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Odaxelagnia
Teeth sink into flesh, It feels more like steel. I’ll grow sharper teeth, Give you wounds to heal.
Blood drips down your neck, It pools into rust. It’s also iron, Released in your lust.
Your body is warm. Your heart has gone cold. I see the machine Inside of your soul.
Your lips come to mine, Your hands on my breast, You like to pretend, You take ease in rest.
I can see your pain. The softness in steel. When I bare my teeth, I show you can feel.
Of your hardened heart, Can’t hide it from me. You should know by now, I know how to seek.
Incisors pierce skin, You’d never have guessed, That the punctures left, Would leave you a mess.
A woman so cold, Given women’s heat, You lean down in turn, To show me your teeth.
Our blood is dripping. Both fit to consume. Take your steel body, And have it exhumed.
Remove the layers, Both clothing and fright, To show me your core, At least for the night.
I will convince you, You’re not a machine. There’s too much carnage, For steel to be seen.
You are flesh and blood, It’s lapped up like wine. There are no robots, Who taste so divine.
Just hold me tighter, And ignore the cold. I will melt your shell, My fangs make you fold.
Prompt 12
Geralt has a thing for biting. Jaskier has a thing for not looking like a mauling victim the day he performs at a very prestigious court. Geralt agrees he'll hold off on the biting for a few nights, so Jaskier is "presentable." But now he looks unclaimed. He looks like he has nobody that loves him and watches over him. Nobody that can bite him in the heat of passion. Geralt sucks it up and decides that he'll just have to come along to make sure nobody gets any ideas about doing anything to his bard. And so what if he spends most of the night staring longingly at Jaskier's neck like some kind of starved vampire? Who says you get to judge? *grumpy witcher noises*