“Such thick, sweet blood…” Asteroth moans in between gulps of your blood. How long had you two been together again? A year? You had become accustomed to his feeding off of you, it was a weekly occurrence. He made sure to feed at the beginning of the week so you had enough time to heal.

“God, you taste so good…” He pulls back, his caramel coffee brown skin stained with your blood by his messy feeding.