Hatching (4)
Cheonsol wore the traditional dress of the Appsol planet — something akin to a hanbok back on Earth. Which meant it was a royal pain in the ass to take off.
"This isn't working. Take it off yourself."
"Did you not strip this lady with ease during battle?"
"That wasn't stripping — that was tearing."
With impregnation-boosted strength, he'd ripped the clothes to shreds. Personally, rags looked far hotter than full nudity, but he couldn't do that in real life.
Cheonsol only had a few outfits, after all. Tear this one and he'd have to make her a new one.
A woman heading into battle in clothes he'd designed himself? That might actually be pretty nice.
"This lady has rarely undressed herself. The handmaidens always assisted."
"Then I guess I'll be your handmaiden. Just tell me how to take it off."
"The handmaidens always undid the waist knot first. Then the outer robe."
Following Cheonsol's guidance, he untied the knot. The outer robe that had clung tight to her body fluttered loose.
He peeled off the outer robe — and there were more clothes underneath. Keep going.
Rustle. Rustle.
The sound of fabric sliding over bare skin stirred something deep in his groin. Cheonsol twisted at the waist.
"Gwangma. Something hard keeps poking this lady's back."
"That's because you're too damn sexy."
"Does this lady please you so?"
"Obviously."
As he nearly finished removing her upper garments, her shoulder line came into view. Pale white skin with that distinctly vampiric pallor — a line so beautiful he couldn't resist stroking it. He swept his hand down from the nape of her neck.
"Haaah…"
"Quite the reaction. Is your neck a weak spot?"
"Your hands are far too hot… Higher than this lady's own body temperature. It is difficult to adjust."
"I'll help with that."
Since becoming Sophia's minion, she hadn't been able to groom properly, so a light fuzz of fine hair remained. When he stroked it gently, Cheonsol shrank into herself.
"Hnn…"
"You like having your nape stroked?"
"A curious sensation. When the beasts the disciples raised had their fur groomed, they would purr. Now this lady understands."
"Must've been a cute beast."
Probably a cat or a dog.
"Heh. Indeed. A beast the size of a house, with long fangs and crimson eyes — most adorable. This lady never learned the Bat-Riding Technique, so she could not ride it, but the Flying Cavalry rode such beasts through the sky, purging the heretics."
Vampir aesthetic standards were wildly different from humans. House-sized with long fangs? And if it flew, it had wings too?
If Earth had a beast like that, lions would've lost their title as king of beasts. Not even a saber-toothed tiger from a game. He'd rather not see one if he could help it.
A sudden worry struck him.
"How do I look to you, Cheonsol? Cute?"
"The word 'cute' would be an insult. You are truly reliable and dependable."
"That's a relief."
Taking the compliment as permission, he stroked from her neck down to her shoulders, then suddenly slid along her collarbone. From the position of stroking her from behind, it naturally became a back hug.
"Hoo… This is… most satisfying. This lady can feel your broad chest. A truly manly embrace. How fine."
"So can I touch your tits then?"
"From now on, do not ask. Are you not this lady's husband?"
She cut herself off mid-sentence, swallowing her breath, then added bashfully:
"This lady's body belongs to you."
"Hawawa!"
She was too good! Too beautiful! His fingers wriggled like octopus tentacles as he planted them firmly on Cheonsol's breasts. The bandages that had been in the way had already been removed, so he could feel her soft flesh — pliant as pudding left out of the fridge.
"Hhk! W-wait. It is hot. Give this lady time to adjust…"
"Stimulation works best when you take it all at once!"
He squeezed hard, and breast flesh bulged between his fingers. He'd heard that fondling a woman's breasts extended your lifespan. The texture was so magnificent he was ready to believe the theory.
Every time he moved his hands, her nipples brushed between his index and middle fingers — firm yet soft. He pinched them between those two fingers, and Cheonsol's upper body went rigid.
"Hyaaah!"
"Still sensitive nipples, huh. You even laid an egg — no breast milk?"
"Hnn. The glands only activate when this lady drinks blood."
"You want to suck my blood right now?"
"You need only forgo the milk."
Fondling her breasts versus getting a little blood sucked and drinking milk. Obviously the latter.
Still holding Cheonsol, he spun her a full hundred and eighty degrees. With her face buried in his chest, her breathing grew ragged.
"Gwangma's scent of flesh…"
"You like it that much? If this were bare skin you'd be face-planting into it."
"What does 'face-planting' mean?"
"Burying your nose so deep you could die happy."
"Indeed. At this rate, this lady shall face-plant."
Our Cheonsol picked up new slang fast. His clothes were easy to remove, so he stripped down to nothing in one go, underwear included. He flexed to show off — but Cheonsol's gaze wouldn't leave his collarbone.
If their positions were reversed, he'd be staring holes through her pussy. This wouldn't do. Too unfair. He rubbed the mound of her sex through her panties.
"Hnn?!"
"Stop staring at just my collarbone and look at my cock too."
"Apologies. Your nape was far too alluring. This lady could not tear her eyes away."
Fair enough.
"Here. Suck."
Saying it out loud, that word was pretty ambiguous — covered both cock and nape. But since he was going to make her suck both anyway, it didn't matter.
"This lady shall not decline."
Cheonsol sank her teeth into his neck. A brief sting like a blood-donation needle, then a tingling pleasure spread from the bite.
Slurp. Sluuurp.
Was bloodsucking always this pleasant? He felt drowsy and foggy-headed, like he was drunk. Whether there was a mesmerizing effect or not, Cheonsol looked even more beautiful while drinking his blood.
Especially those tightly shut eyelids. He slowly lowered his head and pressed a kiss to her eyelid, and Cheonsol jolted in surprise, stopping mid-suck.
"Hnnngh! W-where did you kiss?!"
"Your eyes were too beautiful. I couldn't hold back."
"Then… this lady shall make allowances."
Whether from the bloodsucking or not, her pupils were redder and more translucent than before. In classic masterwork comics, some clan's red eyes were prettier and more expensive than jewels. Cheonsol's eyes were far more beautiful.
"Close your eyes again."
"What— hnn!"
When he brought his face close, Cheonsol squeezed her eyes shut. Through their touching lips, he could feel her trembling eyelids and the darting movement of her eyeballs.
"Your eyes are hot… Your forehead too. It is truly warm."
Cheonsol murmured dazedly, then removed her lower garments herself. Oh damn. No panties.
Even after being claimed by him, her tightly closed slit still seized his gaze. He wanted to spread it open right then and examine the flesh within, but there was something to do first.
"Milk coming out now?"
"This lady cannot guarantee it. Try."
"If no milk comes out, your punishment is a pussy spanking."
"A 'pussy spanking'… How vulgar."
"So you don't like it?"
"This lady does not… dislike it."
Cheonsol's honesty was the best. He was about to suckle for milk when her hollowed collarbone tempted him, so he licked it once.
"Hnn. Do you mean to suck this lady's blood as well?"
"Just licked it because it was pretty."
"You keep calling this lady beautiful. It is embarrassing — restrain yourself."
"Don't wanna. Cheonsol is pretty. Pretty eyes, pretty nose, pretty mouth, pretty collarbone, and these pretty breasts too!"
Adding "too" at the end made it sound like a martial art. The traditional sport to succeed Taekwondo and Jeet Kune Do. Breast-do!
Breast-do's first technique: suckling milk. He bit down on Cheonsol's breast and sucked hard.
"Hyaaaaaah!!!"
Oh. Actual milk came out. Human breast milk was supposedly similar to cow's milk, but vampir milk was sweet like tomato juice.
Slurp slurp slurp.
Delicious. So delicious. No wonder babies desperately suck their moms' tits. With taste this good, of course they'd go all out.
"Hnn. Hnnn. A little gentler — suck gently. This lady's breasts tingle so much it is hard to maintain reason."
"You'd just say my breath is hot again if I talk."
"Heh. True. It tickles, and it is warm."
"Then I'll suck again. Gotta drink enough for Lan-lan-i and Al-al-i too."
"Wait. The milk for the baby is— hyaaaaang!"
When he lightly bit the other nipple, milk shot out like a water gun. Tomato juice straight down his throat. Too good!
"Hnnngh. Hnn. Hyaaaah!"
As he diligently suckled one side and massaged the other, damp milk wet his hand. Too delicious to keep to himself, so he put it in Cheonsol's mouth.
Slurp.
"How does your own milk taste? Good?"
"Do not mimic this lady's speech. It is embarrassing."
"If it's embarrassing, this lady must do it more."
"You are far too mischievous."
She said that because she didn't know how mischievous he could get. Her cool tongue lapping wildly at his fingers felt good, but the foreplay had gone on too long.
His cock had been rock-hard to the point of pain for a while now. What was he supposed to do about that? It'd be a waste to strip and not put it in the hole.
"Be a good girl, Cheonsol. Now suck something other than fingers."
"May this lady drink your blood again?"
"There's a better drink than that."
He waved his cock in front of Cheonsol's nose. Her pupils tracked it as she caught the rich masculine scent.
"Time to drink cum."