Delicious. There was truly no other word to describe just how good his blood tasted; it was sweet, almost too sweet, but at the same time it had this undertone of savory that perfectly complemented the overwhelmingly sweet taste.
To her, it was the perfect meal, her one true favorite dish, and no matter what, she didn't think anything could change that.
After all, she didn't think it could get any better, but her husband kept showing her it could always get better.
Especially when he was involved
Sinking her fangs into his neck right at her climax, she expected the same wonderfully sweet flavor she had gotten used to in the dungeon, the same blood she hadn't tasted since they left three days ago.
But it wasn't; it wasn't even close. It had taken a massive leap in quality, if that was even possible. It was already good, no, borderline addicting before, but now it tastes… complete.
Yes, that was the only way she could describe it.
