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[loudassassin]

Despite his need to only eat once a week, Squalo absolutely enjoyed his feeding time. Somewhat because it usually involved him taking a mental hold onto Belphegor’s mind, but mostly because the werecat’s blood was no much less sweeter than a humans

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[bloody_twin]

Belphegor's eyes were glazed over, his head tilted over as Squalo lapped at his blood. His tail occasionally twitched, but that was the most he moved during this time.

Somewhere, deep down, he realized what Squalo was doing. He fought back- but Belphegor wasn't a master of mental combat by any means, and it was so nice to just sit here and let Squalo have his fill- felt so good, so soft... like kittens, he thinks absently. Or clouds. Or-

Was Squalo trying to distract him? His eyes slid into focus for a split second before dozing back off again on a trail of inconsequential thoughts, keeping him occupied with himself while Squalo drank his fill.

[loudassassin]

Squalo hisses and growls as he feeds, displaying typical vampire greed while still being careful not to overdue it. He tugs Bel just the slightest bit closer, keeping his thoughts calm and out of focus, just in a drowsy tranquil state.

Eventually, when he's had enough, he licks at the puncture marks several times to ensure their healing while lapping up the last of the blood, then slowly allows Bel's mind to pull away from his own.

[bloody_twin]

Belphegor groans quietly, his fingers slowly starting to move as his mind is gently released from the fog. It takes him only a few seconds to come out of his haze and hiss animalistically, jerking back almost immediately, his ears laying flat against his head as his nails elongated slightly, struggling to get out of Squalo's grip.

[loudassassin]

The vampire gives his own warning snarl, caught in his own primal instincts. He releases his hold on Bel, stepping aside to lick his lips free with a pleased hum.