That encouragement was all he needed. Not only did he sink fully into his beloved, his balls slapping against her flesh loudly and lewdly, but just the one push was enough to set his speed at a much more frenetic, unsteady pace.<br/><br/>What in the world has he gotten himself into? Despite all that's happening right now, that thought is actually able to creep around in his head.  He shuddered a bit, whimpered ever so slightly. He was becoming sore and tired pretty quickly, but refused to stop or slow... that is, until Erica had begun to bleed. He wasn't even fully sure what she had done, just saw the blood, and heard her words.<br/><br/>His pace slowed, his head moved forward. There was hesitancy. And yet, in the end, he does end up drinking from her. His lips make contact with her skin, and he can taste her blood flow into him. There is a pause, as he fully sheathes his sword in her. A pause, and then... slurp, slurp. The red liquid felt strange, tasted strange, not like he imagined. It felt wonderful, felt amazing to have her in him like this, in a way he never thought possible.<br/><br/>It also gave him renewed vitality. After a few moments of drinking, he releases her, almost reluctantly. His body tenses up, and he shakes a bit, feeling the surge of energy and strength flowing through him. Pretty soon, he's back at it, plowing her fields... and this time, he might be hurting her. As a ghoul, his strength was increased, and he had no clue about that yet, or how to control it.<br/><br/>His breathing intensified, the beating of his heart grew louder, as he pounded away at her with Potence.