Chapter 115. The Count Who Comes Too Fast (1)
The succubus Bella had been luxuriating for the past two days, draining copious amounts of vital energy from Lucian's perpetually erect cock. As a demon, her stamina and recovery were fundamentally different from human women.
"So all the other bitches are knocked out already? Hehehe, don't worry—Bella here will suck you dry until not a single drop of essence remains in master's pillar tonight."
"Bella, this is no laughing matter. I'm being serious."
Lucian frowned as he looked down at his throbbing, vein-covered erection.
"This thing is making daily life impossible. It bulges through my pants so much I can barely walk properly, and worst of all, staying hard all day is so painful I feel like I'll go mad if I don't cum."
"Aww, master~ Isn't that just too perfect?"
Sprawled on the sofa, Bella nuzzled her face against Lucian's thigh while swishing her tail.
"Then... how about this, master? Fill me up all day today. Don't even glance at the other girls' rooms. If you hold only me, I'll tell you how to break this curse. Deal?"
Lucian looked down at Bella with suspicion. Deals with demons always came at a price. But he was in no position to be picky—he'd cling to any straw offered.
"...Fine. But only for half a day."
With a sigh, Lucian scooped Bella up and carried her to the bedroom connected to his office.
Even for Bella, facing Lucian's stamina would likely knock her out within those twelve hours.
The endless demands from women left him feeling strangely degraded, as if he'd become the Eckhart Castle's exclusive male prostitute.
Of course, they were all lovers he cherished deeply. Even this mischievous demon before him—after countless nights of intimacy, he'd grown genuinely fond of her.
Thus began their half-day marathon.
True to her succubus nature, Bella drank Lucian's cum like water.
Only after countless rounds left her belly swollen and her collapsed on the bed did their session end.
"Haah... haah... Bella, wake up."
"Hnnn... master, more... more..."
Bella peered up at him through half-lidded eyes.
"Tell me now. What's the solution?"
"Hic... Ah, so delicious... I'll be full for a while..."
Licking the white viscous liquid from her lips, Bella grinned.
"Actually... I only know how to make dicks hard, not how to kill them."
"W-what?! You lying bitch!"
Lucian's eyes flashed red. As he lunged to strangle her in rage, Bella flinched and waved her hands frantically.
"Eek! N-no! Hear me out, master!"
She hastily covered herself with the blanket and shouted.
"Not me! A vampire would know! That butler girl has lived much longer than me, and they're far more skilled at absorbing and controlling magical energy than us nightmares! I specialize in semen—they specialize in life force!"
A vampire!
The cool face of Beatrice, his recently hired butler, flashed through Lucian's mind.
Though skeptical of Bella's words, he had no other options.
Lucian dressed hastily and stepped into the dark hallway, stopping before the door next to his office.
Knock knock.
Despite the late hour, candlelight flickered from within the administrative office.
Entering, he found Beatrice buried under paperwork during her night shift.
Her crimson eyes lifted from the documents to meet his.
"Count, what brings you here at this hour?"
Her voice was calm and composed, yet carried an undertone of annoyance at the interruption.
"Well... you see..."
Lucian hesitated.
Normally confident and commanding, he found himself shrinking under Beatrice's emotionless, chilling red gaze.
Her eyes resembled "an abyss stalking prey." He couldn't help but recall Gerard's unsettling remarks about her.
"It's... about..."
As Lucian faltered, Beatrice adjusted her glasses and spoke.
"Yes, I'm well aware of your... condition from the succubus."
"Then... perhaps..."
"Yes. You'll feel better if I 'extract' it."
Her tone was dry and businesslike, like organizing ink-stained pens.
Lucian's eyes widened.
"!! Then... may I ask for your help?"
"Of course. Though I'll require additional pay. This falls outside my duties."
"Yes! Naturally! Name your price!"
Internally, Lucian was stunned.
Human women would have blushed or refused, yet here she was readily offering her body while demanding compensation. Were vampires always this open? Or was it futile to judge them by human morality?
"Come sit here."
Beatrice pushed aside her paperwork and sat on the black leather sofa in the corner.
Now composed, Lucian approached and sat beside her.
Her demure posture was both eerie and breathtakingly alluring.
Her skin, untouched by sunlight, was deathly pale. The pristine black suit jacket and silk tie covering it were buttoned to the top, yet the taut fabric strained against her full breasts with each breath, outlining their voluptuous curves.
Approaching Beatrice assaulted the senses first.
A scent of jasmine mixed with something metallic and rotten—the aroma of death intertwined with primal vitality.
Lucian gulped.
Though he wanted to push her down and strip her immediately, her pale skin and vertically slit pupils cowed him. He felt less like a hunter and more like a butterfly caught in a spider's web.
Then Beatrice spoke first.
"Relax and sit close in front of me."
"Huh? Uh..."
Lucian was confused. Normally partners faced each other or the woman turned away—why was he sitting in front with Beatrice behind him?
Despite his puzzlement, he straddled the sofa and pressed close as instructed.
As he leaned back—
Squelch.
"....!!"
Beatrice pressed flush against his broad back.
Through her jacket, her full, cold breasts firmly pressed into him.
Even clothed, the sensation of those soft mounds molding against his back muscles sent shivers down his spine.
"Haaah..."
Lucian's already throbbing erection twitched madly in his pants at the cool, smooth contact against his back.
A male ensnared in a predator's embrace.
Beatrice's peculiar "treatment" was about to begin.
Her slender, icy fingers began undoing his shirt buttons one by one.
Rustle.
As the shirt slid off his shoulders, Lucian's rugged back and shoulder muscles—honed through countless battles—were exposed. Beatrice traced her fingertips lightly over the sculpted terrain.
"You've treated your body quite harshly. With so many scars..."
Her voice remained flat, yet held a strange note of regret.
Lucian felt slightly offended. These were battle-hardened muscles earned through blood and near-death experiences—did centuries-old vampires only see them as marred meat?
"Count, you should take better care of yourself. Unblemished, smooth flesh tastes best."
A disturbingly apt observation.
After consideration, Lucian privately agreed. Even he felt most aroused by flawless female bodies—Rachel, Sophia, or his retainers' smooth skin. From a predator's perspective, she was right.
Rustle.
Beatrice removed her pristine black suit jacket and hung it over the chair.
Now in just a thin white blouse, she leaned over Lucian's back again.
Squelch.
The sensation was far clearer and heavier now—her full breasts pressed completely against him.
Her pale, slender hands slid over his shoulders and began gently stroking the hard pectorals of his chest.
As her icy fingers traced his feverish skin, electric tingles spread across Lucian's body.
'Is she going to pleasure me from behind? Give me a handjob?'
Anticipation made his cock twitch wildly in his pants, thrusting at the air.
"Remove your pants and underwear too."
At Beatrice's instruction, Lucian swiftly shed his lower garments.
Now fully nude, he sat back against the sofa, pressing tightly into her chest.
Beatrice's gaze fell between his legs, where an angry, veined monstrosity stood at attention.
