>>2258374It had been happening way too often as of late. A girl a head shorter than me had me on the floor, sweating and panting.
“How are you feeling, Erika?” Jill worried, raising my head.
I was fine but couldn’t speak. Dizzy, blurry vision, could not put two and two together; the whole nine yards; it was like I was drunk.
Not being able to move a finger or see all that well didn’t mean I couldn’t tell what was going on. Medea held me in her arms and like I was a pillow or something, carried me all the way to my bed. Not even Kirby could lift me that easily.
It was real. It had been the real deal. Medea had had me kneel a little so she could reach my neck. She had bitten me from the front so I could see her. She had fore-played some, touching and licking all excited and giddy; mumbling things like “oh, I should really not do this,” or “just a taste, I can control it, just a taste,” it was like she was about to stick a needle full of dope after being sober for a year. It kind of scared me, made me doubt I was the one who was right.
It was not every day that I got to see Medea with her mouth wide open, but for the first time I noticed how crazy long her teeth were; almost like Aria’s; and I was real close that time, it was not any trick like I had though. Medea’s teeth grew even bigger, like they were retractable. From really long teeth they grew becoming fangs; I was about to jump back and tell Medea that I had reconsidered, when they sank into my skin.
I didn’t care anymore about anything, I kind of forgot what I was doing or what was going on. When Medea bit me, everything just went pink.
I had once been offered Loud Dream at a party. I hadn’t found any of the stuff or could afford it since then; life had been awesome for the rest of the night; and it didn’t come fucking close to what it felt being bitten by Medea.
