Celeste moaned softly into his neck, the sound vibrating through his flesh, her hips bucking subtly as if chasing release amid the frenzy.
Twenty-five minutes. Elion's arms hung heavy, breath coming in shallow gasps. Liora's shouts blurred into background noise.
Finally, at the thirty-minute mark, the slurping ceased. Celeste's fangs retracted with a soft pop, her tongue giving one last swipe over the twin punctures, sealing them with vampiric saliva.
She unwrapped her legs from his waist, sliding down his back until her feet touched the tile. Her naked body peeled away, small breasts bouncing lightly as she stepped aside, leaving him swaying.
Elion looked pale; his skin looked ashen under the artificial lighting. His vitality had plummeted from 1050 to a measly 150, the system blaring: [Critical low. Rest advised.]
He struggled to stay upright, one hand gripping the bath's edge; he hunched low as he caught his ragged breath.
