The Crimson Priest's Visit (2)
To the pale-faced boy clad in priestly robes the color of midnight, I spread my arms wide. I didn’t know why, but it felt like the only natural thing to do.
“Kaira… is ready…… Priest, please taste Kaira’s flavor……”
“Understood. Then.”
Karik’s fingertips, cold as a corpse, brushed my neck.
“Do not be nervous. Blood-drinking is not merely a private act of extending a priest’s lifespan by receiving human blood. It also serves as a ritual to confirm the color of the soul.”
“Not nervous… at all…… Kaira is a good girl, so……”
I answered in a daze. It was a lie. Kaira was a bad child. But… I had to be good in front of the priest. It felt as if something were commanding me to do exactly that.
“Ugh……”
The priest who served the God of Death parted his lips slightly and pressed his sharp fangs against my neck. The chill, utterly unlike anything human, made every hair on my body rise with a sharp tingle.
“I will begin.”
The sensation of something piercing the skin of my neck—but,
“Hweh…? Ah, it doesn’t… hurt……?”
There was no pain. Only a strange, obscene sweetness. No hurt at all, yet I felt a thin stream of blood being drawn out through the grooves in his fangs.
“B-but……”
It could not be described as merely strange. A tickling, electric something tormented my neck, my spine, my entire body. As my blood slowly drained, my consciousness grew hazy, and through that haze another presence seeped in.
What seeped in was,
a sweet, irresistible pleasure that made it impossible to control either body or mind……
“Wh-what… is this feeling… strange…… Hic?!!”
Even though I knew I had to obey Karik, even though I tried to keep still because I wanted him to remain calm, my body reacted on its own. Pleasure raced along every nerve, scorching me from fingertips to toes.
My legs, which had been beneath the blanket, stretched rigid. My toes curled tight, and I—
“Ah… ah… hah… ugh… hngh… eh… wh-why… does it feel so good… ah♡”
A sudden climax I had not been prepared for at all sent my mind spiraling into the distance. Through my hazy hearing, Karik’s voice reached me like something from a dream.
“It is an effect that soothes the believer offering blood so they feel no pain, gently loosening their mood. The strength of the effect differs from person to person……”
“Huu… ugh…… H… eh…? Ukk…… again, it’s coming again?!”
Before I could even catch my breath, a second wave arrived, blooming so fully it seemed to scatter every petal, setting my brain on fire once more.
“Hek?! Ah, a…… u, ugh… huk, uhut…… Hu♡”
The two waves of pleasure crashed into each other, shattering my reason. The broken fragments sprayed like mist throughout my skull. My vision vanished for several seconds, and
“Huu… huuuh…… U, ugh……”
When my senses returned, I realized the clean bandage I had bought only yesterday—now covering my lower body instead of underwear—was warm and soaked. The string of my reason had snapped, and the mess was a mixture of urine and love juices.
I caught my breath and squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for a third climax, when
the cold touch at my neck disappeared.
“…!!”
Karik had withdrawn his fangs after drinking exactly the single mouthful we had agreed upon.
Robbed of the peak I had been awaiting, I stared at him with pleading eyes.
“U… eh…? Why… why did you stop……”
“I promised only one mouthful. Still, I never imagined Lady Kaira would……”
Karik drew a firm line, his expression grave. But none of that atmosphere reached me. All I could see was the climax that had been stolen from me. I flailed and begged like a child.
“Nooo…… I hate it when you stop like this…… Suck more… make me feel good again……”
The boy priest stroked my head gently with his cold hand, soothing me.
“It cannot be. We made a promise. You should rest as well, Lady Kaira. You may not feel it yet, but having lost blood, fatigue will soon overtake you.”
In front of the boy priest who refused me so, I flung the blanket aside. The rough, damp cloth fell to the floor with a wet slap. Then I yanked the hem of my camisole up to my chest, unwrapped the bandage drenched in yellowish fluid, and threw it away.
Karik’s beautiful purple pupils widened dramatically.
“That’s right. Hehehe… Then, then! If you can’t drink any more blood… give me that! Ehehe, your cock, your cock… please give it to me…… Okay? Cock……”
My eyes did not miss the boyish bewilderment that flickered across the face of a being who had lived more than a century.
“Goodness… I did not originally intend to bewitch you this powerfully. It seems the suggestion took far too deeply. This is troubling, Lady Kaira. To fall into such profound hypnosis from merely that level of suggestion… the wounds upon your mind must be severe indeed. Did I commit an error……?”
“Don’t know… Kaira doesn’t want to think about that…… Give me your cock… ehehe.”
“Is that so……”
The boy priest closed his eyes for a moment as though to refuse, shook his head twice, then opened them again.
“Then it cannot be helped. My last experience must have been nearly a hundred years ago, but I shall grant your request. You are a precious guest who has come to our village, after all.”
And Karik’s eyes shone once more. Blue, then red……
So beautiful I could not look away……
The second suggestion Karik poured over me, the incomprehensible power flowing from those violet eyes, kneaded the inside of my skull. Simply from having my brain, my mind, my heart… my very soul rummaged through at will, I climaxed on the spot.
“Eck… hheek♡ This, so, so good… M-Master… Master……”
Since I had already released everything that could be released, only sticky love juices gushed out in heavy surges. I clutched tightly at the hem of the clothes of my beloved Karik—no, the priest—no…… Master, panting as I seduced him.
“Come now, Master…… Let’s do it with big sister…… Okay? Big sister will make you feel so good…… Ehehe. You’re such a good boy, Master…?”
With those words I lifted the boy’s light body and carried him to the bed. He was as weightless as air, as a shadow. Unnaturally so.
Like a true big sister, I peeled away the priestly robes the boy wore, layer by layer.
Though they were priestly robes, they were loosely fastened like a simple cassock, easy to remove. Beneath the light, cloak-like garment lay only a crude shirt of thick cloth—the sort any village boy might wear.
The ordinary appearance was impossible to reconcile with the idea of a sage who had lived over a century in service to a god. My hands trembled slightly. It felt like I was doing something wrong. But… serving Master, swallowing Master’s cold cock with my lowly, dripping cunt… that was simply common sense……
“Chup……”
I crushed my lips violently against Master’s cold ones as he entrusted his entire body to me. They were cold as a corpse, yet soft as a boy’s; the sensation sent tingles racing through me, making my toes twitch.
Master’s sharp fangs grazed my lips. I extended my tongue and lovingly licked those proud teeth—the gift that symbolized one who served the God of Death. The taste of blood bloomed from my slightly scratched tongue, but I was happy.
“Puhah……”
“Hehe. This seems to be my first kiss since receiving one from ‘Mother’—that is, the priest who ordained me.”
“Master… you kissed with the priest who is your mother……?”
“That too was part of the ordination rite.”
A little jealous, I sulked and clutched Master’s shirt tightly.
“But right now… here… please think only of Kaira……”
“As you wish, Lady Kaira.”
He hugged me tightly once, then slipped off his trousers. I had been anxious because his body was neither alive nor dead and shaped like a boy’s, yet
“Wow……”
I let out a pure sigh of admiration at Master’s healthy member that showed no sign of having belonged to one long dead.
“Thanks to the blood you offered me earlier, I have regained some ability to handle vitality. I concentrated every bit of that life force here so as not to disappoint you.”
“Ehehe. Thank you, Master, Master……”
Murmuring like one in a trance, I spread my legs wide. Since Master was a vampire, he would see clearly even in the dark. Ehehe, my pretty little cunt.
Slender fingers with neat nails spread open the pink, soft, dripping folds already thoroughly prepared and soaked with love juices. Intentionally brushing my clitoris, I controlled my own rising excitement while tempting him with a cock far too large and throbbing for his slender frame.
“Please…… do it……”
My small, frail, childlike body held none of the ripe beauty of an adult woman, but I knew well that this tiny frame whipped a man’s conquest lust and sadism to their utmost limit.
I seduced Master with an innocent mask and an expression that begged for abuse, and
“Ugh…!!”
Master understood my wish and gave me exactly what I craved.
“Th-this… why… is it so ho-hot… hng!?! It’s burning… burning me!!!”
“I drove the temporary life force I was permitted into that place. Does it… hurt, Lady Kaira?”
“Ah, no… ahahaha… it doesn’t hurt…… It feels good, so gooood…… This, ugh?!”
And slowly, Master began to move for the first time in a century, rocking his boyish yet firm hips back and forth.
Having already climaxed countless times, my body fully prepared, my reason melted away by maddening heat, and the deep hypnotic suggestion buried inside me, each single thrust brought another orgasm.
I writhed like a dying insect, spilling broken, obscene cries.
“Hng…!! Ah, ahng… ugh…… ugh, nng…. Ah♡ Th-this… is too, too good… my head is melting…… melting……”
“…I thought Lady Kaira was pure, yet unexpectedly… this is not your first time. There is… no bleeding, either.”
“Nyehet…… Kaira has… worked as a whore too…… Hehe.”
The purple eyes of Master, who had been holding me tightly as requested, trembled faintly, clouded with distress.
Watching his expression, I hesitated before speaking.
“M-Master…… D-did I… disappoint you……?”
“Not at all. I have no right to be disappointed. Still… I knew most mages were curious eccentrics, but I never imagined you would have experienced even that. Though, given how exceptionally beautiful you are, Lady Kaira, I suppose it is only natural you would have done well.”
“Hehehet, it wasn’t… exactly like that… but… it’s embarrassing?! Let’s not talk about that… Master, okay?”
What spilled from my mouth was no longer coherent speech but fragments leaking from a completely shattered mind.
Hearing my coquettish, broken moans, Master hugged me tighter and focused on the act. The boy’s firm hip movements gradually quickened. I could feel his cock—strangely warm, filled with the life he had drunk from me—throbbing inside.
“Hnguuuh…… ugh, huuk… hah… ah, u, uhut!!”
“Now then, Lady Kaira. You seem to have sunk too deeply into hypnosis, so I will release you. To do so… I must deliver a shock strong enough to break you.”
With my tongue hanging out, tears and drool spilling, I repeated Master’s words.
“Chu, chuh… sh-shock……?”
“Yes. The current you has completely surrendered to my bewitching gaze. If I give you pleasure intense enough to shatter you, perhaps you will awaken.”
“Yeheeees…… Yes, good… give me the good feeling…… give it to me…… Hehet… ah♡”
I begged Master, and Master……
bit down hard with his sharp fangs on my left breast—above and below the hardened pink nipple, on that place that bore only faint traces and was slightly soft, showing no womanly curves whatsoever.
“Ah? Ah……? U, ueh……? He? E, huhet……? Heeh……?”
For a moment I could not comprehend what had happened.
It was coming……
It was coming. Like the sea pulling back far from shore just before a tsunami, my mind grew briefly, painfully clear.
With that momentary clarity I understood. This was the prelude to a pleasure so dangerous it would burn my brain and drive me insane. I should resist, refuse, flee—but I could not. My body, my heart, refused to leave.
‘B-but… the good feeling… I don’t want to give it up… ah… it’s here… it’s coming… hnguuuuk?!!’
“Hkiiik?! Th-this… what is it?! I’m c-coming… huht… hyat…… Hok?! It keeps… agut…… coming♡ It won’t stop… my head… is melting… melting…… Am I going crazy, going cr-crazy?!”
Master’s appearance was like a baby nursing, mouth gently fastened to my breast, arms holding me tight. He drank blood instead of milk. The bloodsucking was utterly silent, without even a wet sound, and
“Hngut…… ah, ah…… Ahng… ugh…… It feels good, so gooood♡ But something… keeps drifting farther away…… I, d-die……”
Even in that silence, I could clearly feel something containing the very essence of life being drawn out. I knew my life was flowing away, yet it felt so good.
‘This… is happiness……’
If I were sucked dry like this forever, becoming a shriveled corpse and dying… that would be… the very best… the best feeling……
“Ahh… ah♡”
Yes, that’s right……
I want to die, I want to die… I want to die just like this. Wasn’t that why I came to the land of death in the first place… If I must die anyway, then to die happily like this… in a constant state of pleasure…… And to be sucked so thoroughly from my dead body that nothing could ever sprout again, so completely,
I want to die……
“Lady Kaira. Having tasted your blood a second time, I am now certain. Your soul is… indeed a wandering spirit that crossed over still bearing all memories of its previous life and death, never cleansed by death. ……. …, …. ……”
Master’s voice… but……
Now, whatever Master was saying,
I could not… understand……
Eh……
Dear Kaira,
I have written down various words of encouragement and caution. The map shows the direct domain of the lord who rules the fief including Inis Madun. In Riaska, where church and state are united, all lords are ordained priests—that is, vampires like myself. I will personally ask the lord at night to treat you well.
From your blood I sensed that you are a reincarnated soul. The transcendent being who denied you rest and sent you across with your memories intact cannot possibly harbor good intentions. Please remain vigilant.
Riaska is a place very different from the Empire. It is warm and marshy; disease-carrying creatures abound. Stray from the path and you will find bottomless swamps everywhere, along with monsters never seen in the Empire. Always keep protective magic ready.
— Karik, Priest of Inis Madun
“Ugh… ugh……”
My head felt heavy. My body was wrapped snugly in the blanket as though it were something infinitely precious. The moment I struggled upright, every event of the previous night came rushing back.
It seemed that mysterious, violet bewitching gaze held no power to manipulate or erase memories. Or perhaps it simply had not been used on me.
‘I acted disgracefully before a kind person……’
I scratched my neck lightly. My left breast too. I felt tiny wounds, as though from a needle. They did not hurt—only itched faintly.
Unlike the midnight scene, the wooden shutters were now tightly closed.
I packed my belongings, went down to the tavern beneath the inn, and asked about the head priest of the parish. I wanted to visit the priest’s residence, apologize for last night’s rudeness, and then depart again.
The innkeeper, smiling good-naturedly behind the bar, stopped me. He said that since it was daytime, Priest Karik would be resting deeply. Instead, he handed me the letter and map Karik had left behind.
The letter Karik had written contained various words of encouragement and requests.
First, the map indicated the lord’s direct domain that ruled the fief including Inis Madun. In Riaska, where church and state were one, the lords were all ordained priests—that is, vampires. He would personally help during the night and ask the lord to treat me well.
‘…Thank you. I still carry some prejudice, so I was a little afraid.’
Next came matters concerning me. As one who governed death and the repose of souls, he had discerned from my blood that I was a reincarnator. He warned that the transcendent being who had deprived me of rest and reincarnated me while leaving my memories could not possibly have done so with good intent, and urged me to be cautious.
‘He truly is one granted power by the God of Death……’
Finally, he cautioned that Riaska was a place very different from the Empire. Far to the south and warm, a wetland region, it teemed with disease-carrying creatures. Leaving the road meant encountering bottomless swamps everywhere, and monsters never seen in the Empire. I must always keep protective magic ready so I could cast it instantly.
‘My time-rewinding ability is still almost completely sealed. Traveling without preparing multiple spells would be dangerous…… I should read Master Viran’s book and proceed slowly.’
I added five more small silver coins for the innkeeper who had delivered Priest Karik’s gift. I had tried to give something to the priest as well, but hearing that priests disliked silver and that receiving such things would only burden him, I ultimately gave nothing.
In the end I was caught by that same innkeeper-cook and stuffed with so much food that I could barely walk and a fishy smell rose in my throat. Only then could I begin my new journey.
Following the bumpy, moss-covered, damp highway toward the lord’s mansion, beneath clouds and fog that seemed they would never lift, I set out on a painful yet strangely heart-fluttering journey—the damp chill sinking all the way into my bones.