Carmilla and Scarlet were latched onto both sides of Victor's neck, drinking his blood with an intensity he was starting to consider excessive.
Carmilla kept one hand pressed against his chest while her fangs remained buried deep in the right side of his neck. Scarlet was doing practically the same thing on the other side, wrapped around his arm as she drank in long swallows, showing almost no desire to stop.
Victor sat on the sofa between them, completely relaxed despite the amount of blood he was losing, letting his regeneration gradually replace what they consumed.
"You two have been pretty greedy lately," he commented while running one hand through Carmilla's hair.
She withdrew her fangs for only a few seconds, wiping a thin line of blood from the corner of her lips.
"I'm getting stronger. Naturally, I need more blood to sustain my recovery."
Scarlet did not even pull away.
She kept drinking while raising one finger, indicating that she also wanted to answer.
