Asia's fangs pierced into my flesh as she latched onto my neck. At first, she seemed shy, but then her arms tightened around me, and her eyes became slitted. Just like a snake.
"Asia?"
Her pulsing snake form continued to wrap around me like an anaconda feeding on its prey. She gulped down my blood as if she was dying of thirst. If I wasn't able to regenerate more blood, I would've died ten times over.
Her breath felt hot on my neck, her tongue brushing against my skin as she gulped down. It wasn't until several minutes later that she stopped to finally catch her breath.
When she did, her face was crimson, and she flung back her head, gasping loudly, her chest heaving with every breath she took.
"It's so good," she moaned in between gasps. "Finally, blood that doesn't taste like rusted iron."
"Take your time. I'll let you drink until you're satisfied."
The moment I spoke, her eyes widened, and an embarrassed blush crept up on her face. It was as if she forgot I was even there.
