[If recorded, it would've been a whole new level of educational voyeurism/exhibitionism. Whether it would end up more-or-less disturbing than inflicting enthusiastic asphyxiation videos on the masses is a question that, unfortunately, seems unanswerable.
And who would Henry be to ever turn a cannibal-vampire Akashi down for heart eating (or any other kind)? Some people become one through metaphorical means, arcane rituals like 'marriage'. Others are a bit more literally minded.
Fortunately(?), the mating dance was still ongoing. There was something of a cycle to responses, instinct feeding on instinct. The more Akashi constricted, the harder Henry's claws dug, bruising skin where it didn't break, and leaving deeper furrows when it did. Henry can't feel the blood on his hands when it's there- the scales were too thick, made for gripping things roughly, not like Akashi's own softly-smooth scales. It made his own reactions harder to control, clutching at prey-turned-aggressor, panting as he jerked against him.
Henry thinks he can feel the prick of Akashi's fangs entering his skin, small, deceptively simple wounds. Whether additional venom was entering his bloodstream or not, the threat of it was there, the exciting feeling of struggled helplessness. Excited cawing too, as he tangles legs with Akashi's, body beating up against his.]
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And who would Henry be to ever turn a cannibal-vampire Akashi down for heart eating (or any other kind)? Some people become one through metaphorical means, arcane rituals like 'marriage'. Others are a bit more literally minded.
Fortunately(?), the mating dance was still ongoing. There was something of a cycle to responses, instinct feeding on instinct. The more Akashi constricted, the harder Henry's claws dug, bruising skin where it didn't break, and leaving deeper furrows when it did. Henry can't feel the blood on his hands when it's there- the scales were too thick, made for gripping things roughly, not like Akashi's own softly-smooth scales. It made his own reactions harder to control, clutching at prey-turned-aggressor, panting as he jerked against him.
Henry thinks he can feel the prick of Akashi's fangs entering his skin, small, deceptively simple wounds. Whether additional venom was entering his bloodstream or not, the threat of it was there, the exciting feeling of struggled helplessness. Excited cawing too, as he tangles legs with Akashi's, body beating up against his.]