SR: Timmies, Nineteen95 - Cruel
fifty-eight.
Marina.
I let out a deep breath, feeling pretty accomplished that I got Eryn to agree with my idea. Well, it wasn't necessarily my idea. It was Hades'. That part I wasn't planning on telling Eryn. She already seemed mad enough that I was trying to get her to feed on me, even if it was just a little. It was for the best, the only way that I could get comfortable with Eryn and how it could curb her cravings and ween her off my blood slowly.
I watched her as she tilted the chair back and closed her eyes. Her fingers were clasped tightly that the whites of her knuckles were visible. Her t-shirt was a bit too small for her and it clung to her breasts that were more shapely than I had noticed before.
Eryn didn't wear shirts like this often. She
