[Without being told to stop, he continues to suckle and flutter his long lashes, adding a sigh through his nose every now and then when the blood tastes particularly piquant.
Soon, however, the finger stops providing anything more than the merest morsel. For a moment he thinks about opening a new wound, but no, that was just his hunger talking. After a quick inner reprimand, he removes the finger from his mouth, tongue running over his lips to clean it over lingering blood and saliva.]
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Soon, however, the finger stops providing anything more than the merest morsel. For a moment he thinks about opening a new wound, but no, that was just his hunger talking. After a quick inner reprimand, he removes the finger from his mouth, tongue running over his lips to clean it over lingering blood and saliva.]
Ah... Taryon, your blood is sublime.