(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

Annah suddenly leaned in, and clasping her hands around my head she
pulled me close, biting me sharply on the neck, giving a soft hiss. Rather
than pulling back, she pressed closely into me and whisperd into my ear.
"D'yeh fancy yer chances?" Her tail began to lash slowly back and forth, but
the rhythm was more hypnotic than angry.
I could feel Annah's heart beating fast in her chest, and the color rising into
her cheeks. Her skin was smooth and soft against mine. The tight embrace
she held me in was pressing the heat of her body into mine. "I want tae tell
yeh something, an' yeh can't poke fun at me."
I licked my lips. "All right..."
"Do yeh know I like the way yeh smell? Oh, aye - it drives me barmier than a
Chaosman, it does." She sniffed up the side of my cheek and gave a low,
eager hiss. "I see the way yeh look at me, and I like it. Yeh've got hungry
eyes, yeh do. It makes me a-fire."
My breathing quickened and my jaw fell slack at her caress. Slim fingers
traced white-hot lines along my flesh, searing an electric tingle along my
scars.
"I want tae bite yeh, soft-like around the neck..." She teased the side of my
neck with her teeth, never breaking skin, and with every whisper, I could
feel her breath along my ear. Her hand slid up around the back of my neck,
and tightens, and I could feel her nails digging sharp crescents into my skin. I
gasped, the pain sobering and drawing me out of that lusty haze and into
Annah's grip. "I want ta drag me nails along the back of yer neck, and force
yeh to kiss me."
"Oh powers above..." I whispered.
"Do yeh know I can smell yeh from fifty paces, that smell of fermaldyhe
pouring offa yeh like one of them dustie shamblers. Maybe if yeh cleaned
yerself up some, yeh'd be a right prize." Her eyes flashed. "I'd make passion
with yeh so hard yeh'd be knocked off the spire." Annah stepped back then,
her tail flicking lightly against my leg, and gave me a hard stare. "So... d'yeh
fancy me?"
Oh what the hell.
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