Genie resists her base urge to consume the blood; he hasn't earned that yet, hasn't made enough progress yet to warrant such a deep reward. Instead, it is tossed away-- she picks herself up from the toilet's lid where she had perched herself, and opens it to dump the cup's contents out, letting Foster watch her flush away his all-important essence, that which he both treasures and despises.
And then, calmly, she sits back down, placing the cup aside, and she smiles at him darkly, reaching down into the tub to press her fingers down between his thighs again, pushing against the now-bloody hole she just drew the cup from with her slick, cold fingertips that warm quickly with his body and his blood.
"Isn't this more comfortable? They say sex is much better this time of the month... I wonder if it's true."
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Date: 2017-10-26 03:49 am (UTC)And then, calmly, she sits back down, placing the cup aside, and she smiles at him darkly, reaching down into the tub to press her fingers down between his thighs again, pushing against the now-bloody hole she just drew the cup from with her slick, cold fingertips that warm quickly with his body and his blood.
"Isn't this more comfortable? They say sex is much better this time of the month... I wonder if it's true."