[ Oh, Reign had an idea just what it was Mephisto was implying. But he wasn't going to think about it. At least not yet. Maybe later, when he'd sated his parched throat and thirst.
Reign watched with hungry eyes as Mephisto moved to rearrange himself, his pulse seeming to pound loudly in his ears as he waited as patiently as he could. And then the vampire pounced, managing to murmur a word of 'Thank you, Mr. Pheles' before sharp fangs sank in.
The flood of blood in his mouth made Reign groan aloud, hands gripping firmly onto Mephisto's shoulder and the back of his neck, indeed drinking to his heart's content. Nothing tasted as sweet as this, not even the most exquisite of human Art.
If Reign wasn't careful, he might accidentally release his pheromones. And that would be a disaster waiting to happen. Or not. ]
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Reign watched with hungry eyes as Mephisto moved to rearrange himself, his pulse seeming to pound loudly in his ears as he waited as patiently as he could. And then the vampire pounced, managing to murmur a word of 'Thank you, Mr. Pheles' before sharp fangs sank in.
The flood of blood in his mouth made Reign groan aloud, hands gripping firmly onto Mephisto's shoulder and the back of his neck, indeed drinking to his heart's content. Nothing tasted as sweet as this, not even the most exquisite of human Art.
If Reign wasn't careful, he might accidentally release his pheromones. And that would be a disaster waiting to happen. Or not. ]