You nod and offer your wrist without even a little bit of fear, which may be rather foolish but is at least consistent with your brand. Oia will be fascinated to hear about this, you think, preparing yourself to make a very detailed account of everything that happens once the fangs reach your skin, committed to committing each moment to your mind.
...Which, it turns out, will be harder than you expect, because the sensations that come with being bitten are wild. You're reminded of that afternoon with Frey when the heat rose in your groin, your phallus swollen with blood. [say]"Huh,"[/say] is all that you remark as Sam pulls away from your skin, wide-eyed and a little dreamy, blinking in the dark. The fire in your groin aches for more, which is incredibly odd given that you're fairly certain Ascendeds can't reproduce to begin with...
...but Mort's sweet children your body is screaming to be given a chance to try.
You nod, distracted, as Sam leads the way deeper, your mind still racing from the bite. It's only the increasingly pungent odor that begins to wake you from your stupor, and even then it takes you a minute to register what Sam's saying. [say]"That smell... is the Prince?"[/say]
...Which, it turns out, will be harder than you expect, because the sensations that come with being bitten are wild. You're reminded of that afternoon with Frey when the heat rose in your groin, your phallus swollen with blood. [say]"Huh,"[/say] is all that you remark as Sam pulls away from your skin, wide-eyed and a little dreamy, blinking in the dark. The fire in your groin aches for more, which is incredibly odd given that you're fairly certain Ascendeds can't reproduce to begin with...
...
You nod, distracted, as Sam leads the way deeper, your mind still racing from the bite. It's only the increasingly pungent odor that begins to wake you from your stupor, and even then it takes you a minute to register what Sam's saying. [say]"That smell... is the Prince?"[/say]
