In The Flesh(Teeth)

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Blood, oh, the smell of it has never been so tantalizing

I NEED, I WANT

"Don't touch!" They screech at me, but I am already fixing my mouth to the sac. My tongue pierces the thin membrane and drills into the flesh of the blood slave.

So hot and flavorful, I savor every drop of the human's life as it spills onto my tongue. I grasp the sac desperately with my hands, the claws on the ends of them making holes in it. White liquid beads on the surface, but I don't notice. Blood drops out of my mouth and fills the grooves of my taut grey skin.

Lust for this creature's blood turns my vision hazy and makes saliva spill into my mouth. I feel the need to tear flesh and chew bones overcome me.

Blood, blood, give me humans full of it, I can never get enough. I rip open the sac where the human lays, my razor sharp claws making easy work of it. Nestled there, in all it's naked glory, is a blood slave. I snarl with and anticipation for what comes next.

I viciously seize the human from its nest and sink my teeth into its flesh. My teeth elongate and grip the muscle beneath the skin. I rip the skin away with a quick jerk of my head. I take a moment to chew the tasty morsel and swallow it. The human wakes up, disturbed from its comatose state, and screams at the sight of me. It does not cry out in pain, the paralytic venom coating my tongue deadening the nerves.

Finally, the artery exposed, the fountain of blood flows freely. I open my mouth and let it squirt into my mouth. I melt into ecstasy as I tear the human apart piece by piece.