Chapter 116. The Blood-Drinking Count (2)
"My lord. The rumors were true—it's truly magnificent. Even in my long years, I've rarely seen one of such impressive size."
Beatrice murmured her admiration in a hushed tone as her cold fingers slowly traced the length of Lucian's burning erection.
Hearing praise for his manhood, Lucian felt an involuntary swell of pride, his mood improving considerably.
'Now she'll grip it tight and start stroking properly.'
Just as he swelled with anticipation for her next touch—
Plunge!
"Ghk!"
A sharp, stinging pain pierced the nape of Lucian's neck.
In that instant—
A strange heat erupted from his neck, spreading through his veins like wildfire before converging violently in his lower body. The blood that had pooled there began boiling as if about to burst.
Throb-throb!
Lucian's massive cock trembled uncontrollably of its own accord.
And then—
Splurt! Sploosh! Glug-glug!
"Hahhk...!"
His member ejaculated on its own.
No soft feminine skin had touched him. No physical pleasure had built toward climax. Like a forced prostate milking during a urological exam, his semen gushed forth without any sexual stimulation—simply an involuntary expulsion of everything stored in his sac.
A humiliating, uncontrollable orgasm devoid of pleasure.
Shocked, Lucian whipped his head around to look behind him.
There stood Beatrice, her sharp fangs buried deep in his neck as she drank his blood.
Slurp-slurp-slurp!
"Mmmhhhhnn...!"
The wet sounds of blood being drawn directly from his artery echoed vividly in his ears.
The Count panicked, attempting to shove her away—but found he couldn't move a single muscle. His body had gone completely limp.
"Nngh... haah... ah..."
Splurt... splurt...
After the initial waterfall-like eruption, his cock now pulsed weakly, continuing to leak semen in intermittent spurts.
This wasn't post-orgasmic lethargy—it felt as if every vital fluid in his body was being forcibly drained.
Summoning the last dregs of strength from his core, Lucian barely managed to twist one arm backward and grab Beatrice's ample breast in a crushing grip.
Both a show of resistance and a desperate struggle for survival.
"......"
Yet Beatrice showed no reaction even as her soft flesh was brutally squeezed. She simply kept her face buried in Lucian's neck, rhythmically drinking his blood.
As time passed, a strange transformation occurred.
The initial humiliation of his forced orgasm faded, replaced by an eerie pleasure that seeped into Lucian's brain alongside the continued dribbles of white fluid.
This wasn't stimulation through his genitals.
Clearly, the vampire's venom injected through his neck was traveling through his bloodstream to directly paralyze his brain.
His vision flashed white as an extreme euphoria made his body feel weightless.
"Haaa... ngh... aah..."
Instead of cries of protest, sticky moans spilled from Lucian's lips.
Terror flashed through his mind.
'At this rate... she'll drain me completely—blood and semen—until I'm a desiccated corpse.'
Yet contrary to Lucian's desperate fear, Beatrice remained utterly serene.
With her perfectly composed expression, she continued massaging Lucian's twitching cock—still spurting occasional weak jets—while drinking deeply from his neck.
This was a meal disguised as intimacy.
As his consciousness grew hazy, Lucian struggled with confusion.
Was this truly "treatment" to relieve his excess mana? Or was he simply being devoured alive by a hungry vampire?
Even that question began dissolving in the violent pleasure her fangs injected.
Blood siphoned through his arteries. Semen endlessly spilled forth.
Just as Lucian feared this might never end, he desperately grasped the fraying threads of his rationality.
'If this continues... I'll become a dried-out mummy!'
Realizing the danger, Lucian gathered the remnants of his mana, compressing it to its limits before suddenly releasing it in an explosive burst.
BANG!
"Kyaah!"
A red mana shockwave blasted outward, sending Beatrice—who'd been latched onto his neck—flying backward with a short scream as her lips tore away from his nape.
As the paralysis faded and strength returned to his limbs, Lucian gasped and jerked upright.
His crimson eyes burned with feral rage.
"How dare you try to feed on me?!"
It was the roar of a beast who'd nearly fallen prey to a predator. Yet Beatrice—far from being frightened—merely straightened her clothes with a deep frown.
"My, what nonsense are you spouting? You suddenly exploded with mana—you nearly burned my mouth."
Wiping traces of Lucian's blood from her lips with the back of her hand, she shamelessly retorted.
"Assaulting your physician during treatment? I'll be adding this to your bill as a hazard fee."
"This was feeding disguised as treatment! Tell the truth! What's your real purpose for entering this estate?"
Lucian's eyes gleamed murderously as he growled, looking ready to strangle her.
Unfazed, Beatrice merely adjusted her glasses and scoffed.
"Hmph. Insult me like that and you'll regret it."
She raised one pale, slender finger to point at Lucian's lower body.
"See for yourself."
Panting heavily, Lucian followed her gesture to look down between his legs.
"......!!"
His eyes widened in shock.
The monstrous erection that had stood painfully rigid for days on end—throbbing veins straining against skin as it pointed relentlessly skyward—now...
Hung half-limp.
Not yet fully flaccid, but the bursting pressure and agony of perpetual erection had vanished completely.
"No!"
Lucian staggered backward in disbelief.
Unthinkable. The terrible priapism that no maid's pussy nor succubus' skilled extraction could relieve... had subsided after just one feeding.
Dazed, he alternated staring between his semi-deflated member and Beatrice.
Remembering his earlier outburst, his face burned with embarrassment. After a heavy silence, Lucian awkwardly cleared his throat and lowered his aggressive stance.
"Ah... hmm... It truly worked. My apologies. I've been rather... unsettled lately..."
As he spoke, Lucian winced and touched the nape of his neck.
Two small puncture wounds ached where Beatrice's fangs had pierced him.
Opening a drawer, Beatrice placed a small ointment jar on the table.
"Don't worry. This salve will heal the wounds quickly."
Folding her arms, she continued haughtily.
"However... since you interrupted the treatment prematurely, you understand we'll need to repeat the process? Don't apply the salve today—wait until we've completed all sessions."
"Ah. Understood."
Still disoriented and suddenly self-conscious about standing pantsless before this cold vampire maid, Lucian decided retreat was wisest.
He hastily scooped up his discarded trousers and underwear, struggling into them.
"The hazard fee... I'll pay it. As for the rest... hmm, we'll continue another time."
Adjusting his waistband, Lucian practically fled through the office door.
SLAM!
Silence returned as the door closed.
Only after Lucian's footsteps faded completely did Beatrice—who'd stood so rigidly composed—collapse onto the sofa with a heavy sigh.
"Haaah..."
All pretense of calm vanished. Her crimson eyes trembled slightly.
"That was dangerous. I almost... after all these years as a vegetarian vampire, I nearly relapsed from tasting that blood."
Her fingers shook as they touched her lips.
She'd lived ascetically for centuries, drinking only animal blood. But the moment her fangs pierced Lucian's neck, her rationality had nearly drowned in euphoria.
The blood of the Eckhart line.
That red liquid—concentrated with mana and saturated with potent masculine essence—was like the sweetest, most dangerous narcotic to vampirekind. Had Lucian not broken free with his mana burst, she might have truly lost control and drained him dry.
"I'd forgotten... how dangerously intoxicating Eckhart blood can be."
Though her kind neither perspired nor had beating hearts, Beatrice felt an icy sweat trickle down her spine.
'Next session... I must keep my wits about me.'
Sniffing the lingering masculine scent on the sofa where Lucian had sat, she hurriedly turned her attention to paperwork to distract from the peculiar feeling stirring within her.
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