She "died" in his hands several times, vowing to hide as far away as possible.
She lay tremblingly at his feet, exhausted all her strength, and squeezed out three words, "Spare me."
But what can be done?
She and he were originally ants and gods.
Until one day,
He pinched her neck, stuck out his tongue and licked her nose,
"It would be a pity if I eat you. If I don't, you will always be greedy for me."
…
She was shaking with cold sweat all over her body, trying her best to stop her fighting teeth, and then raised her heavy arm,
"How about you take a few bites to satisfy your cravings."
…
"Okay."
His voice was as hoarse as if it had been bitten out from the bottom of her throat, and slid into her neck against her ears, causing her to swallow silently. The taste was as if she was hungry too.
This feeling of emptiness even outweighed the fear of pain, and it was like a gluttonous itch in my stomach.
Two pieces of softness that were warm but suppressed the evil fire pressed against her slightly opened lips.
Her tremors infected him, startling both of them.
Not moving at all
When the tingling feeling ran through my spine, the itching became even worse.