Sigmund transferred his Master to an end table, which was slightly higher. He didn't stop, as he was confident that with his heightened hearing, he could easily know if someone's coming near. The Vampire continued to savor his Master's blood, using his wet, coarse tongue to slide playfully from her neck down to her lower back.
"Sigmund…! What are you-"
"Sssshh. Keep quiet…" he leaned towards her and whispered to her ear, "Do you want your cover to be blown?"
"Of course not-"
"Then behave and let me replenish my mana," and he continued to lick her skin. His left hand held the edge of the end table, while his right hand explored her back.
"But Sigmund, do you need to lick my back? It tickles… Mmmm…"
Ivory trembled as her Servant licked her exposed back. She closed her eyes in a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure while clutching on the piece of clothing covering her bosom. As her Servant planted kisses on her, she couldn't help but feel like he's acting strange.
