+ Hyde Syndrome + Chessie, hold still Get off me you parasite! Im hungry . Cant you feel my stomach rumblin?A cold, gentle hand gripped the wrist of the flailing witch, pressing it up underneath of his shirt and against his gurgling stomach. The feeling of cold flesh against his fingertips, combined with the closeness of the bodies took him off guard just enough for Solis to quickly clamp down on his neck, easily sliding his fangs into the baby-soft skin of Chester.The dark-skinned man yelped underneath of him, struggling against the living room wall of the small cottage they both shared
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