Abaddon bit down on the tip of the blade in his mouth until he snapped it.
Izanami seemed even more aroused by the display.
She took one of Abaddon's hands and placed it over her chest.
Pressing down, the tips of his claws became embedded in the flesh around her heart, drawing blood and making her shiver in delight.
"It's real... It's not a dream, right..? It really, really, hurts??"
Izanami suddenly shook her head hard and removed the broken weapon from Abaddon's mouth.
"No, actually, I don't care. Even if this is a dream, if someone tried to wake me again, I would just.." Izanami turned the blade against her own neck. "Set myself free...!"
Abaddon sat up and pushed the blade away from her neck.
He delicately licked away the blood flowing from her wound and lifted her onto his lap.
Izanami smiled in a frenzied manner as she held him by the head. "I want to see your face."
