Ch.239Lorian (1)

What is the Best Position for Blood Sucking?

This wasn’t a common topic of discussion among the Blood Clan. They typically preferred consuming extracted blood rather than feeding directly.

But for Llewellyn and Lorian, it was an important matter.

After all, Lorian’s primary source of nutrition was Llewellyn. Finding more comfortable, efficient ways to feed was something they needed to discuss.

The result was this. Llewellyn lay on the bed, blinking as he stared at the canopy above.

‘This is really luxurious.’

It was a bed with an actual canopy. Llewellyn gazed at the ceiling decorated with images of the sea, sun, and moon while enduring the pain piercing his neck.

In truth, it wasn’t terribly painful.

Only the initial moment when the fangs penetrated hurt. After that, it wasn’t so much painful as…

‘Sensual.’

It was erotic. Starting with the position itself.

Llewellyn would lie on his back facing the ceiling, and Lorian would mount him.

She would wrap her legs around his waist, press her mouth to his neck, and suck to draw out his blood.

Blood flowed out through the wound made by her fangs. The sensation was something he couldn’t get used to, no matter how many times he experienced it.

It left him feeling drained. Considering that Llewellyn was a homunculus, an ordinary human would probably feel completely debilitated.

It was even more so when she didn’t just take a moderate amount but drained him completely. Llewellyn wouldn’t die even if all the blood in his body was sucked out.

So Llewellyn remained silent, partly out of a sense of guilt.

After all, even if all his blood was drained, his regenerative abilities would quickly restore him to normal.

There should be no problem. That’s certainly how it should be, but…

Llewellyn couldn’t shake the impression that something was wrong.

Not knowing why was the most troubling part.

What exactly had gone wrong, and how? Nothing came to mind despite his contemplation. His intuition only gave him the impression that “something is wrong.”

It offered no further answers. All that remained was an empty, slightly draining wait accompanied by a bit of pain.

Llewellyn naturally fell silent, heightening his senses, and opened his eyes that had been briefly closed when he felt a subtle warmth.

‘Something feels warm.’

Lorian’s body temperature was low. Perhaps because vampires’ hearts don’t beat, she always gave off a cool impression.

So even when embracing Lorian, he never felt warmth. That was usually the case.

But for some reason, Llewellyn felt something strangely warm and moist around his abdomen.

When he looked down, a scent tickled his nostrils.

It wasn’t like the sweet or refreshing scents of other women.

It was… Lorian’s scent.

Her well-maintained hair emitted a pleasant smell. Addictive, one might say.

As the scent he had been trying to ignore struck his nose, Llewellyn unconsciously looked down at Lorian.

Due to their significant height difference, Lorian inevitably had to wrap her legs around Llewellyn’s waist to hang on, and her head was close to his because she needed to bite his neck.

No, more than just close. Llewellyn was looking down at the top of Lorian’s head.

Lorian’s scent was near, and his hands had nowhere appropriate to go—one at the headboard, one at his side.

There was no suitable place. Placing them on Lorian’s waist or head was out of the question.

The position was already inappropriate enough to invite unwanted thoughts.

Llewellyn took a deep breath and stared at the ceiling. Beyond the draining sensation of blood leaving his body, he felt the fullness of his regenerative abilities replenishing his blood.

The sensation of emptying and refilling. In sync with it, Llewellyn’s heart beat, and divine energy spread throughout his body with each beat.

He wondered if that was the source of the warmth. But upon reflection, that couldn’t be it.

The warmth was clearly coming from just above his lower abdomen, around the solar plexus. It wasn’t the warmth of his heart.

Then what on earth was it? Llewellyn placed his hands behind his head and, supporting his head with interlocked fingers, closed his eyes again.

He scanned his body with heightened senses.

First, his chest. Having removed his upper garment, he could feel Lorian’s body and weight directly.

Being too conscious of it, he could feel something like breasts under her clothes, but aside from that, it was simply the normal weight of a woman.

If anything, she felt a bit light.

Above that, white hair tickling his collarbone area. Hair with good texture, glossy and soft.

The sweet-smelling hair rustled whenever she moved her head to adjust the direction of her fangs embedded in Llewellyn’s neck.

It was ticklish. And it stung. Plus, there was the draining sensation.

‘It’s not here.’

The warmth was originating from somewhere else. Below the solar plexus, near the abdomen.

Before his mind could wander to strange places, Llewellyn maintained his focus and slowly traced his senses downward.

He could feel skin beneath the thin dress. An elastic, cool abdomen with subtle muscle definition that seemed to have a springiness to it.

A slender waist befitting her lithe frame, thin but not emaciated—but Llewellyn didn’t think that was it either, so he lowered his senses further.

He felt her legs. Lorian’s legs were wrapped around Llewellyn’s waist, and her thigh muscles were flexing and relaxing repeatedly.

Was she excited? Llewellyn wondered as he focused on the skin in that area, confirming that the warmth wasn’t originating there.

If anything, it was cool. There was a refreshing coolness spreading whenever her cool skin and muscles moved against his bare skin.

But it wasn’t far off. Llewellyn followed the legs, the thighs, that coolness across the valley and…

He opened his eyes wide in shock.

He realized the source of the warmth, and the moisture.

It wasn’t Lorian’s body temperature. Rather… liquid had come into contact with Llewellyn’s hot body and warmed up, making him feel the warmth.

It was like feeling warm when wearing clothes soaked in warm water.

It might actually be the same. Llewellyn felt that distinctive fabric-like sensation, that small area of contact, and his pupils trembled.

Fortunately, Lorian didn’t know. She was sucking blood while making nasal sounds. Her eyelids trembled above her gently closed eyes.

Lorian’s face was pale and bloodless, often giving an impression of being sickly and somewhat creepy.

But Llewellyn rarely thought her face was cute. He would usually be teased if he said so carelessly, and given the situation, he couldn’t dwell on it long.

But for a moment, he genuinely thought so. Llewellyn gazed at Lorian.

The face visible through disheveled hair disappears as she twists her head. The pain in his neck subsides, and Llewellyn sees Lorian raising her head to look up at him with hazy eyes.

‘Cute.’

It was a cuteness that momentarily stirred some impulse in him. As he barely restrained himself, Lorian blankly lowered her gaze to look somewhere.

Sudden embarrassment flashed across her face. Her lips quivered.

“Ah, I, I’m sorry. That… I didn’t intend to…”

Lorian stammered. She tried to cover her face with her hands, then froze when she noticed Llewellyn’s exposed upper body, then swallowed hard at the sight of his neck bleeding from fang marks.

“As, as you said… my, period… doesn’t seem to be over. I’m sorry…”

No. Llewellyn knew it wasn’t her period.

The moisture he felt from Lorian’s crotch wasn’t the sensation of blood or menstrual fluid.

Rather, it was a sensation he often felt when in bed with women other than Lorian.

The scent that reached his nose when he briefly focused on it.

A strangely fishy yet sweet smell. Llewellyn unconsciously swallowed.

‘Why on earth did this happen?’

It’s not like they hadn’t done blood-sucking before. Though not regularly, he had provided blood to Lorian from time to time.

This wasn’t the first time she had fed directly either. So why?

What was different? Llewellyn compared the past with the present and…

‘…An amount of blood that could kill a human and still have some left.’

He identified one difference, a real difference.

Llewellyn’s brain rapidly processed thoughts.

As blood depletes, regeneration occurs. That much was the same as usual.

But this time’s blood volume was the largest compared to previous times, enough to kill a human and still have some left, so regeneration worked repeatedly.

That’s where Llewellyn’s uniqueness came into play.

Divine energy.

When Llewellyn’s regeneration was insufficient or needed more, it instinctively, reflexively activated, spreading from his heart throughout his body.

And divine energy enhanced Llewellyn’s qualification and charm. He knew this from how the three clans’ goodwill toward him developed faster than before.

And she had been directly, frontally exposed to this divine energy at very close range and high concentration.

Llewellyn didn’t know what effect overlapping charm would have. But now he vaguely seemed to understand.

“Lorian.”

Just calling her name made her expression soften. After a breathy sigh, Lorian noticed something strange herself and blinked, but…

Her reason wasn’t strong enough to overcome such intense charm. Her snow-white fingers traced up Llewellyn’s skin to his neck.

“Lorian…?”

“Ah, mmm. Why, are you…”

She couldn’t even finish her sentence. With half-lidded eyes, breathing heavily, she caressed Llewellyn’s neck.

Lorian, aroused by the overlapping charm, unconsciously moved her hips. The sound of her moist crotch stickily touching and separating echoed, and Llewellyn gradually became conscious of Lorian.

His eyes involuntarily traced over her.

Her slender limbs, snow-white skin.

Crimson lips that matched her snow-white skin, and her cute appearance.

“I’m, sorry. Something… feels strange…”

Her face, slightly tearful with confusion. His heart pounded. Looking at her, desire seemed to creep up on him.

Lorian didn’t understand this act, the change happening to her, or what bodily fluid had flowed from her.

She just vaguely thought it might be her period, not understanding the obvious difference, and was simply apologizing.

Blood rushed. He could feel a bulge in his lower body. It was something Llewellyn found hard to resist.

He wanted to exercise restraint. He believed that none of this was Lorian’s intention, that it might not be what she wanted.

‘Is that really true?’

A question suddenly rose. Llewellyn opened his mouth and acted within the minimum bounds his conscience would allow.

“It’s not strange. It’s natural.”

That was true. Considering that she had a “female” body despite being of the Blood Clan, it wasn’t strange that intensely overlapping charm would cause arousal.

“What should I—”

Lorian ended her sentence with a breathy sigh. Llewellyn swallowed and exercised patience.

Perhaps it would still be okay if he helped her resolve it manually, in a businesslike manner. He thought it would be fine as long as they didn’t go all the way.

So Llewellyn opened his eyes that he had briefly squeezed shut and said:

“Lorian.”

“…Mm, yes?”

“Come here and lift your skirt?”

Lorian tilted her head with a blank expression.