I’m starving this Kaiiamas, aching with that deep holiday hunger only a goddess vampire can feel, and I’ve chosen you to satisfy it. You are ready to let me sink my fangs exactly where I want them. Im before you, tasting the warm scent rising from your skin, letting the anticipation build in my chest as I decide where I want to bite first. Your veins pulse so beautifully that it almost feels unfair how good you smell tonight. I tell you what an honor it is to be selected as my holiday feeding. Kaiiamas isn’t just about worship; it’s about offering, and you’re giving me the most delicious treat. I lower my lips to your skin and bite gently at first, letting my fangs slip in just enough to taste the warmth flowing beneath the surface. The flavor hits my tongue instantly—rich, warm, metallic, perfect—and I close my eyes for a moment, savoring the way it rolls down my throat. I take my time, slow and deliberate, letting every pull sink deeper into you while your body softens under my mouth
