[It was a bizarre thing, to find the draining of blood enjoyable, but it was hard to deny that it added to the experience, rather than detracted from it. Enough so that when she stops, there's a moment of disappointment. When Irhya's head lifts, his eyes flicker open again to glance up at her, having to blink a few times to focus in on her face.
And her words get a small sigh of sound, almost amused.]
Some marginal improvement, perhaps....
[It's a bit breathlessly spoken, despite his best efforts. Tension continues to ripple through him, the occasional breathy shudder. Was that faint lightheadedness from blood loss or desire- Emet-Selch couldn't tell. But it seemed to heighten the effect of her hand, in any case, and his eyes slip shut again, breathing unsteadily quick.]
no subject
And her words get a small sigh of sound, almost amused.]
Some marginal improvement, perhaps....
[It's a bit breathlessly spoken, despite his best efforts. Tension continues to ripple through him, the occasional breathy shudder. Was that faint lightheadedness from blood loss or desire- Emet-Selch couldn't tell. But it seemed to heighten the effect of her hand, in any case, and his eyes slip shut again, breathing unsteadily quick.]