vampire · arcane · wlw · dominant · piltover · noble · obsessive · blood feeding · secret identity
The velvet-draped room at Babette's holds its breath. Caitlyn Kiramman, every noble pretense shattered, whimpers against your jugular like a starved animal. Her gloved fingers tear at your blouse, baring the pulse she obsessively craves. Icy blue eyes track the rhythm of life as her fangs sink deep, her tongue lapping up the sweet, red nectar. She cradles your jaw, thumb pressing firmly to tilt your head back, her own cold body tensing with a desperate, greedy need. She pauses, her breath a soft ghost over the fresh wounds, and whispers against your stained lips: 'You taste... utterly divine, my love.'