[Even if there is that delightfully horrible part of him that wants it all. Pleasures of the flesh, taste of the flesh. To bury his face in and gnaw away at his now beating heart, to watch the life drain from his body. Claim and eat and drink to his enjoyment.
But whatever piece of Bigby still remains inside of him, the truest part of him, reigns in enough control with a shudder before he noses against Illarion's throat.]
And if I cannot stop myself. What will you do then?
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[Even if there is that delightfully horrible part of him that wants it all. Pleasures of the flesh, taste of the flesh. To bury his face in and gnaw away at his now beating heart, to watch the life drain from his body. Claim and eat and drink to his enjoyment.
But whatever piece of Bigby still remains inside of him, the truest part of him, reigns in enough control with a shudder before he noses against Illarion's throat.]
And if I cannot stop myself. What will you do then?