my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
The claws at the tips of Amun's fingers disappeared, leaving just his fingers. Fingers that he brought up to grasp the devil's wrist. Or at least the potter tried. Moaning, if he was able he'd deepen his bite, sliding his fangs further in. Regardless, the Ascended would drink deeply, as deeply as he could, trying desperately to slake his thirst.
The pleasure from the bite was almost secondary to the relief of finally getting to drink. Almost. Regardless, Amun was lost. Stepping forward, he pressed himself against the taller—the much taller—devil. Uncaring what the devil did with claws or hands or body, the Ascended just clung to Sunjata.
This was a deal he might gladly sell his soul for, he decided.
The pleasure from the bite was almost secondary to the relief of finally getting to drink. Almost. Regardless, Amun was lost. Stepping forward, he pressed himself against the taller—the much taller—devil. Uncaring what the devil did with claws or hands or body, the Ascended just clung to Sunjata.
This was a deal he might gladly sell his soul for, he decided.
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
