Zarina ignored anything else, her eyes looking at his body that continued to deteriorate, her hands wrapping around his cheeks as she began to squish them together, bringing her ruby-red lips towards his.
She began enjoying the soft and sweet taste before grasping the black scales affixed and melted to his flesh and using her strength to tear them off slowly, blood oozing from the slight tear in his skin. Still, she must do this; as his naked body began to show more and more, a burning heat began to build in her loins.
She could feel the racing beat of her heart as she looked at the half-sleeping Vincent, his dazed eyes alternating between gold and red as her hands began to slide across his body, leaning down and extending her long pink tongue to slide across his wounded flesh, hoping the anaesthetic function of her saliva would help lower his pain.
