"GLUG, GLUG..."
The girl's blood drained away swiftly, like water being siphoned.
Yet Catherine only felt herself floating blissfully, an experience so intensely addictive that no words could describe its wonder; she merely wished this moment could last forever.
The Night Demon's suction was far more potent than the mere numbing effect of leech saliva, capable of making prey addicted to being consumed, compelling them to willingly offer themselves.
The longer they were consumed, the more infatuated they became with this bone-deep pleasure, a rapture akin to intoxication.
Within her own stronghold, Catherine possessed strength comparable to a Fourth Order adept. If she had wished to resist from the outset, it would have required but a fleeting thought.
However, her trust in Byron was such that she never once entertained the idea.
