Nikolai gasped as Lilith began coming.  With her still wrapped so tightly around him, he could feel every muscle contraction, squeezing the last drops of seed from him.  And damn, her body looked amazing as it quaked and trembled.  Unable to take his eyes off Lilith, Nikolai kept moving inside her, hoping elicit as many orgasms as possible.  But eventually, her exhausted body simply couldn’t take any more.<br/><br/>After such strenuous exertion, Lilith’s heart was beating so fast and so hard that it pushed tiny geysers of blood up from the puncture marks he’d left in her neck.  Allowing Lilith to pull him downward, Nikolai eagerly suckled the twin wounds, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of hot blood.  It tasted like her sweat, and her moans, and her climax -- in short, wonderful.  Part of him wanted to keep drinking forever.  But he knew Lilith could only lose so much without becoming ill, so once the flow began to slow, he forced himself to stop.  “Oh god,” Nikolai groaned, covering Lilith’s throat with kisses.  “That was so fantastic.<span style="font-style: italic">You</span>were so fantastic.”<br/><br/>Collapsing onto the bed, Nikolai wrapped his arms around Lilith and pulled her close.  He could feel the toll his frenzy had taken on her as she panted for breath.  Gently, he stroked her flushed cheeks, murmuring soft words of praise.  “You did so well, taking me like that.  No one has ever done that for me.  And I think you deserve a reward.”  Nikolai adjusted his position, so that he was supporting Lilith’s head with his hand.  Then he bit his own wrist, making two deep punctures in the major artery, before he pressed it to her lips.  “Drink,” he urged.  “It will help you recover.”