we're all stories unfinished and we die to find some fitting words to write
She nods to confirm, though the consent was implied when she made the offer.
Brother-to-brother. What about demigod-to-demigod? Can he feel the array of magics at his disposal, the power of their Mother in her veins?
Maybe it’s something he’ll want more of - maybe it’ll help get him on the right track.
Painless, his fangs sink into her pale skin and as the tingling heralds of pleasure begin to build, her eyes close, a stifled groan swallowed as it rises. Her other fist clenches but she doesn’t make any move to pull away, because even as he takes her fluid, she heals herself. It’s no burden for her to do this, but some things - an errant hiss that ends up in a whimper - are too much for even the steel-toed bitch herself to contain.
And why would she want to stop it, anyway? It's the best she's felt since Varus took a sip, half a year ago.
Brother-to-brother. What about demigod-to-demigod? Can he feel the array of magics at his disposal, the power of their Mother in her veins?
Maybe it’s something he’ll want more of - maybe it’ll help get him on the right track.
Painless, his fangs sink into her pale skin and as the tingling heralds of pleasure begin to build, her eyes close, a stifled groan swallowed as it rises. Her other fist clenches but she doesn’t make any move to pull away, because even as he takes her fluid, she heals herself. It’s no burden for her to do this, but some things - an errant hiss that ends up in a whimper - are too much for even the steel-toed bitch herself to contain.
And why would she want to stop it, anyway? It's the best she's felt since Varus took a sip, half a year ago.
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