"I want you to bite me."
Still as bashful as ever, Sarah's fuzzy face flushes a soft crimson, "M-max, you really want this?"
Gesturing her lower half only causes you to sigh.
You grip the sides of her, careful not to accidently pinch the freshly grown wings, gently comforting the fur between the two of you.
"I'm sure."
Pointing the right side of your chest, "Just try to do it around here, or anywhere easy to cov-"
Deaf to the unfinished request, deep in bloody lust, wiping away her drool, her steps crack any hesitation she'd have.
Leaping at a non-human velocity, the sudden change in her alone is enough to stumble you over. Even without the newly found desires her change has awakened in you.
Now taking advantage of your displacement, she dives herself into your chest, rapidly sinking fangs at a plethora of angles.
Claws did their way into your handles, discomfort and a new desire fight their way for control. Feeling yourself pressed so hard against the ground seems to have you in a dazed state, your body unsure of what to do, freezing while contemplating the standard fight or flight response instincts that kick in, often at mass loss of blood.
Numbness.
Pain..
Static change of thoughts...
Desires....
Obstinate refusal to move.....
Fatigue weighs itself on your erratic thoughts...