[Holly has only one thing left to offer him: her body. And with her licking slowly against the pad of Myotismon's leather covered finger, it's easy to pretend that little outburst never happened and she's only too happy to give herself to him again.
The only other thing she can offer beyond the soft embrace of her body is this - turning her head to offer up the pale expanse of her neck. Blood pulses through her carotid artery, the faintest flutter beneath the skin. Rich, pure. Tempting. A sign of submission to offer her master the very life in her veins.]
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The only other thing she can offer beyond the soft embrace of her body is this - turning her head to offer up the pale expanse of her neck. Blood pulses through her carotid artery, the faintest flutter beneath the skin. Rich, pure. Tempting. A sign of submission to offer her master the very life in her veins.]