Eno didn’t let out a sound.
She had the strength to break his head like a melon, if only she wanted to, Hirad knew this.
But she didn’t want to. She wanted he’d drink her until he nearly killed her, and then he could a***e her, taking her so close to death that she could feel its breath on her neck.
Eno felt her blood abandon her. Her precious, almost millennium old blood that she didn’t give to just any one of her servants and never in excessive quantities. Now the young Hirad was stuffing himself with her blood, groaning and moaning. Ejaculating on her body. Squeezing her breast.
He brought her almost to death, just as she had asked. He emptied her almost completely.
It hurt. Eno surrendered to that feeling.
Then, in semi-consciousness which she had fallen into, she felt some arms
