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You continue walking towards her. On her left cheek, you make out some splatters. Either blood or what remains of a really good lasagna. You can’t quite tell, though your body is using every last one of its hormones to inform you that if you do not get out of here now, you’re probably leaving in an ambulance. Your brain kindly informs your body to stop being a pussy if it wants to see some pussy. Your body is not impressed, but no longer seems to have a choice in the matter; it has given up and resigned itself to its fate.

She asks your name. There is no way to describe her voice that would do it justice. Even just saying that her voice sounds the way great chocolate tastes seems like an understatement. It is very slightly scratchy, somewhat high-pitched and the best sound you’ve heard in years, if not decades. Your throat feels dry. You’re nervous. As though faced with a divine being, you wonder if it is even proper to talk to her directly. The thought of being rude to her worries you, but after what feels like at least a minute, you finally give your name. Your name is cute, she says. She’ll remember it. Your feelings of elation of having this beautiful catgirl acknowledge your existence are quickly replaced by a state of shock. Only just barely, you could make out that she crouched and dashed at you. Everything is happening so fast now. You’re surprised by the sudden movement. You feel her warmth in your front. She feels soft, though somewhat lacking in the front. Her entire body is pressed against yours. Just as endorphins and oxytocin flood every cell of your body, the sharpest pain you’ve ever felt stings in your throat area. Did she actually bite you? Lasagna seems off the table as a guess for the source of the splatter for now. You instinctively want to pull away even with your brain cooperating for once, but her figure – frail though it may appear – is quite strong. You’re being held in place with no escape. You realize that she’s genuinely sucking your blood. It burns. It stings. You still feel her warmth all over. It feels good. The realization that she might extract too much blood is starting to hit as you start feeling lightheaded. You worry if your parents would be okay that you not have accomplished anything with your education, but you’re too elated by this sensation to truly care. The duality of pain and pleasure… those are the last moments. Your consciousness fades.

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Devastating.