It wasn't quite that he was pulling magic out of Lucifer, not really... but the magic was so saturated in the blood that it was like the kick of a potent cup of coffee - but so much more viscerally satisfying. Alastor slowed his sucking, licking up the blood and looking through red bangs at the king.
His sclera had gone dark as his eyes otherwise glowed, every ounce of his heart pounding and telling him to bite, devour, consume-- he's delicious.
Instead he focused on the hand in his hair. The way his skin was a bit sweaty from the pain, just the faintest bit. Alastor dragged his tongue over the bite wound, his tongue almost numb from how the blood tasted.
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His sclera had gone dark as his eyes otherwise glowed, every ounce of his heart pounding and telling him to bite, devour, consume-- he's delicious.
Instead he focused on the hand in his hair. The way his skin was a bit sweaty from the pain, just the faintest bit. Alastor dragged his tongue over the bite wound, his tongue almost numb from how the blood tasted.
"...You'd pair with a lovely bordeaux."