Chapter 11
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: First Bloodsuck
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"Hah... mmph... puha... heup, haa."
The lips pulled away from my nape.
I swallowed the transparent thread stretching between us like a spiderweb with a gulp.
Panting heavily, Yuria looked up at me with trembling eyes.
Her gaze overflowed with desperate affection.
The moment I sensed that emotion, the only thought in my head was that I'd gone too far.
Yuria's face showed she was struggling to handle the intense pleasure from her first bloodsuck.
"...Gulp."
She wore the most bewitching expression of a female in heat.
But honestly, pushing things further would be dangerous.
There were mountains of issues outside that needed resolving right away.
We'd only brushed our lips together, embraced, and shared blood, but even that was pure ecstasy. Was it because my partner was a peerless beauty?
As I made a gesture to pull away, Yuria grabbed the back of my head like a ghost and stopped me.
"Ha, just once more, please."
"That's—"
I couldn't say no. She had pierced right through my reluctance.
And then came the fierce kiss.
-Chup, smack... slurp, haup.
I clung to Yuria, our kiss lasting several minutes.
At the end, with her eyes still closed, she pressed her alluring body against mine. Was kissing one of her talents too? She was already tempting me to a masterful degree.
But every time I gripped her lower abdomen, the vixen would shiver and roll her eyes upward in that irresistibly seductive way.
-Haa... haa...
When our lips finally parted, Yuria blinked her hazy red eyes drunkenly.
Her smiling face showed no trace of resistance. If I dragged her to the bed right then, devouring this ripe fruit would feel inevitable.
But did Yuria feel the same?
With superhuman strength, she threw me onto the bed and flicked out her tongue.
....
Ian's clothes tore to shreds, a faint bloody scent brushing Yuria's nose.
The dizzying aroma that made her head spin with every breath blurred her vision.
She hadn't thought it was this intense before. What had made it torment her so?
It had to be because of the man she now held in her arms.
A floating sensation, like her body was adrift. Her heart felt at ease, warm.
He'd embraced her without hesitation, even collapsing on the cold floor, but nothing had ever made her heart race and flutter like that moment.
Was it the chill from her thin clothes? She wanted to burrow deeper into his embrace, to hold him tighter.
The scars on her hands and arms, which she hadn't minded before, now embarrassed her inwardly. Her sweat-soaked undergarments clung stickily.
"Yuria."
Sarahk—
A firm male hand touched her shoulder, startling her. She shuddered as if electrified.
"Hic, M-Master."
"..."
"Ha, I want just once more."
This could go on forever, I thought just then.
But I already felt Yuria's breath as she burrowed into my arms.
Lips touched my nape again, right where she'd sucked blood.
The satisfied woman smiled lightly, capturing my nape with a gentle kiss.
-Thump, thump.
Still shy about initiating, Yuria's face flushed beet red as she squeezed her eyes shut.
And pressed her lips to mine.
We were mere centimeters apart now.
My mind knew I should refuse, but I was already embracing her waist, exploring her mouth.
Our saliva mixed, rough tongues entwined. Oxygen ran low, breath grew stifled, mind fogged.
Yet even knowing this, neither wanted to part; our arms only tightened.
-Chup, hahp... ngh, hek.
"Pfuh... hee."
Ian's hard hand gripped Yuria's soft waist, feeling the bare skin below as he shifted positions.
This time, I was on top.
Yuria, already dazed from oxygen deprivation, struggled to hold onto her senses.
The buttons of her cleavage subtly undone,
Sweet breaths.
Below, her lips slick with my saliva, Yuria smiled foxily and pulled my shoulders close.
It was temptation impossible to refuse.
"Master, Master. Ian... Ian, more... more, please."
"...Yuria."
Tantalizing desire. Yuria wrapped around my body, gasping.
The final boss who could kill even the Knight Captain.
At just calling her name, she was at a loss.
She tugged up her slipped clothes just enough not to expose her full breasts.
Her tomato-red face mixed shame, pleasure, affection, and more.
"You okay?"
Nod, nod.
"J-Just... let me... hic, breathe... heup!?"
Gulp,
I returned the saliva she'd given me, mixed with mine.
Startled, Yuria hurried to swallow, while I toyed with her mouth.
The feminine, alluring body scent.
I desperately wanted to cross the line before me, but held back.
Not yet.
-Sarahk, squeeze...
Yuria clung tightly to me.
Her protruding G-cup breasts pressed and flattened against my body.
The heat from her bare skin was scorching.
The occasional heartbeat told how aroused she was.
-Thump, thump, thump,
"Yuria."
"...?! Hic, heup."
I buried my nose in her shoulder, naturally drawing Yuria into my scent too.
Her breaths already ragged, the pheromone-laced bloody aroma dizzied her. Her wandering hands desperately embraced my back, her only anchor.
Confused, she licked her lips.
Cheeks hot to the touch, sweet breaths.
Silent exchanging gazes between man and woman.
Her heart pounded so loud it reached me.
She didn't even pretend to refuse. This twenty-year-old woman was all but offering herself entirely. Damn it.
Every touch made her writhe and blush.
She'd just fed, and vampires were said to be several times more sensitive to touch then. With her innate talents sharpening her senses, it must be worse.
If I took her now, I could train her.
But if I did and tomorrow came...
Horrifying.
Yuria marked as a heretic and public enemy would match the original story's ending.
If her vampire nature—last survivor on the continent—were exposed, no turning back.
This would create a new route, original knowledge be damned. So I clung to reason.
....
"Hngh..."
No words came.
For the first warmth she'd known, she nearly teared up, craving his embrace.
-Nobles must cherish their bodies.
Her mother's words flashed, but Ian's face and touch filled her mind far more.
'...Ian, Ian. Ian.'
She learned his name from him, storing the echo in her head.
Instinctively, her body began craving this man.
One final permitted bloodsuck.
The second was even more ecstatic than the first.
As blood coated her tongue, electric pleasure surged through her brain.
Thump, her heart raced.
As it intensified, she crushed his back in a tight hug, sinking fangs into his nape.
"Haaaaah... heup, slurp."
The overwhelming pleasure nearly made her flop back, tongue out. Gasping, drooling greedily, she forgot she was sucking blood and hugged him harder.
Something she shouldn't touch poked her lower belly—poke, poke—but she didn't care. Filling her dizzy brain with sweet blood mattered more.
Like lovers in a rough kiss. Yuria couldn't detach her lips from his nape.
Soon, their panting breaths mingled; their loving gazes could belong to a couple post-coitus.
"Heee... slurp, chup..."
Instinctively, Yuria marked his nape deeply.
Absolutely. Absolutely. This is mine. Territorial claim.
Among vampires, it meant don't touch what's hers.
The faint three crosses were the mark only ducal vampires among nobles could etch.
Ian was the first and last man she'd mark this way.
Showing it to another vampire would make them bow heads at least.
But.
"... ."
He asked permission to leave for his duties.
And apologized. Unable to hold him, Yuria said,
"Th-Then. Ian... nim, hic. Promise. Make a promise."
Tongue bitten from excessive kissing, she gasped, clutching his collar.
"...What?"
"Y-You... have to take responsibility."
"Responsibility?"
Ian tilted his head questioningly, and
Yuria rushed on.
"V-Vampires... have a custom... of proposing to the one they truly love... after sharing the first bloodsuck."
She buried her face in the pillow, unable to meet my eyes after "truly love."
Curious about his expression, she peeked out.
Ian sat on the bed, stroking her hidden cheek, brushing back her obscuring hair.
His voice was warm.
"Yeah. I'll take responsibility."
Only then, assured, did Yuria share one last lip-lock, watching his back as he left through the door.
Click, the door shut. Faint bloody scent lingered on Ian's back. With her nails and teeth leaving kiss marks galore, no stray cat could steal him.
She collapsed on the bed, burying her face in the pillow, then rolled to stare blankly at the ceiling.
Her cheeks and forehead burned.
'...Ian.'
A lovable name.
His adoring gaze and every word seemed to heal her wounds.
Now, the girl had a place to return to.
A human worth protecting with her life.
Her heart thumped wildly.
That night, peaceful sleep seemed a distant dream.