Pls more neck stuff with Mallek,,,People are thirsty,,thank u, btw

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He seems to be very interested in your blood temperature…and what a more convenient place to feel it than your neck? It’s got it all. Warmth, the soothing pulse from your veins…the smooth and sensitive skin he loves to put his lips on.

However he’d be up for something a bit more…out of the ordinary, today. The sensation of his teeth pressing hard against your skin feels nice to both you and him, but the thought of taking it to the next level excites him a lot. You shudder at the thought of what he is planning to do to you- since most of the hints he had dropped to you were creepily vague. He reassures you, before explaining what he wishes to perform on your poor neck. Hearing it brings a strong shiver along your spine. This way of warming your lover up…is pretty much vampiric. But it’s him who is doing it, so it gives off a sense of safety, somehow. But fuck, man. He’s going to give you a hickey- rainbow drinker-style!

Strange! He’s not even a rainbow drinker. But you get the picture. He’s going to bite you and suck your sweet, sweet (and hot) blood. God. It sounds neat to you, but what if it hurts? Will you get ill from the blood loss? If it all happens to end up being a huge failure, will you even survive? You discard all of this paranoid bullshit from your mind. Mallek’s your lover! He surely knows what he’s doing. At the worst possible outcome, he will manage to make sure you end up alive. Plus, his affectionate licks and begging eyes are too much for you to handle. At this point, you’d be glad to neck-feed him. Oh, my. “neck feed”. This sounded silly.

You pull the collar of your hoodie down, exposing your bare neck, rich and veiny, for Mallek to sink his sharp fangs in. He starts by sucking and lapping at the perfect spot for his “meal”. You whimper softly. A hand comes to your cheek and caresses it, in an attempt to reassure you. It certainly does make you feel better, but the tension and anticipation of the actual bite still terrifies you. He hisses a bit to try to distract you from the pain. It just makes it sound more animalistic, of all things. Uugh.

And out of nowhere…you begin to feel pointy tips pressing hard into your skin, with an initial acute, stinging pain that soon was dissipated by the coldness of his mouth as he pierces it. Surprisingly enough…they didn’t hurt too much. Damn, his canines truly are sharp. If they were any more blunt they’d hurt like a motherfucker. You feel the area of the bite become hot and your lover’s licks beginning to become more frequent. A sigh comes from his mouth as he swallows the first streams of the constantly-leaking crimson fluid. Is he liking the taste? If he is…it’s, uh, not creepy at all! He’s a carnivore, right? Liking blood is something that he just gotta do. However you don’t just sigh and moan while chomping away at a cheeseburger, no matter how much you like them. That’s something that only freaks do. But hey, Mallek IS a freak at this point. Just look at him.

You end up distracting yourself from the feeling of his lips latching onto your red-smeared skin and sucking at the scars he gave you, coaxing a thicker gush from your neck right into his mouth . It drains you of your blood way more than just letting it drip freely. He gulps down the rich “drink” hungrily and eagerly. Boy, he’s enjoying himself a bit too much. You’re not dizzy yet, but you don’t doubt you’ll soon be if he doesn’t stop his eager bloody feast, his breathing becoming heavier by the second. His tongue licks away at the wound, as if trying to savour every drop that comes from you.

When you start thinking you’ll both stay there until Mallek sucks you dry, he pulls away from your neck, and wipes any remaining fluids from you with his sleeve. You turn your head to face him. He’s got a delighted look on his face, cheeks flushed a light cobalt and his lips stained red from what he just did to your poor flesh, a little trickle of blood and drool coming from a corner of his mouth. The hickey left near your nape is complete with all of the dents left from your lover’s fangs- two big ones on top, plus the other two in the bottom complement the look. It feels pretty warm to the touch, and at this point it no longer hurts, save for the occasional throb. It’s a mark you’re proud to leave exposed, so everyone knows who owns you.

As a possible apology for any distress caused by his feeding, he kisses you on the lips, his bloodied tongue sliding smoothly into your slightly agape mouth. It is surprisingly warm at this point- and as it wriggles inside, it tastes metallic and weird. Is he beginning to bring you into something new?…