Page 97 of Unholy Conception
Her breathing was laboured, and I could smell the placenta.
It came out intact and easily slipped into the large silver bowl.
There was no way that I could wait. I sank my teeth in and sucked. The finest, aged vintage available to any vampire. The rush coursed around my body, reaching every dead cell and re-energising my dead body. It was the best I’d ever tasted, just like Ivy’s blood.
“Ugh, gross,” Ivy said, but I ignored her.
I wasn't done with Ivy, and I didn't think I ever would be. She might be pissed, but the way she doted on our daughter wouldn't last long. It was time to settle down. Ivy would make a fine vampire.
But I intended to create a few more children with her first.
Warm blood dripped down my chin. I caught a thick dollop of coagulated blood before it fell on the bed and shoved it into my mouth, savouring the sweet, mature and delicate taste.
Yes, as many as I could get.
Ivy’s blood created the finest vintage.
The End.
