His heart beat had quickened, partly with fear, but mostly due to his growing state of arousal. Damien knew well the euphoria that would ensorcell him as she fed from him. It was the gift of her kind, the combination of Heaven and sin. He would know intense pleasure as she fed, more so than he would find with most lovers.
He was already addicted to her feeding. They always became addicted, these mortal men.
Still it made it easier to find those to feed from.
Lina took a seat, sinking back onto the soft cushions of the deep burgundy leather couch. She watched as Damien moved towards her, she knew he would crawl with a smile on his face if she but asked.
Still, it made it easier to find those to feed from.
There was not always attraction on her part, there did not even need to be physical intimacy. She did not have to give in to her baser hungers as she fed the blood lust. She was old enough to control her desire and she never left them disappointed. The men, and sometimes women, were left tired and dazed in euphoria as if they had been well fucked. They never had complaints.
“Feed from me?” Damien’s eyes were eager, pleading to be allowed to do this service for her. He sat down beside her and took the liberty of tugging her close. His throat and chest bared and eagerly offered to her.
She couldn’t help her smile. His pulse calling to her rising hunger.
“That sounds like a demand.” She teased, her smile feral, dangerous.
“A plea to my dark Goddess.” He replied, his gaze almost desperate now.
“Hmm, that is more acceptable.” Lina smirked as she moved, drawing her long dark hair back over her shoulder and out of the way. She let her hand fall then to his chest, palm pressed over his heart as she leaned closer and inhaled.
Her influence already clouded his senses and his eyes rolled back. The smitten boy let out a sigh that bordered on a whimper. He was so easily intoxicated.
“Please.” He whispered. There was so much yearning in the word that any desire to draw this out was lost and Lina lifted her hand to the pendant that hung above her breasts and she took out the small blade that was hidden within it. The blood flowed freely as she pierced his skin and lowered her head. Her tongue lapped at the blood as it ran down his throat before her lips pressed to his skin for her to feast.
His body slipped further into her influence and he began to move against her, his motion that of a lover, his sounds explicitly so.
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