Alucard kept his tongue extended, his eyes wide and begging.
Integra kept her finger tantalizingly out of his reach. Without applying any pressure to her shallow wound, the blood began to clot, and no new nectar dripped out.
Alucard whimpered.
Integra snickered. "My poor pet. So hungry. So needy."
"Please…"
"Please–what?"
"Please, master…"
"Please, master–what?"
"Please feed me, master," Alucard moaned, "Please feed me your blood."
"My blood? You want my blood?" Integra mocked, lowering her finger slowly. "Why should I feed a disobedient vampire my blood? You smashed my laptop–worse, you smashed it thinking I would award you with carnal pleasures...can you imagine? Between you and I! So you're disobedient and you think I'm a whore."
Lightly, she touched her clotted finger tip to Alucard tongue. The vampire went wild, his tongue wiggling and lapping madly, his hands clawing the floor, trying to push his chest and head up a little higher, just a little higher, to lick and lick and lick.
Integra simply took her finger away, lifting it to examine it passively. The vampire had not had enough leverage to suck the clot away, so he remained prone under her, shaking, waiting. "Worse," Integra said quietly, coldly, "You think I'm a whore who fucks vampires." With that, Integra produced the knife once more, the tip shiny with her blood. "Alucard, do you think I'm a whore who fucks vampires?"
"No, master," Alucard said, his eyes closing in grief.
"But you," Integra said gently, "You look like a whore." Integra let the blade tip droop until it touched Alucard's bottom lip. "Put it in your mouth and suck it."
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