Asher feeds upon their pleasure, sending it back to them, doubled, tripled, until he knows nothing but pleasure, his mind whirling, his body thick with it. He spills himself over Anita's back, his mouth still on her neck, feeding and fed upon, the ardeur drinking him in as he feeds on Anita's blood, spins a web of pleasure around them.
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Date: 2009-08-26 07:26 pm (UTC)