She moaned a soft delicious moan as if tasting something succulent. She'd come to like how his venom tasted. The wounds she'd created soon gone but her aggression did not lessen. " it was before I had been completed" the manner in which she said 'completed' was dripping with disgust and disdain. " he injected me with serums and extracts. " her voice low and hollow as if pulling from an empty starving and mad place.<br/><br/>She began to display the same quickness and strength as the night in the forest against the bandits. She pushed his hands above his head against the head board, roughly, her knuckles denting and cracking the wood. She released his wrists but gave him a stern gaze before bringing her hands down his sides to his belt pulling and yanking, the belt bursting through the loops and tearing the basic build of his trousers to pieces. She flung his belt aside and brought her golden eyes back to lock with his. Moving slow like a cat her movements precise and graceful. She seemed to study and decide every spot of his chest and ribs and stomach where she left a bite, a lick grazed her finger tip or left a trail of hot breath.<br/><br/>Everytime,should he try to move his hands or lift his body or hips she'd move back up and her gaze would become stern. Every time he resisted, tensed and obeyed she continued her pilgrimage down his body. Her hands now on his thighs as she snaked between his legs.<br/><br/>"I do not remember much, but this sickly, ravenous voice as stayed with me ever since." Peculiar as it may be that the voice she referred to was truly the voice escaping her lips now. Her eyes seemed to lose their golden blaze and transition...