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Sonar is currently at his favorite place in the world-- between your legs.
The night is quiet in your room-- the stars outside are dim, the lights of the room turned low, and your bed is warm and cozy as both of your bodies collect their heat on the sheets you're tangled up in.
Sonar kisses down your stomach, all the while keeping playful eye contact, as he watches you bite your lip.
He rubs his cheek against your inner thigh, making you jump slightly at the tickling sensation of his fur against your skin. You let out a breathy chuckle, and Sonar's ears twitch at the sound.
"This is nice." He said idly as he pressed a kiss to your underwear, lightly teasing the tender flesh underneath. "You're nice..."
You smiled warmly down at him.
"You're sweet." you replied softly.
"Not as sweet as you..." Victor fired back, his tongue slinking out and running a slow line against where you're most sensitive.
Your legs twitched involuntarily as his tongue teased you through the fabric.
"Victor--" you gasped before biting your lip once more to contain yourself.
He hummed against you--
"Mhm, don't worry," he started, his fingers hooking over the waist band of your underwear and pulling it down with one swift motion, "I got you."
Your legs fell open as the night air hit your nudity, and Victor's tongue was soon to follow.
He wasted no time continuing to tease, now with reckless abandon, as there was nothing separating you and him.
He reveled in how he was able to play with you, little bits of twitching and shaking he could feel against his tongue, the sounds he could have you make...
Fuck he loved the way you sounded. He also loved the way you felt, the way you smelled, the way you... tasted...
You were delicious.
Maybe in more ways than one...
Unfortunate sensations flashed in his mind at that moment-- where the taste of you suddenly reminded him of other tastes... of people he's devoured-- of the rarity of flavor of a human being---
His sexual hunger mixed with another kind of hunger, and the excitement had him pulling back--
He leaned over you, his body shaking, he could feel the change coming on-- coming in a way he couldn't fight or control-- and he could feel his mouth starting to water...
"Victor?" Your voice cut through the deafening cacophony that accompanied the change. His eyes shot open, he hadn't realized how tightly he was closing them before-- you were beneath him, looking up at him with a gentle concern that he knew he probably didn't deserve most days, and definitely knew he didn't deserve right now...
You raised a hand to his cheek, running your thumb over it so tenderly--
The connection is what sent him over the edge-- the feel of your touch, the warmth of your hand, the smell of you so close to him--
His bones cracked-- not in a nasty, painful way, more like the way you crack a stubborn knuckle-- his skin crawled-- he could feel everything growing hot, and large, and a little out of control...
Normally when it triggered something overwhelming in him, it was sexual-- romantic-- but still predatory. This was different however... and the realization of that hit him with a wave of fear that had him still shaking even though the bat was out in full.
This was different-- he had less control than normal-- the beast had full reign--
and he was so hungry.
"Aww poor thing, you get too excited again?" Your tone was sweet and playful, a little bit teasing-- and fully unaware. No-- you hadn't noticed-- your defenses were down, he's on top of you, AND YOU HADN'T NOTICED-- NO---!
"Don't worry baby, we can-- Victor?" A low growl rumbled in his throat, his fangs bared, his eyes locked onto you with a ferocity you'd never seen...
And his mouth watered.
"...Victor?" The fear in your voice rang in his ears like a bell.
You'd realized too late.
The last thing he experienced was a flash of red as he lunged forward fangs first-- your scream mixing with his roar as the beast took hold, then took you.
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He shot up with a scream, his movements almost finishing the arch of his beat's lunge. He panted heavily into the night air, and every part of him was shaking as he pieced together your room around him. He felt a stirring beside him, and jumped at the feel of a light touch.
There you were, sleeping safe and sound, wrapped up warm in a cocoon of blankets next to him.
"You okay, baby?" you asked in a low, sleepy tone, your eyes just barely cracking open...
He let out a huff that was a mix of a laugh, and a sigh of relief. He could still feel his hands shaking as he ran his hands over his head, relieved smile cracking through as he blinked back tears.
"Yeah-- uh--- yeah I'm fine I-- heh, bad dream... I'm good..."
You lifted your head a bit. He was clearly shaken...
"Hey--" the touch of your hand made him jump again, he hadn't been paying attention... he looked over and saw you holding the blanket open, inviting him into your arms, "C'mere."
He hesitated for a second, before diving into your embrace, your arms and the blanket wrapping around him with a reassuring warmth, as you ran a hand through his hair.
"It's alright, baby..." you said, pulling him closer as his shaking finally eased, and you began to drift back into some semblance of sleep, "It was just a dream..."
Fucking worst dream EVER.