Lasciel let out a sound between a purr and a moan. The rush of power she was getting as his tongue traced patterns of blood smears over her breast was every bit as strong as that she offered. If every working exchange they achieved was like that, then the years of her servitude could go by very quickly...<br/><br/>'Go,' she whispered, her fingertips tracing along both sides of his neck. At the fringes of her awareness she could detect the hunters, despite their distance, teetering between revulsion and arousal. 'Let them come to me, and perish.'