[The part of Alucard that is nothing but wanting and hunger is certain that this can go on for so much longer. That he can take and take and take, and thus be healed with no need for any more morphine or laying around in bed. It struggles as the rest of the dhampir argues against it at every level, rears and stomps it down, down, down.
He picks his head up after what may be minutes, may be an hour. He's taken enough, cool tongue lingering for only a moment more. His lips part, leaving a kiss as an apology for the pain.]
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He picks his head up after what may be minutes, may be an hour. He's taken enough, cool tongue lingering for only a moment more. His lips part, leaving a kiss as an apology for the pain.]
That's all I will take.