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His teeth ached, painfully so.
Even the simple act of baring his teeth hurt, the cold air triggering their overbearing sensitivity
It had been an irresponsible amount of time since he'd properly fed. A multitude of complications with askew uranium, diagnosing iodine pills, and other such dilemmas had given him no time to find a fresh source of blood.
Multi knew neglecting himself was reckless. Piling up such blood lust underneath his skin could lead to something dangerous. If he lost control and pounced on someone he knew, someone he trusted, he wouldn't ever forgive himself.
Yet, until he could find time to hunt down an unsuspecting creature, he'd continue to thirst.
Being around such an enticing source of blood, however, surely wasn't helping him.
With her curved horn and swishing tail, Katie's biology as a unicorn was what made her unique and inviting to most. Yet, that steady stream of liquid gold that coursed through her veins was doing no good for Multi's self control.
Feeding from a unicorn was any vampire's dream— the rich, satisfying taste of one's blood was enough to send someone into a frenzy. In comparison to the blood of some low-tier human, or a woodland creature, a unicorn's blood was something to die for.
As the day dragged for a seemingly endless amount of time, Multi could feel his hands growing clammy, beads of sweat trickling down his face. Every time he spoke, he feared she would pick up on the slight waver in his voice. It was getting harder and harder to resist her allure.
"And I was thinking that Abueloier could watch over Nacho for a bit when—" Katie paused, eyeing Multi's strained look, "don't tell me you're about to faint again."
"I'm not," he snipped. The way he clutched at his head juxtaposed his words. "I'll be fine."
A wave of heat washed over him as she stepped closer. This was getting bad.
"Seriously, you need to get that checked out. I can't have someone dying in my headquarters— that would bring a bad reputation," she fussed, still under the ruse that this was simply a problem with his iron deficiency.
She was getting close, far too close. Multi made a move to get away, to get to the closest waystone and suffer in the solitude of his laboratory.
"It's late, Katie. I need to get back to the lab," he rushed, "we can continue this tomorrow."
The unicorn hybrid grasped him by the wrist, stopping him dead in his tracks. The force she used was gentle, yet her presence alone was enough to freeze his every motion.
"Not so fast. Be honest with me," she began.
"Katie. Let me go."
"Nuh uh. Not until you tell me what's wrong with you. This can't just be an iron problem."
Her touch felt like it was stinging him. He tried to avert his eyes, looking at her horn, or the low swish of her tail, anything but the smooth, milky expanse of her throat. Anything but the quickening thrum of her pulse point.
"Come on, Multi. Have you eaten today? Are you sick? Is it because of the uranium or something? Or— do you need to feed?"
He choked on his own saliva, "kurwa, don't say that. Just let me go."
A gleam in her eyes— "don't say what, feed? Is that it? You can be honest with me, I swear."
She sounded so sincere. So stupidly, trustingly sincere.
"Stop it," the tremble in his voice was clear, "I don't want to hurt you. Your blood, it's—"
He bit down on his tongue, the salty tang of his own blood sending a chill up his spine. The sun had long set, and the moons glow shone oh-so delectably on Katie— highlighting that tantalizing pulse point on her neck.
He licked his lips at the sight.
"You can feed from me," she broke the silence.
The air went still. Her words felt like they were spoken in slow motion, 'you can feed from me'.
Although her offer was tempting, so, so tempting, he grunted in refusal.
He scoffed. "Do you know how dangerous that is? To— to offer your blood to me?"
"What's 'dangerous' is refusing to feed. Come on, I can take it!"
'No, you really can't' he thought.
He swallowed. "Katie. Your blood— unicorn blood— just a drop could lead me to lose control."
Her protests continued nonetheless. She wore her pink blazer, her jugular already on display. Now, she tilted her head up and tossed her loose hair to one side, entirely baring her neck to him.
"O kurwa," he muttered.
"Do it. Feed from me," she all but barked.
Another beat of silence. As she took another step closer, his restraint took a blow.
"You don't know what you're getting yourself into," he warned.
"I'll be fine," she said, "I know you wouldn't hurt me."
His resolve was hanging by a threat, a cracked dam holding back a raging onslaught of hunger.
This time, he made the step, shortening the distance between them.
Katie smiled at his motion, as if she had some sense of pride that he'd finally stooped to accepting her help.
His line of sight darted— her eyes to her neck, back and forth. "If I hurt you, don't hesitate to make me stop, dobra?"
"I trust you, Multi. If you take too much, I'll let you know," she assured him, resting her hands on his shoulders.
His body trembled. Being so close to her, to her blood, and her basically giving him access to suck the pristine nectar straight from her neck; It was overwhelming, and he felt high on the feeling.
The words wouldn't quite unfurl from his twisted tongue, so he instead met her eyes with one last 'Is this really okay?'
Her deliberate nod told him enough. Within a split second, he sunk his teeth straight into the crook of her neck.
Oh.
Katie wasn't entirely sure what to expect when it came to being fed from. She'd mentally prepared herself for an ounce of pain, maybe some lightheadedness afterwards, but she wasn't expecting this. She was beginning to doubt her ability to tell him when to stop drinking.
Some sick, deranged sense in her head kept whispering to her— this feels good. This feels really, really good.
Maybe it was the joy of helping someone in need, or maybe it was the way he elicited an uncharacteristically high whine the second her blood started running that made her feel this way. Either way, she'd pretend as if she didn't grip his shoulders just a little bit tighter to anchor herself.
She'd only realized she'd let a noise of her own slip when he suddenly pulled himself away. He withdrew from her like it physically hurt him to do so.
But, oh, the sight of him only made her face flush deeper. His eyes were dark— completely blown out and half-lidded with desire. The hurried rise and fall of his chest, the smattered blood on his pale cheeks, the disheveled state of his lab coat.
"Are you okay?" his voice finally drifted to her ears. She hadn't realized how concerned he looked.
Katie thumbed at the lingering blood— her blood— on his face, "yeah, I'm fine. Why did you stop?"
"I thought you were in pain. I heard you cry out," he panted.
She laughed grimly, grabbing his head and positioning it back at the bite marks that welled with fresh blood.
"No, not at all," she gasped at the resumed pressure on the bites, "just keep drinking."