Helen sat on the end of her bed. It was an hour before she normally would be up but one of the residents went into early labor and so she spent most of the night in the infirmary helping deliver triplets. She had never been so grateful for this abnormals lack of ability for verbalizing sounds because those babies were stubborn little balls of fluff and fangs and having all of them crying would have been a bit much.
So she'd decided that she could open the next letter a wee bit early.
She couldn't help biting her lip and giving a tiny moan at the memories this letter evoked, "that's more like it, Nikola," she whispered to herself. Yes, she would have let Nikola ravage her that day.
Come to think of it, she probably wouldn't have really minded giving him a taste for the other time he mentioned.
Oh sure, she would have protested a little but honestly, the thought of letting Nikola drinking her blood caused all sorts of fun sensations to course through her. What would letting Nikola have her blood feel like?
More importantly, what would it do to him?
Taking the letter she decided it was time for a hot bath.
And if she did a few things less than lady like... she'd blame it on the hormones she was exposed to during the night.
Yeah, that was it.