her head again, lapping up the drifting blood before returning to her feed, shifting her body slightly forward as she did so in order to get comfortable again.
[Hehe... poor Alistair... I almost feel bad for him... almost...]