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kissing her leg before adding, "And don't fake it for my sake, please. I really do want you to come."
    "Ah… all right. I'm going to need you be a little rougher, then," Beryl replied, breathless. "Rub my clit harder, please."
    Casimir thrust his fingers inside of her, wetting them again, and rounded them around her clit before applying more pressure. At the sound of her sharp breath, he bent over her thigh again, his lips feeling where her blood pulsed close to the skin. He moved down from there, just a little, and laved his tongue against her skin.
    Beryl seemed unwilling to put her legs on either side of his head. He did it for her and draped both legs over his shoulders, switching the work of his fingers for tight, harsh passes of his tongue. That seemed to be what she needed, and she grabbed at his hair so hard that his scalp ached. No need for her to say that she was about to come; he could feel it in the way her thighs tensed around him.
    Casimir switched to rubbing her clit with fingers again and waiting for her first cries to fill his ears. Even louder than that, to him, was the rush of blood in her veins as the wave of euphoria hit her. He bit down on her thigh at the same moment, mouth filled with the sweet, heavy taste of her blood. The narcotic from his bite would negate the sting of his fangs quickly, and he continued to draw her through orgasm with his hand, greedily swallowing mouthful after hot mouthful.
    When Beryl fell back against the bed, her body going limp, he forced himself to stop. He licked over the puncture marks to make them close, cleaning his lips with his tongue before he sat up. "Was that painful?" he asked, stroking her thigh.
    "You bit me?" Beryl sat up, her weight resting against her arms to prop herself up. She looked woozy. "I barely felt it."
    "I choose the moments I do for a reason," he chuckled, placing a kiss against her forehead. "It doesn't have to be painful; it shouldn't be, if you know what you're doing." Beryl started to reach for his groin, but he brushed her hand away. "No, no need. I don't have enough blood in me for that."
    "Oh, I'm sorry." She seemed at a loss and rose, taking up her wrap again and putting it on. "Please allow me to clean up, then. Do you need anything?"
    "Not right now." Casimir lay back on the bed and simply enjoyed the feel of fresh, hot blood cycling through his system. It removed the sluggishness in his limbs, his mind. He wasn't completely strong yet, but it was certainly a start.
    Beryl returned a few minutes later. "This would normally be the place where I suggested food, but you have already eaten," she said, gently teasing. "Do you need anything else at the moment?"
    "I'm going to sleep for a few hours. Beryl, please make sure you drink a lot of water. You haven't lost much blood, but you may feel light-headed," Casimir instructed, closing his eyes. "If you can eat meat, that's even better." He doubted he would even be able to sleep, but he needed just to lie down and let his body rest. "I will settle up with your mistress soon."
    "Sleep well, then," Beryl said and flicked a switch. The blue-green lighting disappeared, leaving Casimir in darkness.

Chapter Three
    When Casimir woke up, he barely felt like he'd slept. Sitting and lifting the curtain revealed that it was still dark outside. He got up and could see his clothing, neatly folded and resting on top of his bag. He dressed and stepped out of the room into brightly lit halls.
    The Jewel Box seemed busy tonight. He could hear sounds through many of the doors before arriving in the lobby again: some groans and whispers, and even crying. Casimir kept walking. He was sure that if anyone was actually being hurt, Miss Adeline would deal with them.
    He entered the lobby, expecting to see Adeline there. She wasn't, but there was another monster sitting on one of the overstuffed red sofas. She looked out of place, her black hair as stark as spilled ink. Her skin was translucent, the walls and