She tried to hold her mouth closed, seeing him bite his finger and then move to force feed the blood pooling on it to her. Karie recalled his words.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"You forfeited your freedom by... ingesting my blood." </span>She tried to turn her face away, but the fact of the matter was he was simply too strong and overpowered her anyway. He pulled her jaw down and he saw the mighty wince that followed as the one side of her face hurt badly. She would bruise and it wouldn't become a pretty color, eventually. His blood touched her tongue and she tasted it. All of a sudden, her body relaxed and her tongue began rubbing just beneath the cut, urging more of it out. She remembered how good it felt the last time. Now... more of his blood was given and she wished he'd let go so she could suck on the opening and drink more.<br/><br/>There was an actual pout on her face when his finger shifted when he picked her up. She thought he was going to pull his finger out of her mouth, but was glad when he didn't. Her body jerked when the fabric pulled against her flesh until he cut it away. Her eyes lulled half way closed as she kept licking away the large drops of blood that continued to be given her. The sensations hit her strongly and she shook under his hands, not really caring that he made her naked. It only was a promise of being used again. Her hands began to run along the lines of her body as the vines began curling around her neck, closing her throat only a tiny bit. Still she licked at his blood as if it was nectar from a god. His blood had almost turned her into a purring, sex-driven kitten. Karie didn't notice the change in her as glorious feelings rippled through her, calling inside her mind to lower down onto her knees and crawl for him.<br/><br/>She rolled onto her belly with a grunt of disappointment. She wanted more of that delicious blood, the way it heated her body and rendered such sensitivity to her. He heard her whimper as she began to crawl as he'd beckoned her to, behind him. Hips rose high and swayed as she took the steps necessary to follow him. The ground hurt her palms and knees, though his blood ensured the pain only added excitement to the pleasure his blood afforded.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3">"I cannot even cover myself with you?" </span>she asked with an impish voice before a short giggle flowed afterwards. She saw herself from the side, her body hurrying across the ground to keep up with him and it didn't seem to matter right now in this moment. Later would prove differently, but for now he seemed to have subdued her rebellious spirit.