He let go of her and righted her again. "MiLady, you must stop this." As he uttered this, she reached behind her and pulled out a small knife, a lighter an a stick about 2 feet in length and 3-4 inches in width. "You may be a vampire, Solas, but I be your match." She replied, slamming it ########. She licked the blade tenderly, like a mother grooming her child, #####; dancing it across his body. "A dance of seasons, a song of death. The melody of life beats slow in your eyes.." She sang. "Tho be an nemys' match, your face reflects the moons love. Thy bidding I shan't disobey, demons play inside of you." He finished, licking her neck roughly. She returned the gesture and smiled.
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