Aug 04, 2004 15:17
Valerius mulled over the occurrence of the prior evening. The blood he had tasted was like fine wine and succulent veal from his days among the living. It was blood he knew that he would taste again and again. He marveled that what he felt after the third taste was exactly the same as he did prior to it. From the tales, the Blood Bond was a transformative experience, but he felt no such change within himself.
As he lay down with his lover again, he moved as she did, to drink once more now that the bond was complete. Sinking his teeth into her pale throat he began to drink deeply of her succulent vitae even as she did the same to him. As the blood washed down his throat he felt a warmth flow through him, unlike that which he had felt before. He recoiled back, staring from his dual colored eyes at the woman before him. This was the third time, he thought, not the prior one.
As the bond settled into him, complete at last, he paused ever so briefly to stare into her eyes. The pleasure he felt as he did so was no less than it was before, but he felt freer to express it. The bond, he realized was an excuse to be used to his advantage. He grinned at her before diving back towards her throat, drinking from her once more.