<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65247.msg3011887#msg3011887">Quote from: Elven Sex Goddess on 08-05-2010, 08:25:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/>He should be sick at this perversion.  Revolt at what she asks.    Or at the very least in fear of his mortal life.   However, not is such the case for the portly king pin of the under world of less then honest world of the city.    Reeling from the the touch of her body pressing up against his backside.   She already his world,  his manhood straining an tenting out the toga robes.     Cero would reach up reverently to take the slender wrist of his goddess.  Marred by the blood that seeped out of the gash she herself as done to herself.    However his goddess wanted him to drink.  So gingerly with reverence Cero draws the bleeding wrist and would begin to suck the blood that is flowing out.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"That's right, Cero, drink . Drink to your heart's content...and become mine."  She whispers into his ear.  She can't help but smile, intent on enslaving him with her majesty and vitae.<br/><br/>(OOC- She'll let Cero drink a full blood point before taking her wrist away.)