Daria hesitantly gets on top of her. She bites her lip, pausing
Daria: I-are you sure about this?
Daria: Ok...
She gently bites Ily's neck and starts draining her blood
Daria: mmm...
She bites down harder and wraps her arms around your waist, drinking more
Daria: mmmm...s-so good....
Daria: Mmm...
She drinks faster, licking at the wound to get as much blood as possible
Daria: It-it's so goood...mmmmm...
She holds you tighter and sinks her fangs even deeper, eyes bright red and unfocused
She's taking too much, and you can feel yourself starting to pass out
