Fennec

Verily, my shoulders quaked with discomfort, feeling most dizzy to differentiate pleasure from pain. A wondrous torment, to feel the sharp, hard fangs of this creature pierce my skin, and then, as if in apology, doth she withdrew them whiles my own blood doth flow and is lapped up with gentle motion.

My hand, of its own accord, strays to deadly, golden locks, soft as silk to the touch as i gaze upon them. They do seem to shift into a bold, rich blue, like unto the evening sky. And lo, her fangs retract once more as her tongue doth slide up my ear, whispering in a voice most sweet

“Tonight my dear Ness, i will eat you whole.”