Chapter 51. Blood's Caress
Blood's Caress
[Late at night. The Count's chamber]
Nancy clutched her trembling chest as she entered the room upon the Count's summons.
She hoped—no, she expected—that this time, he would finally voice his true feelings for her.
"My Lord, I'm here..."
The moment she opened the door, Lucian yanked her forward and crushed his lips against hers.
"Mmph—?! Mmmph!"
Like a starved beast, he ravaged her mouth. A deep, wet kiss, their tongues tangling, saliva mingling. Only when Nancy pushed against his chest, her breath hitching at the base of her throat, did their lips part.
"Hah—!"
"Haah... Nancy. I want you."
Without waiting for her reply, Lucian grabbed the hem of her maid's skirt, already hiking it up.
"W-Wait! My Lord!"
Nancy desperately clutched the fabric, resisting.
"I'm—I'm on my cycle right now. My bleeding days. Please, just hold off for today."
"No. It's been too long since I've had you. You know my condition—my mana is boiling over. I feel like I'll die."
Lucian's eyes were bloodshot, his expression twisted in genuine agony.
"But... there are other maids. Why does it have to be me right now—?"
"I just... missed your scent. It has to be you, Nancy. No one else."
Her heart lurched at his words. This man who tried to send her away yet still craved her body—how was she supposed to reconcile that contradiction?
"Besides... we have Clean Magic. It'll be fine."
Before she could protest further, Lucian shoved her skirt up to her waist.
He tugged her white cotton panties down her thighs, revealing the thick linen cloth (a makeshift pad) soaked crimson between her legs.
A sticky, red thread stretched between the fabric and her skin, the metallic tang of blood thick in the air.
"No...! My Lord, it's filthy—"
"Hmm... You really are bleeding heavily."
Lucian stared at the stained cloth, an odd feeling stirring in him.
"I told you. So please, just wait a few days. Three, maybe—"
"I can't wait that long."
He snapped his fingers.
"[Clean.]"
Fwap.
A refreshing energy washed over Nancy's body, a brief glow enveloping her lower half.
This ancient spell, unearthed by Lucian from an old tome, purified the skin's surface completely. For women, it scoured every crevice—the vaginal walls, urethra, anus, even the rectum—eradicating all traces of impurity.
But it wasn't omnipotent. It couldn't reach the life-giving core of the womb, nor could it stem the primal flow still seeping from within.
"Let's make sure you're clean."
"Ah, don't—!"
He guided her to the sofa, pushing her down before stripping her panties entirely.
Then, gripping her ankles, he spread her legs wide, pinning her thighs in place with his hands.
"Hold your skirt up."
"..."
The clotted, dark-red stains and scent had vanished, replaced only by the faint fragrance of her skin. Her plump labia majora and delicate pink labia minora now lay pristine, untouched.
Lucian parted her folds with his fingers. The inner walls glistened with natural slickness, the entire passage a healthy pink, pulsing softly. The clean ridges and translucent membranes breathed with life, beautiful in their vitality.
Smooth, supple, and responsive—her walls clenched at the slightest touch, ready to welcome him.
Thanks to the clean, acidic environment, she remained fresh no matter the stimulation—the ideal vessel for Lucian's cock.
Then, from deep within, a clear, bright scarlet liquid welled up near her cervix.
Not the murky blood of menstruation. This was something new—fresh, translucent droplets of crimson dew.
The liquid trickled down her walls, dampening her labia minora once more.
The pristine menstrual blood blended seamlessly with her natural moisture, a harmonious display of pure, healthy femininity.
Nancy didn't fully grasp what was happening inside her. She only felt the Count's magic had cleansed her.
Lucian lowered his face between her thighs.
No scent of iron or rot lingered—just Nancy's sweet skin and the faint, metallic whisper of fresh blood.
Lick.
"Ahhk—!"
His tongue swiped over her slick, reddened folds.
Nancy's body jerked. Whether it was her hormones or the heightened sensitivity of her cycle, even the barest touch sent electric jolts through her.
Lick. Lick.
"Nngh... Hnng..."
She muffled her moans with one hand, the other tangling in Lucian's hair. Was she trying to push him away or pull him closer? Even she didn't know.
He worked his tongue in earnest now.
Schlurp. Slap. Schlurp. Schlurp.
His broad tongue flattened over her clitoris.
He rolled the swollen bud, then scraped it lightly with his teeth.
"Ahh—"
He knew exactly how to pleasure her. Sucking the clit between his lips, he flicked it with his tongue while applying just enough pressure to tease.
"Ah, ah—My Lord... there—"
Her slender legs thrashed like a freshly caught fish.
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
After thoroughly tormenting her trembling lower half, Lucian pointed his tongue and speared into her entrance.
Sluurp.
"Haaah—!"
With each stroke, fresh scarlet seeped from her walls.
Instead of wiping it away, he treated it like her arousal—lapping it up, smearing her folds with his saliva.
He devoured her, tasting the fresh blood, kissing her entrance with his tongue.
Her fluids, mingled with blood, were sticky and faintly metallic—yet bittersweet. Like drinking from the source of life itself.
"Haah... Nancy... you're so warm. So sweet."
"Nngh..."
Lucian gripped her thighs, face buried, relentless. Like a man intoxicated, lost in the hallucination of her taste.
His lips, glistening red with blood and slick, sucked and licked without pause.
Schlorp. Schlorp. Sluuurp.
"Ah! Ah! My Lord! It's—too much!"
She wrapped her legs around his head, pulling him deeper.
"Ahhk—ahh—"
He sucked so fiercely her delicate folds swelled slightly.
Wiping his mouth with his sleeve, Lucian rose.
Nancy lay sprawled, legs splayed, one arm thrown over her face as her entire body trembled. He hauled her up.
Her legs gave out—she staggered, barely standing, clinging to his arm.
"Hah... hah..."
Lucian roughly undid the buttons of her maid's blouse. The fabric fell open, revealing a white lace bra beneath.
"Hoh... Your breasts look bigger than usual."
Thanks to her cycle, Nancy's chest was swollen, tender.
He unhooked her bra, and her freed breasts bounced with a soft thump.
Beneath her translucent skin, faint blue veins stood out more prominently.
They were heavier now, almost overflowing his grasp.
He kneaded them gently, then pinched her nipples between thumb and forefinger.
"Nngh—!"
"See? You're more sensitive."
Even this touch—one that usually made her squirm—drew an immediate moan.
Lucian knew exactly how much pressure made her crumble. He twisted her pink buds harshly.
"Ahhhn—!"
Deeming his foreplay sufficient, Lucian dragged her to the bed, bending her over on all fours.
Hiking her skirt up to her waist, her plump ass arched high.
Nancy's voluptuous curves—her chest, her hips—were always a feast for the eyes.
With a groan, Lucian freed his throbbing cock, already dripping pre-cum.
He rubbed the weeping tip against her slick, reddened entrance—
Then plunged in, hilt-deep, in one thrust.
"Hyaaah—!!"
Thanks to the natural lubricant of blood, arousal, and his own saliva, his entry was seamless.
But her walls, swollen from her cycle, clenched around him like a vice.
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
"Ngh! Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Gripping her hips, Lucian set a brutal, rapid pace.
Nancy's upper body rocked helplessly against the bed. Her hair tangled, her breasts crushed against the sheets.
Inside, she was scorching. Whether from the blood's warmth or her own heat, the sticky, suffocating pressure enveloped his cock.
"Haah... Good... Nancy... You're squeezing me to death."
After pounding into her relentlessly, Lucian shifted positions.
He hooked one of her thighs over his arm.
A modified doggystyle.
With her leg raised, her entrance gaped wider, bringing him even closer to her cervix.
Schlap! Schlap! Schlap!
The sound in the room changed.
Less the slap of skin, more the lewd, wet squelch of fluids mixing—blood, semen, and her own slick.
"Ah! Ah! My Lord! Too—!"
Even amidst those obscene noises, Nancy's pussy refused to let go, clamping down on him like a vice.
"Ah, Nancy... So good. I'll go mad."
Tonight, the Count was rougher, more feral. Had the scent of blood awakened his savagery?
Nancy, too, surrendered to the rhythm. Shame faded—only the fullness in her belly and the pleasure spearing her womb remained.
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