Carving a Bloody Path Home

"Hm... Maybe you're right, but I don't know. If that were true, why would he be so harsh with me?"

-She asked with genuine curiosity. That was when Gintama had picked her up. She always loved it when she picked him up bridal style, for it was a romantic act and she felt as though it were Gintama's way of conveying his love for her. She blushed and would affectionately bite Gintama on his neck, sinking her fangs in.

While Marcy did so, she'd look up at Gintama sweetly and began to softly drink small doses of his blood. She closed her eyes for a moment and soon opened them again and took her fangs from out his neck. She licked her lips as she looked into his eyes and smiled.-

"That's the blood you paid for the promise, big brother. If you break it, I'll never let you calm me down again and I'll never drink your blood again."

-Marcelle threatened, though it was a light threat in nautre. Their future was ahead of them and it waited for them to make their moves. All Gin had to do was carry Marcy to their next destination.-

Gin shuddered as Marcy sunk her fangs into his skin. His body heated up and he let out a deep, lustful growl when she began to suck on him. His eyes would darken a deeper red as he didn't hold back the wanting that built up with her actions. Gin smirked back at her, a devious grin on his own face.

"You'd miss my blood too. I wonder who'd last longer." He joked. "But I'll try not to break my promise. So you don't miss out on your favorite treat."

With his words Gin pressed his lips to Marcy's, tasting his blood and receiving a very erotic jolt to his system. Tasting one's own blood was like a taboo, but also a very provocative action. Regardless, he would kneel down, his eyes would flash briefly, he would take off like a bat out of hell towards Esperanza.