Chapter 22

My legs finally failed me, and I slid to the floor.  I could see a small pool of blood forming from the bite between my legs while a heavier trail of blood from my neck flowed over my breasts.

“Where did he bite you?” she asked with a harsh tone that I chose to ignore. 

I pointed to my breast, neck, and crotch and she rolled her eyes.  “It figures.”

She picked me up and carried me to my office as if I weighed nothing.  As she laid me down on the examination table, she said, “I’m going to have to heal the wounds with my saliva.  Believe me, this will be harder on me than on you.”

She buried her mouth over the wound on my neck first, since it was losing the most blood.  Then, she moved to the wound in my crotch and worked her saliva over it in a way that I found soothing and comforting.  When she was satisfied that there was no sign of his attack, she moved to my breast and did the