“Let me see your cut.” You obey and turn over your palm. “Relax, sweetie. I’ll drink only my fill, which is often but little.” The wound from the vegetable knife hasn’t truly closed up, and Vi chooses the fresh wound to sink her fangs in. You feel a sharp jab of pain as Vi moans softly, drinking your blood quietly. You both feel an ecstatic sensation shooting throughout your bodies as Vi swallows your blood, and you feel her darkly comforting vampiric presence. The presence of the Night.
Vi slowly lifts up her head, gazing at you with a mixture of concern, gratitude, and desire.
“I’ve drunk from you twice today. I’m beginning to feel you inside me.”
You blush. “That sounds suspicious.”
When she recovers from the pleasurable experience of drinking your blood, she bandages you up and caresses your hand. Her expression is thoughtful and beaming. “It’s getting late. Tess will be back soon, and I believe I’ve imposed on you enough.”
She raises your hand to her vampiric lips, slowly and sensually kissing it. “A magnificent sample you are… who knows, but I may ask for your taste once more, as long as I can keep you safe.”
You can only hear the fireside crackling, along with your own heavy breathing.
“I was supposed to be your host, but you’ve been of more comfort to me than I ever could have imagined,” whispers the Countess. “Thank you. I had a wonderful night with you.”
Her red eyes glimmer, reflecting your smile.
“I hope you remember the sensation of me in you… as much as I now feel you in my body and heart.”