Blood gushed from Alucard's mouth. The roof of his mouth and his tongue and his lips were sliced by the razor sharp edge of Integra's blade–but he didn't dare halt his sucking until she gave him permission. He sucked and sucked, swirling his tongue around and over the metal, blood welling up from the hundreds of shallow and deep cuts he inflicted on himself. He slurped his own blood, gurgling.
Smiling, Integra withdrew the blade, leaving Alucard gasping. Thick streams of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. His chin and cheeks were drenched in deep crimson. Disoriented, Alucard just lay still. After a few moments, Alucard felt his mouth regenerating and when he was confident he could speak clearly, he said, "Was my fellatio satisfactory, master?"
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