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Kinktober: Bloodplay Happy Halloween 🦇❤️ #kinktober #sylus ────🩸──── His presence never ceases to astound you. Sylus, an archfiend, who never needs anyone to notice him. You feel his presence as it lingers in the air, the way all your senses seem to fall into tune with the very way he exists in your vicinity. You smell the scent of him permeating your nose with the gentle breeze of air that follows the sound of unfurling wings. Beautiful and translucent under the moonlight; they span right across your vision and shroud you in a shimmering veil. Your fingers reach out on instinct, gentle as your touch traces across the delicate patterns. Sylus snarls softly under his breath, barely containing the hunger that swells in his body. His teeth glint under the light, needle-sharp fangs bared for you to see. You barely make a sound as your fingers continue to trace along the top of his wings, purposefully avoiding the most sensitive spot where they connect to his back. Sylus’ head bows between his shoulders, heavy breaths lifting his chest up and down rhythmically. “Beautiful,” you whisper. “I could admire them all day.” As you near the wingtip, Sylus’ hand shoots out and grabs you around the wrist. He holds you there firmly no matter how hard you tug. Watching his body, you can picture the expression on his face - eyes dark with lust, mouth watering with hunger. Sylus says nothing - barely reacts - as your other hand caresses his face and you lift his head to look at you. The red of his eyes catches the moon’s reflection and you can see how desperately he pleads even with how instinct-driven he must be at this very moment. You know what he wants to hear from you - your permission. “Give in, my dear Count. Feast.” You turn your head, baring your neck to him like the most tantalising dish. His body moves closer, unable to resist the temptation. You feel his breath wash across your skin, warm and carrying the scent of rich wine. Sylus inhales deeply. “You smell divine.” His nose brushes up the side of your neck, trailing the pulsing vessel just beneath the surface of your skin. His teeth trail behind, pearly whites just barely touching the surface. A shiver coursed through your body, so deeply impacted with just the sound of his voice that you feel the fire stoke in your stomach. “My dear…dear…*Countess*.” He draws out his syllable, tongue laving over his favourite spot to latch. Beneath his tongue he can feel the warmth of your blood, feel the racing pulse as your breath quickens. His wings give away his excitement, flapping gently in response. Slowly, they enclose around you and surround you in a cocoon of silvery white. “I intend to enjoy my meal without any prying eyes,” he murmurs into your neck. “Let’s taste, shall we?” A sharp piercing sensation enters your neck, quickly masked by a euphoric high that rushes blood to your head. Your vision spins for a moment, your body shuddering at the rush. On instinct, your hands grab onto anything to ground you and your palms close around a familiar leathery sensation. Sylus hisses, pulling away abruptly. The motion leaves your blood dripping from his fangs and spilling down your neck and shoulders, falling between the valley of your breasts. Sylus swallows at the sight of you; every primal instinct inside of him awakening in just that one moment. His wings pull you flush against him, his arms securing you against his body. Sylus pulls and tears at your clothing, cursing the material for being in his desired path. His fingertips stain red with blood as they smear it across your destroyed clothing and chest. Finally freed, Sylus wastes no time and wastes not a single drop. His tongue catches the end of the droplets just as they begin to dip beneath the swell of your chest. He flattens it against your skin, licking it clean as he relishes the familiar taste. Sweet, just like cherry wine.