SHe wasn't sure why she'd said it, but she was glad she had.  Whatever his motive, whatever his actions, she liked this part.. The surprising level of pleasure he seemed to offer her so very willingly, as if he got more out of it if she was enjoying it.  It was confusing, but as she had that morning, she was just going with it.<br/><br/>As he walked her back and urged her onto the bed she slid lightly along the sheets, gazing up at him, waiting until she saw what he was planning.  Having felt that amazing mouth on her before she had no complaints, and even as he dove in to lick and tease her pussy with that mouth, she arched up, her tongue lapping eagerly along his shaft.  This was no grudging lick to please him and keep him from attacking her with his crop, this was about the act itself, on giving and receiving pleasure.<br/><br/>She moaned, then cried out as she felt his bite, and the resulting wash of venom that followed.  It only encouraged her further, her tongue finding the sac beneath his shaft, lapping and then sucking on that sensitive area softly.  She moaned as she did, her hips lifting up as he drank and fingered her.  Oh god it felt so good!<br/><br/>as his lips returned to her after having his meal of blood, she moaned out, taking that large head into her mouth and sucking on it eagerly.  She moaned wildly around that thick meaty meal, lost entirely in the joy of giving and taking pleasure.  Her moans continued loudly, hips lifting up, even as her lips and tongue worked eagerly on the cock he'd presented her with.  There was a brief surge of fear as she remembered how he'd almost made her pass out, but she pushed it aside.  He hadn't hurt her today..  she'd given him no reason.  She was giving him pleasure now, just as he was her..