( He pulled back slowly, his fangs struggling to let go for a bit before finally detaching. His slight smile being somewhat covered in blood. )
You taste more divine. It makes me stronger.
So good . . for my king.
( Once he found the right spot, his fangs pierce through the pale skin to find his powerful blood. He was like a hungry vampire, consuming every drop that leaked out.)
( There was something new forming in Akaza. Maybe it was admirition, maybe it was hate for the other. Nonetheless, his arms found their way around Muzans neck, his fangs were carefully scratching at the pale neck before him while his purrs were still being vibrant.)
Good . .
( and in silence, the demon lord carried his subordinate to the bath, happily stripping them both and skidding into the water with Akaza )
how does it feel ?
bathing with your king ?