the VOICE
Instincts would take over, she knew. As unsettling as it was to cease feeling as though you needed to breathe, to not longer noticing the temperature around you, and to have your senses heightened, there was nothing more grounding than drinking.
The first blush of fluid into him would be like a prismatic exchange, the likes of which mortal drugs could never compare to. He'd soar on a ecstasy-high that would life him out of his body and through to the heavens above, whirling about in a vortex of love and brightness.
Once he had drunk his fill, the Voice softly pulled away, not wanting him to over indulge himself so early on. With a motherly love she pushed strands of his hair back to stare into his eyes. "My perfect one." She whispered sweetly, gazing adoringly at him.
The first blush of fluid into him would be like a prismatic exchange, the likes of which mortal drugs could never compare to. He'd soar on a ecstasy-high that would life him out of his body and through to the heavens above, whirling about in a vortex of love and brightness.
Once he had drunk his fill, the Voice softly pulled away, not wanting him to over indulge himself so early on. With a motherly love she pushed strands of his hair back to stare into his eyes. "My perfect one." She whispered sweetly, gazing adoringly at him.
