Caius grabbed one of Athenodora's legs, raising it so he could lick the inside of it, working his way to her pussy and then stopping to work his way backward, his eyes on Athenodora all the while.
He opened his mouth wider and sank his fangs into her thigh, drawing blood that he greedily guzzled down. He was testing Athenodora's theory which he had started to believe in more since his little escapade at her nipples.
Here, at her thighs, so close to the petals of pleasure at her crotch, the very center of her sex inviting him with its incredible fragrance and delicious-tasting juices, Caius had to say Athenodora might have the right idea.
The blood from her supple thighs did taste marginally better than the already delicious taste he got from her neck. She was even right about significance informing taste.
