"You're half-bred breasts are not unpleasant to my eyes," Illyria looked affectionately down at the vampire wiggling beneath her.
"The stars have faded away and all I see is blue." Dru responded rubbing her hand slowly along the blue patches on Illyria's face. They kissed deeply and panting heavily Illyria went down to finish what she had started five hours ago when she had come to tell the insane half-breed of her family's demise in the alleyway, only to find her most receptive to the process of intercourse not involving talking that Wesley had denied her at his untimely death.