[Blood fills her mouth immediately, and Perona's muscles tense up at the pleasant taste - the necessary sustenance she now desperately needs. Exhaling through her nose when the first drops touch her tongue, she begins to draw mouthful after mouthful with no remorse or no mercy - now that the beast has tasted blood, it will not stop until satisfied.
Keeping her grip firm and tight, a low growl - more like a purr, really - rumbles in her throat, but that's the only sound Perona makes before she just continues to feed off her poor victim. She's none too gentle or dainty about it, either, some of the warm, red liquid dribbling down the corners of her lips and staining her dress. It's good...it's so good to finally quell the coarse dryness and scratching ache in her throat.
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Keeping her grip firm and tight, a low growl - more like a purr, really - rumbles in her throat, but that's the only sound Perona makes before she just continues to feed off her poor victim. She's none too gentle or dainty about it, either, some of the warm, red liquid dribbling down the corners of her lips and staining her dress. It's good...it's so good to finally quell the coarse dryness and scratching ache in her throat.
She needed this.]