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human meat consumption, only a few years after my birth."

Those fangs pricked the tip of the lobe, letting a trickle of blood out.

⠀⠀"Maybe I had a slice... or drink once...and the nostalgia of that flavour is brewing in me. Right. Now."
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The vampire unlatched from their wound, lapping up her neck one final time in an elongated, sloppy manner so that she could blow into Nel's earlobe. A little clean up of the traces of blood left on her lips and fake teeth.

⠀⠀"You know, my tribe was one of the last to stop the practice of

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chest all over the werewolf's back, Chey moaned against the skin occasionally, wrapping their left arm tight over her torso.
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Gently, her hand held onto the front of Nel's neck, squeezed down, in order to keep them in place, while her mouth sucks up the crimson ichor coming from the tanned geyser. Their saliva, slathered by her tongue, makes the area sting, which increases with deeper and harder licks. Rubbing her

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Bite.

Bite.

Bit... a little iron taste came to her lips.

The fake teeth had another force applied to break the skin. The elf vampire stood there still and silent for a moment, licking her lips. Then, they latched onto the wound with their mouth, Chey suckled and flicked her tongue wildly.
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Suddenly, the elf vampire lunges from behind, wrapping arms around them, chomping down again and again on the side of their neck with her fake vamp teeth.
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