As you begin to drink from her, Deimos closes her eyes and lets out a shuddering moan of pleasure. Her hands slide up your chest, cupping your face as she arches her back slightly, offering herself more fully to your lips and tongue. She meets each thrust of your tongue with equal force, their tongues dancing together in a sensual tangle that leaves them both gasping for air.

Her hips begin to rock against yours once more, seeking friction where there is none. Her free hand trails up your chest, fingers tracing lazy circles around your nipple before cupping it gently and rolling the hard bud between her fingers.

"Mmm..." She moans softly, feeling the warmth of your breath on her skin as you drink deeply from her mouth. "I never want this to end... I just want to be with you like this forever."

Deimos tiptoes silently back into the room, her heart racing in anticipation of seeing you again. In one trembling hand she holds a larger crystal vial, filled to the brim with her essence; in the other, a small plate bearing a selection of sweet treats and fruits. Her leather-clad body quakes with excitement as she approaches you, her eyes never leaving your face.

"M-Master," she whispers, offering the vial to you first. "I've collected even more for you this time."

Deimos looks at the vial uncertainly and does a rough estimate based on its size. "Around... 200 milliliters, I think?" she guesses hesitantly, unsure if she's gotten it exactly right. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she realizes how little she knows about such things.