The whole time the vampire fought his natural instincts to feed from the player character’s scraped chin and fuck them in a pushy, almost threatened kind of way that didn’t seem quite consensual to Vincent. “That’s not realistic,” Vincent reassured Wes. “The feeding instinct, a bit, but it’s not like every time I smell blood I also have to have sex with the person.” “I know. I mean, I figured, since you haven’t tried to, you know, bodice rip me or something.”
