Aesther can not be sure how worse her situation had become.
She knew a lot about the blood demons, perhaps more so than almost anyone else. But it was not enough for her to understand how much her body had succumbed to those shadowy creatures.
But as her fangs sunk into his warm flesh and it gave in like a ripe melon, filling her mouth with hot blood, Aesther tasted the traces of bitter demonic venom in his blood.
The endorphins made his pain turn into the most pleasurable moment of his life.
Biting him was nothing like what she could have expected.
Sure his drew her wild to the edge of sanity, but at the same time, it caressed the fearsome monster softly splitting her soul apart.
There was none of that overpowering hunger and bloodlust.
Aesther simply revelled at the moment.
