Neither of them stirred, so he bit the young woman’s jugular and licked at the blood.
It was like nectar, not that he had ever tried nectar. Surely, he thought, the person who had written the first stories was Pee Pob too. He licked and licked and licked, slurped and slurped again. After a minute or so, he had to fly around the net to stave off cramp and when he returned a clot had formed on the smal wound, but he licked it off and it was the nearest
thing that he had eaten to solid meat that he had liked since his Awakening as he now secretly thought of his transformation.
He wasn’t worried about taking too much as his smal body could only hold a couple of hundred mil ilitres at most, but he was worried about staying there so long that he defecated on hi
