She gurgled up the black ichor her body used as blood, dribbling through her lips as she moaned past it, her arms moving to push her deeper onto his fangs as he continued to grind her down, her flesh reforming almost as he carved through her, keeping her core exposed to his attention, even as he struggled to breach it fully, some small part of her psyche holding it together even as her conscious mind could do nothing but beg for more.