[The blood is so much hotter straight from the source. Lapping up all the excess, Nanika's tongue slides against the raw cut, slowly and procedurally feeling out the texture of wrinkled, split open skin as she slips her tongue between the two edges and into his seeping flesh. She's elated as she cleans up the rest of it. Eventually she pulls away, wiping her reddened mouth with her sleeve.

The starving desire in her eyes is unmistakable. This time, it doesn't take time for her to think about what she wants. While she had her tongue inside his slit, she got absorbed in his aching pulse, feeling the strength of his heart pounding through the wound as it pumps blood to the site. She can't get enough of him. Wants to dig inside him and feel his bleeding heart in her hands and mouth too. Wants to feel it beat just for her as she slathers her tongue up and down each of his ventricles.

But she can't ask that of Killua. Her healing powers wouldn't bring him back to life if he died as quickly as one should when such a vital organ is removed. Still, she finds herself wanting something similar in size, deciding that she'd feel satisfied as long as it's an organ.]

Can I have an organ now, pretty please?