cradled with my head on her shoulder, both of us facing the same direction. She adjusted me a little, testing the fit. It felt ominous when she made sure she could move her wrist to my mouth.
"Ready?" she asked. Her voice sounded strange, and when I looked over my shoulder, her fangs were showing.
"You're going to bite me!"
"No," she said. "I'm going to bite myself."
After that, she didn't wait. It took a few contortions, working around my head, but she took her wrist in her mouth and bit down savagely. A moment later, she pressed the wound to my mouth. I opened reflexively, and I got a mouth full of her blood.
I gagged at first, and I tried to spit it out, but she held me tightly, and I found myself swallowing, choking down the vile blood.
I got several swallows, and they all tasted terrible. I tried fighting her off me, but she was far, far stronger than I was, and she didn't relent.
Then something changed. Maybe the blood didn't taste so bad after all, and I was so tired and hungry. I stopped fighting her. Instead, my grip on her arm grew softer, and I held her hand and arm, holding her wrist where I could drink.
It felt good. It tasted good. Really good.
I clamped my lips more firmly around her wrist, and I began sucking greedily, a little noisily.
I couldn't have explained it, but I had to have more. More. Oh my god, I needed more!
She let me drink, crooning softly to me.
"Mine, Sidney," she said into my ear.
I growled at her and continued to suck hard at her wrist. But the wound healed, and soon I was sucking unblemished skin.
"That's all, Sidney," she said. "Let go now."
I was so weak that she could easily have pulled her hand away. I continued to suck at her wrist, whimpering.
"I know it's hard, but it's best if you let go willingly," Solange said.
Slowly, I released her wrist. She didn't pull away, but instead we lowered her wrist to my lap, and I was being cradled by her, one arm wrapped around me in a gentle hug.
I felt good .
"More?" I asked plaintively.
"Your body won't know what to do with it," she replied. "It would turn you manic, but we want the blood to help you renew your muscles. For that, you need a little to help nudge you along. Sidney, close your eyes and let yourself float a little. Enjoy the feeling."
Obedient, I did as she said. Solange talked quietly to me. I let the words waft around me.
I couldn't judge the time, but later I thought perhaps we lay together for a half hour or longer. Eventually I opened my eyes and looked over my shoulder at her. "I'm high."
"Yes," she said.
"This is why those men wanted Aubree."
"Yes and no," she replied. "Like your blood, it's best straight from the source. Like your blood, it's also even more potent when taken from a source closer to my heart." She caressed my neck in emphasis. "It loses most of its healing abilities very quickly, less than an hour, but it can make someone high for hours if stored at room temperature and as much as a couple of weeks if refrigerated."
"Is it addictive?"
"Not physically. Emotionally, yes, for someone who has an addictive personality."
I thought about that and leaned back against her again.
"You could make almost anyone love you," I told her.
"I'm not proud to admit I've done that," she replied. "We all make mistakes, right? We all have things we wish we had done differently. The longer we live, the more chances we have to accrue a list of mistakes."
"And power corrupts," I added.
"Yes. Power corrupts."
"Solange, you do not strike me as corrupt."
She tightened her arms around me.
"Thank you," she said. "I've made mistakes. I've been very self-indulgent, for decades at a time. Even when I stopped being a complete monster, it was another century before I began having something resembling empathy for the humans in my life, and it was only about a hundred years ago that I decided I must run my life with a strong set of ethics."
"Did it hurt?"
"The bite hurts," she said. "I have a much higher
"Ready?" she asked. Her voice sounded strange, and when I looked over my shoulder, her fangs were showing.
"You're going to bite me!"
"No," she said. "I'm going to bite myself."
After that, she didn't wait. It took a few contortions, working around my head, but she took her wrist in her mouth and bit down savagely. A moment later, she pressed the wound to my mouth. I opened reflexively, and I got a mouth full of her blood.
I gagged at first, and I tried to spit it out, but she held me tightly, and I found myself swallowing, choking down the vile blood.
I got several swallows, and they all tasted terrible. I tried fighting her off me, but she was far, far stronger than I was, and she didn't relent.
Then something changed. Maybe the blood didn't taste so bad after all, and I was so tired and hungry. I stopped fighting her. Instead, my grip on her arm grew softer, and I held her hand and arm, holding her wrist where I could drink.
It felt good. It tasted good. Really good.
I clamped my lips more firmly around her wrist, and I began sucking greedily, a little noisily.
I couldn't have explained it, but I had to have more. More. Oh my god, I needed more!
She let me drink, crooning softly to me.
"Mine, Sidney," she said into my ear.
I growled at her and continued to suck hard at her wrist. But the wound healed, and soon I was sucking unblemished skin.
"That's all, Sidney," she said. "Let go now."
I was so weak that she could easily have pulled her hand away. I continued to suck at her wrist, whimpering.
"I know it's hard, but it's best if you let go willingly," Solange said.
Slowly, I released her wrist. She didn't pull away, but instead we lowered her wrist to my lap, and I was being cradled by her, one arm wrapped around me in a gentle hug.
I felt good .
"More?" I asked plaintively.
"Your body won't know what to do with it," she replied. "It would turn you manic, but we want the blood to help you renew your muscles. For that, you need a little to help nudge you along. Sidney, close your eyes and let yourself float a little. Enjoy the feeling."
Obedient, I did as she said. Solange talked quietly to me. I let the words waft around me.
I couldn't judge the time, but later I thought perhaps we lay together for a half hour or longer. Eventually I opened my eyes and looked over my shoulder at her. "I'm high."
"Yes," she said.
"This is why those men wanted Aubree."
"Yes and no," she replied. "Like your blood, it's best straight from the source. Like your blood, it's also even more potent when taken from a source closer to my heart." She caressed my neck in emphasis. "It loses most of its healing abilities very quickly, less than an hour, but it can make someone high for hours if stored at room temperature and as much as a couple of weeks if refrigerated."
"Is it addictive?"
"Not physically. Emotionally, yes, for someone who has an addictive personality."
I thought about that and leaned back against her again.
"You could make almost anyone love you," I told her.
"I'm not proud to admit I've done that," she replied. "We all make mistakes, right? We all have things we wish we had done differently. The longer we live, the more chances we have to accrue a list of mistakes."
"And power corrupts," I added.
"Yes. Power corrupts."
"Solange, you do not strike me as corrupt."
She tightened her arms around me.
"Thank you," she said. "I've made mistakes. I've been very self-indulgent, for decades at a time. Even when I stopped being a complete monster, it was another century before I began having something resembling empathy for the humans in my life, and it was only about a hundred years ago that I decided I must run my life with a strong set of ethics."
"Did it hurt?"
"The bite hurts," she said. "I have a much higher
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