Romans & histoires My Kitten Bite Me And Drew Blood

I ask and he smirks. "I wouldn't be mad if I had to get stitches trust me, Kitten. Harder." He says and I shrug, I take the blade and bury in his skin a little more closing my eyes prepared to hear cries, when I only hear low guttural groans. I swipe the blade the two inches worth and open my eyes. "Oh, I'm coming." He groan and I start licking over the wound not caring his juices are covering both me and him.

Then I finally hear it, her breathing. Kitten is close. Let’s go get her buddy. Using my werewolf speed, I catch up to her, finding her trying—and mostly failing—to climb a tree. “Oh, little kitten. You’ve been caught.” I growl out. Grabbing her by the waist, I toss her to the ground. “Asshole! That hurt! I asked for orgasms, not a wrestling match.” She growls out. Kitten has claws. “You sound like an angry little kitten.” I chuckle.

“There, so beautiful.” I hold the end of the leash and give a tug, pulling her off the chair and down to her knees. She gasps, grabbing her neck in horror. “Is this—is this…?” She was on the verge of hyperventilating. “Breathe. You're hardly a pet without a collar. Be on your best manners, Kitten, and I won't tug too hard.”

Before James could get back to his feet, Prissy leaps forward sinking her claws into his shoulder causing him to yell out. James is struggling to pull the kitten off his shoulder, and I can only sit back and laugh. “A little help,” he growls at me. Reaching down I grab the fluff ball around its midsection and try to pull it from his skin. Prissy releases her grip from James and turns her tiny murder mittens on me. Twisting in my hands she bites down on my thumb and bunny kicks my forearms with her back feet. I step over James and put the kitten down on the bed. Prissy growls at us again and we both run towards the bathroom, practically busting the door down.

I'm afraid enough so I bring it back to its cage but it's biting my index finger. "Aww!" I scream a little because it hurts but when I look at my index finger where she bites it, my mind and face turn into confusion. Why my blood is violet? Why? I look at the kitten again— No! she's not a kitten anymore. She's become a grown-up cat with different scars. She became bigger than me! "WHAT IS HAPPENING!?!" I scream as I move backward but my body is so weak maybe because of its bites. "Don't be afraid. I'll help you, just trust me" my eyes widen. Did I just really heard that right!?

I think it also meant that I should leave him alone and go away. Just then we both heard a meow. A white kitten jumped from a low roof and landed before us, I could smell blood. It was injured. The poor thing limped towards us, its cries increasing showing that it was in pain, "Please don't eat it." I moved before Mr grump and blocked his way when he began to move towards the kitten, "I know deep down in your cold, rude and non-existent heart you have a flicker of k-" He ignored my pleas, went past me, and moved towards the cat. He bent towards the ground in front of it, "If you eat it, I will knee you in the balls and shove a stick far up your arse and have my father kill you!"

Every bone was messed up and I couldn't move in any way. "Soon, kitten. Could you drink some of my blood?" Kirsch bit his own wrist, "I know you didn't want to, but it would really help." "Why wouldn't I want to? I like strawberry..." I turned my head, my lips on his shoulder. "No! Not there!" Kirsch dodged in panic, "Here, kitten!" I frowned when he pressed his wrist on my lips. His blood was sweet, but it smelled better from his neck. I wanted to drink from there.

But then a sharp pain shot through my arm, and I sat up; gasping for air. My hands flew to my throat as the breath sawed in and out of my lungs and then a pitiful whimper alerted me to Cat's presence beside me. I blinked down at her in shock; trying to sort out what had just happened. My left forearm ached, and I lowered it to see a large bite on it; blood dripping onto the silvery sheets. "You bit me?" I rasped. Cat whined again; edging forward to lick at my wound. Then her eyes darted to the foot of the bed, and she began to growl. I tensed but saw nothing there, just a shimmer; a disturbance in the air that coasted across me before disappearing entirely. Cat quieted and looked at me again

He licked her sweet spot and grazed his teeth against the love bite he painted upon her skin. Eyes dilating, he slowly sunk down his sharp teeth then bit her. She cried underneath him but he held her tightly even as light tears escaped her eyes. He tasted her blood and he quickly licked his bite, mending her pain. Just then, he felt her walls tightening around him. She was coming. With one last deep thrust, she came undone and he fell apart after her. He held her tight as she milked him. "There you go," he murmured to her neck. "Breathe, Kitten."

He smiles as the tiny kitten rubs up against him and purrs loudly while echoing throughout the small little one room hut. Just when everything starts to seem like it has calmed down, something strange happens, and I am gripped by an intense pain that spreads from my head to my toes and back again. My face must show how much it hurts because he places the kitten on the table in the corner before he wraps his arms around me and holds me tight. “It is happening now. I am so sorry.” He says while his breathing becomes rapid, and his voice sounds strained as if it hurts him more than it does me.