Christina (3)
“Ah….”
A shallow breath. Something almost like a cry of wonder—the soft exhalation of a woman. My outstretched hand kneaded the swell of her flesh as if toying with her.
The generous flesh that threatened to spill from my grip trembled under a man’s rough handling.
“Nnh.”
Christina said nothing at all. She only let out those small sounds and drew my head into her arms.
Stroke… stroke…. The way she caressed me—like a mother soothing a child—made something itch under my skin, so I hiked up the hem of her skirt.
With my face buried in her full breasts I couldn’t see the hips the fluttering fabric had exposed, but my fingers worked her ass with practiced ease, kneading the flesh as if it were dough.
“Nnh… ah….”
She responded beautifully.
After all the nights spent taking Daisy, I’d grown skilled enough at regulating the passive pull of my charm that I was nearly suppressing it completely now—and still, every time my fingers toyed with that springy rear, Christina’s body gave a faithful little shudder and she hugged my head tighter.
“Hnn…. Nnh. Scarlet….”
Such a plaintive voice.
Had she never imagined that the one whose head she cradled so tenderly would turn that kindness against her and use it to toy with her body? Or had she been hoping for exactly this?
I didn’t ask. I simply devoted myself to playing with her.
Squeeze. Squeeze. Could kneading a woman’s ass even be called caressing?
Unless her rear was an erogenous zone, it wasn’t a caress at all—just a male indulging his lust. And if she was one of those sensitive women whose ass was a sweet spot?
“Nnh—there…. Hnn….”
Her reactions were easy to read. Pressing firmly around the curve with my fingertips, or spreading my hand wide and seizing a great handful all at once….
Even movements that did nothing but feed a male’s simple hunger for that generous flesh earned a clear response from Christina. As if she meant to receive any desire I threw at her, she welcomed every touch with a kind of radiant joy.
The way fresh snow makes you want to leave tracks, her purity made me want to thoroughly corrupt her into a proper bitch.
“I—I love it. Everything about you, Scarlet…. Hyaat?!”
Of course I’d keep this lovely side of her intact. The gentle, kind, beautiful woman. And also the bitch who took her master’s lust and melted under it, whose lower half was always wet and ready for him.
Wasn’t that a deliciously depraved picture? I quietly nudged the intensity of my charm a little higher.
I caught the edge of her panties and pulled, drawing the thin fabric tight so it dug into the cleft of her sex and rubbed against her with every small shift.
“Th-there…. Hnn…. Aah, ah….”
Startled by the pleasure creeping up from below, Christina switched from cradling my head to patting my back in little taps.
Patting me, even now. What an absurdly cute woman.
“Hnn…!”
“Stay still.”
Neither of us had any intention of stopping. The fire already roaring between us looked ready to burn everything before it went out.
I hooked her panties aside. The thin strip that had been nestled against her folds, teasing the soft flesh within, came away already damp.
A wet sound.
One long index finger pushed into her private place.
“Nnh!”
Her hips gave a little jolt at the unfamiliar sensation, then her whole body shuddered. When I glanced up, her face was flushed scarlet; she had her lips pressed tightly together, looking utterly lost.
As if holding it in would help. We were pressed skin to skin. Even through our clothes, how long could she last while she kept breathing in my scent without pause?
Squelch. Squelch.
I didn’t thrust deep into a virgin’s soft interior. It was still too soon. Instead I left only the first joint inside, gently rubbing the tightly closed entrance and tormenting her lower half.
“Hyaang…. I—I’ve never… done anything like this….”
“Really?”
“I-I don’t know…. Don’t ask me things like that….”
The way she blushed and pretended ignorance was refreshing. Daisy, no matter how embarrassed, always answered honestly when asked—this was a different flavor entirely.
And Daisy was extreme about it. Even as a daughter of a count’s house she slipped fully into maid mode; speech, bearing, everything. Christina kept up the bearing of a proper noble young lady, which made teasing her all the more satisfying.
“Never touched yourself?”
“Hhk! …Th-that’s awful. Is that something you ask a lady? …Ahn! I’m—trying to talk…!”
I casually stroked her lower lips, then parted the folds and brushed a fingertip across her clit. She startled so hard she actually scolded me.
I let out a deliberate laugh and set my fangs against her shoulder.
“…Ah.”
A clean puncture.
Without a shred of hesitation, my fangs sank into the woman’s pure white shoulder.
“Hh…. Nnnn….”
Slowly, blood seeped into my mouth. The sweet, sweet blood of a virgin. I savored it languidly on my tongue, then swallowed.
Gulp. The sound of my throat working was unusually loud. Christina must have heard it too—the moment I swallowed her blood, her slender body convulsed as if in spasm.
“Aah…. Ah…. Hwaah….”
For a vampire, taking blood is counted among the acts of reproduction, same as coupling.
Children born of unions with other races take after the non-vampire parent rather than becoming vampires themselves—so for our kind, the act of drinking blood is especially vital. Through blood we increase our own, and create thralls.
Just as a male on the brink of death will still raise his cock for the sake of breeding, a vampire’s feeding is itself a reproductive act.
“Hwaah…. Hwaah…. It feels strange….”
And so it arouses the one who is bitten.
All the more so because Christina was already bound to me—already sealed by a blood pact.
“Hnn, hnn…. Does it… taste good…?”
With a dazed expression, Christina stroked my cheek as I nestled against her, making soft wet sounds as I drank. Those half-lidded eyes of hers had already gone quite hazy.
“You….”
Such a yearning voice.
“Ah…. I hope it tastes good…. For you….”
Hot breath. She was a bitch in heat, pure and simple—and still she stubbornly remained that gentle, selfless woman.
So I decided to teach her what selfishness meant. To turn her into a greedy little bitch who craved cock, who wanted to own it.
I withdrew my fangs. The wound closed almost at once, leaving only a faint smear of blood as if she’d never been bitten at all.
“Christina. Get down.”
“Hnn…. Yes. Yes….”
She clung for a moment like a child reluctant to leave, then smiled dreamily and shifted position.
A clueless virgin, hit with both charm and blood-drinking, now acting like some seductive spirit—it was almost funny. Look at her. Swaying that ass as she moved.
“Hnnn…. Here…?”
She sank to her knees on the floor, pressed her cheek to my thigh, and nuzzled against it. I ran my fingers through her hair for a moment as she giggled at the rough texture of the fabric, as if she couldn’t get enough of it.
“Hand.”
“Yeees—”
Puppy Christina. Tell her to bark and she probably would. I asked for her hand instead of a bark, and she offered it without hesitation.
I caught her wrist and yanked it straight to my waist.
“…Uh.”
My cock, swollen near to bursting, filled the hand of a noble young lady who had never once in her life had anything to do with such a thing.
Only a light robe and underclothes stood between us—I’d been about to turn in for the night.
“You know what this is?”
“I-I-I don’t know….”
“Little liar. Answer properly.”
“…….”
For a second she seemed to snap back to herself, shaking her head hard—though the frantic way she did it suggested she was anything but clear-headed. Under my silent, steady stare she wilted and finally opened her mouth, mumbling.
“A… m-member.”
“Again.”
“A… member….”
“And?”
“And what? A member is a… member.”
The way she looked up at me as if to ask what more I could possibly want was ridiculous—especially since her hand was still slowly kneading my cock the whole time she spoke.
Her body in heat seemed to be operating on an entirely different track from her shy mind. I stroked her cheek.
“Is that all a young lady knows? Then I’ll teach you. Repeat after me. Cock.”
“…Th-that’s vulgar. I can’t.”
She said that, but the hand working my cock was trembling in little jolts. What a perverted little healer.
“Is that so? The young lady of Blackwood seems to have no trouble with vulgar talk.”
“…Nnh.”
The deliberate jab sharpened her gaze at once—hard to tell with those half-lidded eyes, but the hand gripping my cock tightened, and she began to stroke it slowly through the cloth.
“F-fine. C-co… cock. There. Happy? Comparing me to other women…. That’s mean….”
“Really? You can’t forgive me?”
“…I didn’t say that. I only said it was mean….”
She was holding up remarkably well. After being fed on, if I flipped her skirt up her juices would be running freely—and still she stroked my cock as if nothing were wrong.
“Take it out.”
“….”
Her face, which had already looked ready to burst with color, flushed so red it seemed it might actually split.
She looked up at me, then down at the straining bulge, then back at me again….
Gulp. The sound of her swallowing was loud in the quiet.
“…!”
And then she was embarrassed by her own embarrassment. She bit her lower lip hard, untied my robe, and pulled down my underclothes. Her hands moved with a certain urgency—for all her attempts at composure, her lower belly must have been aching with need.
“Haa. Haa….”
Concentrating on undressing me had roughened her breathing again. The way she fought so desperately not to look lewd and vulgar was especially adorable. The moment she freed me, my cock sprang free; I settled it into her palm like a gift.
“Ah…. This… this is a cock….”
Shame forgotten, Christina stared at the shaft that had landed in her hand with dazed eyes, as if entranced.
With a thoroughly indecent expression she began to examine it—holding the thing that burned like a brand, that strained as if begging to be driven into a female’s hole right that second, and gently stroking as she studied it.
“Ah…. It’s so hard….”
“Well? Your impressions.”
Still half-hypnotized by the cock in her hands, Christina answered blankly. She’d slipped so deep into a trance she no longer seemed to know what she was doing.
“It’s so big, and hard…. Hot as fire…. Like iron heated in a forge…. Like a club…. And these veins…. It looks like a beast’s…. It’s frightening…. But….”
She trailed off, as if some image had risen behind her eyes, and swallowed hard.
“But?”
When I pressed her, she opened her mouth slowly.
“Something so… beastly… is frightening, but…. When I imagine it… going in…. My lower belly aches.”
“What a filthy little pervert.”
“Hyuk.”
At my light condemnation, Christina’s body gave a full-body shudder. Her grip on my cock tightened, and she began to stroke it properly.
“I-I’m sorry for being a pervert. I’ve never seen one before…. And I got… lewdly excited over it….”
Even as she said it, her eyes stayed locked on my cock. Shhk, shhk—every time her hand slid along the shaft, the column twitched, and she watched it with vacant fascination. I spoke quietly.
“Want to try putting it in your mouth?”
At that, those half-lidded eyes flew wide open, as if the idea had never once crossed her mind.
“My… my mouth? Good heavens….”
And yet she parted her lips slightly, as if gauging the size, and pressed her other hand to her mouth, testing.
The sight of that gentle, water-haired beauty kneeling before my cock and seriously calculating whether she could fit it between her lips was obscenely arousing.
“Hnn, hnn…. If you… if Scarlet wants it….”
Then she opened wide—
And took the tip between her lips.
“Chuu….”
“It’ll be a lot at first, so don’t try to swallow it right away. Breathe in the scent slowly and kiss it lightly, like this.”
“Yesh…. Snnff…. Hnnn…. Chuu….”
Putting my cock in the mouth of a virgin who had called it a “member,” who had never in her life seen a man’s cock, and making her breathe in the smell of it….
Fuck, that was hot. And Christina, diligent and clever as she was, felt the head twitching with pleasure against her lips and only grew more eager.
“Chuu, chuu, chuu…. Does it feel good…?”
She peppered the head with kisses, looking up at me as she rubbed the shaft against her cheek.
“Incredibly.”
“I’m so glad…. I’ll do more…. Haap. Mmm…. Schluurp.”
This time she opened wider, took the head into her mouth, and began to suck in earnest—schluurp, schluurp—while one hand held the considerable length that remained and stroked it gently.
And the other hand….
Ah. It had slipped between her own thighs and was moving in small, furtive motions.
Drip. Drip. So that was the sound of water I’d been hearing for a while now.