Coveting Strength(Thara/Mat)

The blood wasn't bitter, or coppery which would be expected, instead it was sweet. A thick texture like that of molasses that tasted far sweeter. As it poured into her mouth and she drank deeply of it, an intense feeling of pleasure and pain racked her body. Enough that it felt she was being torn apart and put back together, while also experience sensation unequaled in their pleasure. It would be likely to cause their body to convulse, or even for her to choke as the primordial essence flooded into her.

Meanwhile, Mat merely watched with mild amusement as she accepted his offering. Partaking in such an unholy sacrament sealed her fate for the time being, tying her existence to his own. It would come with some side effects to their mutual benefit, but it was also the most formal and powerful means of worship. While Thara's power as a creature was far lacking for the time being, her intense and fervant belief in Mat would serve as a conduit for greater things to come. For now, however, her body would most likely need rest if she did not outright collapse or faint.

As he removed his hand from above her, he would grasp her body either to pick her up or guide her to where he wanted. "It is time for you to rest." He'd comment soothingly, as the gears within his head began to turn, Yes, grand things ahead indeed.