After a long thoughtful moment, it replies, "So previously I would have estimated a scale of decades on the empowerments, and at least a decade on figuring out your soul enough to duplicate you. Research projects are difficult to put time estimates on, but that's the approximate scale. Substantial portions of that research are gated on having enough power and finesse to test and examine things properly. So I think eating you every few days reduces the scale down to months? Maybe as much as a year or two?"

"So what you're saying is, I can reduce time to duplication by being so enticingly delicious that you just can't stop eating me?" Although presumably there will be some sort of limit where a Sable in full-time food coma mode can't concentrate well enough to do research.

It blushes again. "Yeah, that's pretty much how that works. You're right that I can't do research while I'm in a food coma, though, and probably we need any amount of work-life-balance, doing something other than eating you and researching as well? But yeah, being delicious is basically a research-accelerating superpower."

"On an unrelated" (absolutely not) "note, am I right in guessing that some of those dreams about dissolving in pools of ink were also about you eating me?"

A blushy nod and a grin. "Yep."

"How many fun new ways for you to eat me can we come up with, I wonder?"

"Oooh. Lots."

It starts listing off ideas. "There's a bunch of cooking methods: spitted, grilled, oven roasted, boiled, deep fried, pan fried, steamed. There are weird specialized things like cooking dildos or breast roasters. There's dissolving you in my ink, or swallowing you whole, or eating you raw. There's applying the sensory-link enchantments directly to your body and then using other cooking methods while you're in pieces. What else..."

The phrase 'cooking dildos' conjures a very vivid memory of being spit-roasted and a very intense notion of what that experience might have been like if the heat was coming from the inside.

"What do you say to touring the highlights with me over the next few days as part of stress-testing my pain perception?" As much as that mental image is making her body want to flinch away from its own insides, it's also definitely turning her on. As is the thought of finding out what those ink-dissolving dreams will feel like when they happen for real. And the thought of Sable just casually biting her anytime it happens to feel like it. Being swallowed whole definitely also has something to it, as does being able to feel things happening to her while she's in pieces. What else was in that list, oven roasting? Leaving aside the darkly comical Hansel and Gretel connection, that also sounds pretty hot, no pun intended.

Is kissing her fiercely a good answer to that question?

Very much so, yes.

This may result in cozy makeout time continuing further. 

She doesn't expect anyone to particularly object to this state of affairs, however.

Cozy makeout time has gotten hornier now that Esme's mind keeps circling around all these thoughts of sexy ways Sable could eat her. "Oh," she says, pulling away from another kiss, "we should investigate whether drinking my blood also counts now. It didn't before, but it sounds like I didn't have the magical deliciousness then, right?"

"Oooh. That is a good idea, yeah. That didn't start kicking in until I was seasoning you or cooking you, one of the two."

It bites its lip and eyes her throat contemplatively.

"Pretty please?" she says, tilting her head and lowering her shoulder.

That is all the invitation it needs. It leans in and sinks its fangs into the crook of her neck and drinks deeply.

Esme snuggles up with a contented sigh, and liquid glory pours down Sable's throat.

It doesn't have quite the same intensity that cooking and eating her did; it's as though this flavour is designed to be enjoyed in as much or as little moderation as she might like, and so doesn't have that edge of 'eat me, eat me' that Esme was giving off during the spit-roasting scene. It's still very nice, rich and complex with delicate layers of nuance and just the faintest hint of that satiated feeling from after the meal - not enough to add up into the same sense of fullness, but enough to give the sense that there's something to be digested here. Which there is: her growth rate is ticking up and up as she drinks, warmth and power spreading through her with every drop of Esme's delicious blood.

A wet, muffled moan spills from its throat and it presses her close, continuing to drink happily, savoring the cozy squish of their bodies together and the rich taste of her blood.

Well, now Esme is increasingly turned on and also increasingly anemic, which seems like it might be a two-birds kind of situation. (The one stone is tentacle sex.)

Conveniently, neither of them ever bothered to put clothes back on. 

Tentacles quickly wrap around Esme's waist and back, pressing her tightly to Sable's body, while additional tentacles plunge deeply into her, carrying enough of Sable's elastic physics with them that the visible bulges in her abdomen and throat are merely painful, rather than damaging.

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She drinks and drinks, fucking Esme deeply and steadily as she does, her tentacles thrusting in sync. Another, smaller tentacle with an open bell-shaped end finds her clit, sucking at it and teasing at it.

She basks in the adoring bliss filling Esme's mind and savors the gorgeous flavor, moaning and slurping up Esme's blood.

There's a lot of adoring bliss to be had. And a lot of blood, as long as Sable keeps replenishing it. And that extra tentacle is very much appreciated, whether or not orgasms are in the cards; Esme is far too busy with all this adoring bliss to proactively have an opinion on the subject. Best tentacle demon should get to decide exactly what to do to its Esme. 💖

Best tentacle demon thinks it wants to know just how many orgasms it can wring out of its Esme. It keeps drinking and replenishing, keeps pounding into her, while all its tentacles begin to drip with contact aphrodisiacs, slowly amplifying the pleasure and increasing Esme's sensitivity.

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