[Nemesis sucks in a breath and attempts to keep still--doesn't need imagination to conjure the feeling of being punctured in the neck, and remembers the look in Req's eyes at the memory of her turning enough that she's got a decent idea of what to expect. Though it doesn't hurt particularly--it's more of a slight, urgent tug at her toes and her fingertips, leading up and out, through her to Requiem. And that feels...ah.

A second breath and she closes her eyes and a heavy warmth oozes through her, tingling like a snake bite. The tension flows out of her frame--or at least, a tension flows out; the tug as Req drinks her in continues, but now it prickles all over her skin, especially tight across her chest and between her legs. Her knees go weak and she shudders back like the heroine on the cover of a romance novel; her legs splay open wantonly.

The feeling--the experience is, to say the least, intense, and she gives a soft cry as she squirms closer]