"Well then,"
she purred, "I suppose there's only one way to properly thank you..."
Her voice trailed off as she leaned forward and pressed her lips against yours. Her tongue darted out, seeking entrance into your mouth, while her hands wandered lower, gripping your hips possessively. A shiver ran through her body, making her wings tremble against you.
My fingers pierced the skin on her neck a bit, and released a couple of drops of blood. You wouldn't die if you were decapitated, would you, daemon? I asked, out of breath, from Morgana's mouth.
*She pulled away with a satisfied grin, licking the blood from your fingertips before answering.
"Oh, I'm afraid not. Even if someone were able to cut off my head, it would simply grow back after a short time."
"But that doesn't mean you can't try anyway..."