Warm blood trickles down your side, escaping from the fervent lips attatched to your neck. Usually Astarion is a cleaner eater than this, but today was a special treat for him. Potions of healing and scrolls of restoration are stocked up next to your bedroll just to give him this chance. The opportunity to drink to his hearts content. The chance to truely get his fill for once in a very long life.

It's been nearly an hour now. The icy pain that jolts through your skin at the piercing of his teeth has dulled to a faint ache as time goes on. With him hovering slightly over you, the pain is actually somewhat comfortable.

He finally pulls back as he notices the signs of oncoming blood loss. His gaze flits over you as he waits to see if you'll call it quits or reach for another healing potion. In his pleasured stupor, he doesn't seem to notice that your blood has stained his chin and shirt.