Sprawled like vines twining round each other in the primeval twilight, the two bodies gleamed silver pale in the moonlight. At last her soft ruby lips relinquished their deep suction upon his neck, her dainty pointed tongue flicking out to lick the oozing blood. His body was still and his heart was silent, but she nestled closer to him, basking in the lingering warmth of his body. Thuringwethil felt a pang of remorse – she had not meant to drink so much – but her thirst justified his death. She was content, her parched throat soothed, and that was all that mattered.
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