No worries! Things are pretty crazy here! <3
Dahlia would've lied even if she was getting too lightheaded. Between the rush of being drained and the coursing pulse of drugs in her system, she probably would've let Jenny drain her absolutely dry if she wanted to, and she would've died writhing in ecstasy. What better way was there to go? As it stood, she wasn't too lightheaded, certainly not too lightheaded for Jenny to keep going, so she murmured, "Keep going" even as Jenny already had her teeth buried in her side. It was a tender site, even after all these times, and she winced. It was fleeting, quickly replaced with a silent, open mouthed gasp of pleasure.
"Harder, Jenny," she pleaded, undulating beneath the blonde vampire. Her hands ventured from the waves of blonde to the hands that edged up the material of her shirt. There'd be bruises in the morning - ugly, red marks laced with blue, but what did it matter to Dahlia? It wasn't as though she could see the bruises anyway, and per her request, no one else would be able to see them either. It was a matter of vanity and pride more than anything else. Despite the accident and her loss of sight, she was still nothing if not vain.
She urged Jenny on with little keens and groping of desperate hands, and it wasn't much longer before Jenny would feel the telltale sign of a slowing heart, of shallowing breaths. Her grip on Jenny wasn't quite so tight as it was before, and if she didn't stop soon, Dahlia would pass out cold. And still she didn't tell her to stop. This was the best part, if you asked her. The pounding of her own pulse in her ears, the thudding of her heart against her chest; it was perfect.