Page 132 of Red Ruin

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I groan, lips sealing to her throat.

How fuckingdeplorable.

My suddenly inch-long nails claw at her coat.

More.

Not just her blood.

Her blood mixed with thatvenom.

“Remy!” she gasps.

My vision spins and my thoughts crackle.

This taste.

Thispower.

Did I forget?

Or did the records fail to mention this effect?

It feels…

Too good.

I suck deeper. Now, I only need drops of blood. Instead of draining Iris, my fangs drain the devil’s power.

Venom strikes my soul in thunderclaps of honeyed lightning.

Its power lashes at my inner darkness.

I feel my withered life essence stir.

When there’s no more venom, my fangs naturally retract.

I don’t have to pull away. I come unlatched.

Woozy, I lick my chin.

Iris pants. She’s not pale with blood loss.

She’s flushed with lust.

I only took the smallest sip, leaving her healthy and whole.

My sluggish heart thumps.

My dormant cock stands, pumped full of blood and devil magic.

She touches her healing throat. “The venom’s gone?”

“It’s gone.” I laugh and stroke my hardened shaft.

Gone to here.

I’d best not remember anything more.

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