I had never fed off of Azzy before...and I was scared to hurt him. I was fighting my instincts, because I was afraid to hurt him. But I lost the fight when he pulled me in a bear hug, and placed my arms on his shoulders. He put his right arm around my waist to prevent me from backing away, and his left hand in my hair at the back of my head to force my head to the steady pulse in the crook where his throat and shoulder met. My bloodlust took over my actions then. Shaz's blood was sweet, thick, powerful and delicious. It was definitely the most delicious thing I had ever tasted. I only took what I needed, not enough to really affect him in any kind of way. Pulling away, and not keep drinking from him till he was dry, was the hardest thing I had ever done before.
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