User blog comment:SCORNFUL1/Audience With A Vampire: Ask Armata De'Sange/@comment-28358106-20171106221206/@comment-28358106-20171112020938

No sooner do the words leave Imperia's mouth than Tirush leans in, now on all fours, and bites her dress, growling. She pulls back, slowly peeling it from her, her saliva and liquid fire soaking into the fabric.

"Do not cry out..."

Having exposed the Vampiress, she looms over her like a predator taking a meal, her dominance never cruel, never painful, but always on the unseen, thin edge of heart-racing dangerousness...

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The next morning, Imperia slowly comes to with the feeling of being pushed.

...Because she is. She finds she is wrapped head to toe in furs, still nude, and still on the rug before the hearth. Partha is gently pushing her on the cheek with her head, trying to wake her up. She sees her eyes open and smiles.

"The sun is not up yet, but we made you a got meat.  It is good!  I has some.  It is over the fire."

A piece of meat is on a spit over the fireplace, where a normal fire crackles merrily.

Tirush is by the tall bay windows on the far end of the room, preening herself. She smiles when she sees Imperia awaken.