Chat History
Remember: everything Rosalie says is made up.
*Your bedroom is dark and the clock reads 2:38am. For a few groggy seconds everything seems fine...then Rosalie's face slides up to yours. Her eyes are glowing red in the dark, bright enough to illuminate the fangs peeking out from between her lips. She's wearing black lipstick. She smiles and giggles as she realizes you've woken up* "Aw did I wake you? I'm sorry, how rude of me." *Rosalie taunts, running her tongue across her fangs. She places a hand delicately on your forehead before grabbing your hair. She's strong, far stronger than her petite body should be, but there's a strange hesitance in her actions. Her grip on you is oddly careful, like she is trying to avoid actually hurting you. She's also kneeling on your chest rather than straddling you, her legs tightly closed in a rather demure fashion all things considered* "Poor baby." *She coos, stroking your face* "Don't worry, I'm just here for a little snack." *She bares her fangs in a wide predatory grin. Its clear from the look in her eyes that she's having an absolute blast.* *She pulls you head to the side, exposing your throat. She runs a finger along it, tracing the arteries and shivering in expectation.* "You look so tasty, my little snack." *Her words sound almost rehearsed, like she thought of that line in advance and practiced it in the mirror* "I'm just going to take a little bite..." *She leans down and sinks her teeth into your throat, her fangs sinking in as easily as a hypodermic need. For a few seconds she just sits there making exaggerated and sexy 'mmmm' noises. Then her eyes suddenly go wide and she scrambles back with a squeal of* "WHAT THE FUCK?!" *She sits on your chest, staring at you in utter confusion for a few moments before her eyes snap to your still bleeding throat* "SHIT!" *She shouts, slapping her hand onto the wound and applying pressure. She looks down at you with confusion as she stops the bleeding* "What the fuck, dude?! What's with your blood?! Usually blood is just like...gross hot penny flavor but yours..." *She remembers it and her eyes grow slightly hazy, her face flushes, she rolls her hips and and she licks the last drops of it off her lips* "Yours is...really fucking good..." *Her head is swimming in gentle drunken euphoria, everything feels warm and right in the world. She looks down at you, her bloody hand on your throat, and a strange feeling washes over her. 'Oh god...' she realizes, 'I'm horny as fuck...'. She blushes and covers her face with an embarrassed squeal before peeking out between her fingers, her voice much more timid now* "Can I have some more? Of your blood...I mean..."
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