The Chosen One
She droops against him, even crying, begging for mercy, and her tears dropping onto the bare skin of the half-conscious man.
“Now now, dear. Listen, my love and you can hear it, that deep dark stream of desire, looming along, fast and significant. With me now, listen to me, stay with me, just let the stream carry you along. Be with me now and dove your fangs, taste him, my love. See how it smells? It smells like honey, sweet and addicting. Let's savor it, see how it tasted like nothing but nectar. Sweet savory nectar.
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