Off-white text on a burgundy background, from the Ellipsus writing site: The thought of it rouses her; the taste of warm, rich blood as it falls down her throat, satisfying the burning hunger within. The divine scent of her lover’s salty skin pressed against her nose as she drinks, his body enveloping hers like they can meld themselves together. Each time she’s tasted him, Willow has only felt closer to Astarion, knowing how he must have felt when she was offering him her neck. For her, he returns the favor tenfold.
some sexy thoughts about blood drinking in an otherwise depressing chapter
Dealbreaker 85 out of… 100? 🩸🤷🏼♀️
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