The Night the Land of Death Bids Farewell (2)
The boy straddled me, his blood-warmed skin pressed flush against mine as he pulled me into a fierce embrace and lifted his hips. Even after living for more than a century, his cock still knew how to harden, and he needed to drive it deep inside me.
Before that, he hesitated for a moment, body freezing, then opened his mouth.
The sudden words from Karik left me bewildered, even though my mind was barely functioning under the haze of enchantment.
“Hweee…?”
The tip of Karik’s hardened cock gently rubbed against my already slick folds—my open petals, thoroughly prepared to welcome a man.
While teasing me like that, the boy explained in a voice as sweet as the blood-sucking creature he was, as fitting for a priest who sowed death. He spoke clearly enough for the words to etch themselves into my nearly shattered mind.
The young priest smiled. Seeing the smile on the face of the one who now owned me made me happy too, and I smiled back.
I didn’t want to hear any more of those dark, tentacle-like words. I wriggled my hips desperately, begging Karik.
“Th-that kind of talk… I don’t liiike it… It’s too complicated, my head’s all fuzzy, I don’t understand… Just… your cock, your cooock… please? Give me your cock…♡”
The young priest gazed down at my face with loving eyes, then thrust the cock that had been teasing between my legs forward.
Quickly, quicklyyy…!!
Like a silver stake driven mercilessly into a vampire hunter’s heart by their prey, the cock of a vampire who had regained his life force rammed into my depths.
Every single fold inside my pussy, every single cell that existed only to caress a man’s shaft, seemed to burst apart in ecstasy.
“H-hek… haaek, haaaee… et……”
The overwhelming impact of his cock made my eyes fly wide open. I couldn’t even form words, let alone proper moans. All I could do was stick my tongue out and barely manage those choking, gasping breaths right on the edge of suffocation.
“Cock… c-cock… ehehehe… it’s finally, it’s heeere♡ It’s inside meee… after, after so many yeeears♡ Cooock… so gooood…♡”
The boy’s soft palm, now warm with stolen life, gently stroked my sweat-dampened hair and caressed my cheek. Every loving touch sent waves of pure bliss through me.
It felt like I would lose my mind.
Even as he mercilessly pounded the slick, wrinkled walls all the way to my cervix, he kept that gentle, kind voice. Every single word tickled my ears. Even the vibration against my eardrums melted into pleasure.
“Th-thank yooou…♡”
Ah…
That’s right… I… restored my hymen…
Between my legs, eheh, blood… was flowing again…
“Y-yes♡ K-Karik… you… are my f-first… after five whooole years… my f-fiiirst tiiime… hic… ugh…♡”
The young priest mischievously rubbed my lips with his fingers, muffling my words and turning them into mush.
“Hehet♡ Heh♡ Yesss!! K-Kaira is… a whooore♡ after all… hik!?”
Karik must have grown irritated seeing my body and mind mixed between saint and whore. He slammed his hips harder, pounding right against my cervix until it hurt.
My lower belly bulged outward with every thrust, but every bit of pain and discomfort transformed into climax. I was simply drowning in pleasure so intense it melted my sanity away.
Every time he added a question mark, every time he listed another man who could have taken me in his imagination, Karik’s strangely large, hard, and scorching cock stirred violently inside me. As if trying to crush my womb, to pulp my organs.
“Heget… et, eugh… ugh, ohh… u-ugh… my g-guts… my innards… are being cruuushed… I-I’m dying…♡”
The way Karik deliberately broke his words, trampling my personality with each accusation, was surely an act—he knew my masochistic walls that grew aroused by abuse and was heating up our bed on purpose. Yet every time he condemned me, I felt exactly how thoroughly I had crumbled.
The daughter of Rasail and Pirel, the fragrant ten-year-old girl I once was, could never have imagined this.
When the memories of Lee Sun-hyeon from Earth returned and I suddenly regained my male identity, falling into confusion, I should have found this disgusting. I should have hated being pinned beneath a man.
But now I craved it.
It didn’t have to be Karik. Whether it was a stranger, a criminal who would rape and kill me, or someone who fell for me and treated me preciously—I wanted to spread my legs shamelessly for anyone, drooling with my mouth open, living only for the act of accepting cock and being violated deep inside.
All the things I had endured had turned me into nothing more than a woman—no, a female—who existed to be fucked. To be abused, ravaged, treated as less than a person, and thoroughly crushed beneath someone.
Even as I fully realized I had fallen to the very bottom of the bottom.
“Ehehe… hah♡ Yes, good… so gooood… Karik, Karik… keep… keep doooing it… my blood… hehet, drink it… drink it, quickly, quickly……”
My voice burned with heat, my pronunciation melted and slurred as I desperately scratched at the firm muscles of the boy’s chest. Unable to endure the sight any longer, Karik’s fangs sank into my neck once more, reopening the hole he had pierced earlier.
“Aah♡ Yes, this… this is it… so good, so gooood… keep… keep drinking faaaster… I’m dying, I’m dying… ehehe… yes, I’ll die… Kaira wants to diiie…♡ Ah♡ Karik, Kariiik……”
The blood being sucked out, the tidal wave of ecstasy that shattered my brain with every heartbeat, the stimulation of the cock lovingly caressing the most precious place of a little girl until my sanity broke—I wished this moment would last forever. Together we burned the night away until it became a pale, ashen dawn.
“Ugh… ngh……”
Morning sunlight streamed through the open wooden window. I gazed at the boy sleeping soundly in my arms, nestled against me as if I were cradling him. He must have fallen asleep while sucking on my flat chest; Karik was still latched onto my nipple.
He had been a grandfather in life, and now he was a corpse who had lived for over a century… but that boyish appearance was so adorable that I gently stroked his cheek. His skin was still warm—perhaps some of the life he had taken from me remained.
I lifted the blanket slightly. Unlike his usual pallor, there was a faint flush of color. I could feel his body heat. It must have been thanks to the life he had taken from me.
And then… something standing proudly in the morning light caught my eye. It was the same thing that had been inside me last night. A bead of dew glistened at the tip, and dried fluids from our night together clung to it in pale streaks.
Is that all my own love juices dried onto it? Or does even a dead body still produce… semen?
Like I was possessed, still not fully free of the hypnosis, I moved to take his cock into my mouth—only to snap back to my senses the moment my tongue touched it.
The sharp, salty taste of the fluids that had clung inside my pussy, mixed with the scent of freshly baked bread that rose mockingly—impossible for any human bodily fluid. It was like some cruel joke.
Barely regaining my reason, I hurriedly pulled my mouth away from the boy’s body that I had been about to devour first thing in the morning. I rose carefully so as not to wake him and closed the wooden shutters. Priests of death disliked sunlight, after all—even the sunlight of this land that was forever shrouded in mist and cloud.
I lit a magical light just bright enough to see by and conjured a little water with magic. I wanted to wash my naked body lightly. After all, I had to continue my journey today—crossing the river and passing through the lands of the Light Denomination.
I didn’t want to be rude and wake Karik during the daylight hours that priests of death found so tiresome. So I took out one of the pens I had brought from Cashel Groa and wrote him a letter, right there beside the sleeping recipient under the dim glow of magical light, without making a sound.
The content was nothing special. I thanked him for guarding my path today and for preparing the farewell feast. I briefly wrote how grateful I was to have met someone like him—from the introduction to Bishop Lumina all the way to sharing our bodies.
I straightened Karik’s sleeping posture, then neatly folded the letter and tucked it beside his pillow where he slept soundly.
I checked once more that I had everything: the clothes I received from Bishop Lumina, the precious book from Master Viran, the sword from Mervin, the clock from Professor Apryon… and the brooch made from Iskil’s necklace. Only then did I leave the room where Karik slept.
It was time to depict the journey of Kaira, now an adventurer.
And of course, while doing so, I would sample the taste of every man I met.
Ehehet♡