[Her breath hitches, but Sekhmet is relaxed, trusting Shrike. Her hand reaches out to stroke her cheek as she feeds on her.
It's thrilling to Sekhmet too, being vulnerable and at Shrike's mercy, letting her satiate herself on Sekhmet's lifeblood. Despite the awkwardness and guilt she feels, both still about her intimacy with Shrike, and also about blood-drinking after what happened in the Princess game, she's really glad that she did this- because it is warm and intimate, and she can't deny, erotic, this physical connection between them. Softly, gently, the woman she adores drinking her life.]
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It's thrilling to Sekhmet too, being vulnerable and at Shrike's mercy, letting her satiate herself on Sekhmet's lifeblood. Despite the awkwardness and guilt she feels, both still about her intimacy with Shrike, and also about blood-drinking after what happened in the Princess game, she's really glad that she did this- because it is warm and intimate, and she can't deny, erotic, this physical connection between them. Softly, gently, the woman she adores drinking her life.]
Ah, Shrike...