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The pink tongue of Yuria lightly licked the blood flowing down Ian’s neck. Reaching into the torn shirt, she embraced his back, and even then, her lips did not leave his neck.

A passionate scene of bloodsucking without any compromise on either side.

In the gaze that met once, it seemed as if affection was dripping away.

I don’t know exactly how keen a vampire’s senses are compared to humans, but due to the loud thumping of the heart in my ears since earlier, the sweet scent of a woman, and the mingled smell of flesh, my body was more sensitive than usual.

Even a light breath against my ear made my body tingle instantly. Deliberately, she pressed herself closer to me. It felt as though she wanted me to feel every sensation from her body.

Then, the blood entering my mouth. At the slight pain, Yuria, who momentarily shuddered, seemed to be at the point of developing a masochistic tendency that wasn’t there before.

“…Master, please.”

Yuria briefly released her lips and looked down at me.

Her face seemed like it would melt with pleasure right away.

I couldn’t properly hear Yuria’s voice.

Just the pleasure I was feeling now was several times higher than usual. I wanted to savor the sensation as if floating in the sky, beyond words.

It had been some time since my body stopped obeying me. Embracing Yuria’s waist, I explored her soft chest and buttocks without hesitation.

Each time, Yuria had a surprised look, but she didn’t resist or refuse, accepting everything.

Yuria carefully licked the blood on Ian’s exposed neck as if handling something precious, leaving behind red lip marks.

It felt like marking, “This is mine.”

“Ah… ugh,”

In the pleasure of the first bloodsucking, embracing Yuria tightly as if to crush her chest.

I can’t breathe. It’s also starting to narrow into tunnel vision.

For a moment, as she took her lips away and breathed heavily, Ian’s arms that had been embracing Yuria automatically lost strength.

Yuria gazed at me quietly, then, as if immersed in old memories, she lifted my head onto her chest and gently stroked it.

“Slowly, breathe. Do you understand why I demanded that?”

Looking down at the half-closed eyes of the collapsed Ian, Yuria smiled as if to ask if he now understood her feelings, then lightly pressed her lips against his cheek.

“Sigh.”

“…♡”

Yuria’s passionate breath escaped.

I looked at Ian, who was drinking blood while forgetting to breathe properly. His self-restraint and reason seemed to have long since flown away.

Ian, with his arm tucked into the woman’s armpit, held her tightly, as if handling a pillow. Normally, his violent movements were solely driven by his own desires, without considering the other person’s feelings, almost as if using the other person as a tool to extract blood.

However, because Yuria had experienced the same actions from Ian daily, even in such a situation, she understood his feelings and simply calmed him down, slowly stroking his back and encouraging him to breathe. She found it rather pleasant. Understanding his feelings and getting closer made her feel very good.

Really. It felt like she was welcoming him as her husband.

“…Ha, hoo… Hoo…”

The seemingly hours-long bloodsucking was momentarily interrupted by a breath, and Ian’s gaze turned towards the ceiling as his throat moved backward.

He attempted to dirty the white neck once again, but Yuria, using one hand, removed his lips and smirked.

It was a mischievous smile, much like a fox.

Ian just spat out a breath, furrowing his brow.

The sweet scent of blood, so strong that saliva could almost drip, dizzyingly echoed in his mind. The climax that would be felt instantly upon touching his lips was being blocked.

He couldn’t overpower Yuria with force. Not unless she willingly yielded.

“…Ugh, ugh…”

“Didn’t you do the same thing, Master? Looking at other women.”

Yuria, speaking in a sweet voice that seemed to tickle Ian’s ear, said with a seductive tone.

Due to the slightly closer proximity, the sweet woman’s pheromones made his head spin even more.

However, his tongue and lips maintained a distance that would never touch.

Like training a pet.

Like an experienced assistant.

“…Suck, it.”

“I begged you to stop crying like that. But you never let go of my waist.”

“…When, will I?”

“Just like that. It’s not that I… well, don’t dislike it. But thinking about it again, it feels creepy.”

As they faced each other with a sinister and ominous smile, Yuria, who had a little blood on her fingertips, reached out to me again.

“Go ahead, lick it.”

Gradually adjusting the amount, making it more submissive and desirable. Regulating the amount of blood that couldn’t quite reach its climax. Slowly whittling it down so that if something big comes, there would be no defense.

Slowly, as the tingling thrill sends shivers down his spine, Ian’s body trembles with a diminishing pleasure, while he firmly holds himself with his own arms.

Gently, ticklingly, more and more, to desire more,

So that no one but himself can touch his pussy.

His heat freezes Glassia’s white finger, tightly wrapping around it, licking the blood so cleanly that a transparent line is formed.

“Please…”

He tightens his grip on Ian’s body, which tries to break free from its restraints, even stronger.

Absolutely.

“No.”

The effect was tremendous.

Unreserved gestures and voice never seen before.

There was no room for any other response; they could only wait, wagging their tail for the next step.

It must be an incredible pain he has never felt before.

Unlike human sexual desire.

Such thrilling yet dangerous sensations.

Continuing like that, 10 minutes, 20 minutes, 30 minutes,

After forcibly restraining him until his throat and eyes are filled with bloodshot veins. Like convulsions, gradually increasing the amount, instilling the perception that he can find satisfaction if there is just a little more blood.

And then, fixing it so that he can never reach that point.

To someone suffering from extreme thirst and dehydration.

It’s like showing an oasis in front of me and then pushing it away.

Continuously, continuously. Until I collapse.

How much time has passed like that?

Since over an hour had passed, I didn’t count properly.

Wrapping the slender body of a woman with arms and legs, burying my face in her ample bosom, and trembling only slightly with pleasure each time it came, relying solely on her slender waist.

“Look at me.”

Instead of lifting my head, I wearily bow it deeply again.

“…Ha, hoo.”

“Look at me.”

“…”

“Quickly.”

Before he could speak, the arm holding me was released. He forcibly lifted my chin to check my face.

“…Ah… Ah, ahh…”

Then, as if I were the one who suffered.

“Huhuhu…”

Completely broken.

The sharpness from before was nowhere to be found in his relaxed eyes, lips smeared with chewed marks, tears flowing several times, a face that abandoned all pride and relied solely on pleasure.

Whether I would see such a face again or not.

That expression.

Upon seeing that figure, I took the next action.

What kind of reaction will he show?

Yuria deliberately released the restraints on his body.

She pressed her bleeding neck against Ian’s panting face.

The man and woman lay down as if collapsing.

“…! Ah, huff…!”

Ian rushes over.

Yuria embraced his body as if rejoicing in it.

In her eyes, evidence of Yuria’s new sexual desire, tinged with ecstasy and malice, shone brightly.

Ian’s breath becomes erratic. Whether to breathe, or to taste the blood in front of him right away. He couldn’t decide properly.

Ian is so engrossed in Yuria’s blood that he’s willing to give up the most essential breath for sustaining life.

Despite the fact that her blood is being sucked, Yuria felt a shivering pleasure below her waist.

This, indeed.

Monopoly.

Mine alone.

And the feeling that I alone can destroy.

All of this, also conquered him.

Forever, another future where I can make him like this even if he dies.

Yuria, seeing his appearance, pressed her head more towards him and smiled.

“…Huff.”

Ian, hungry like a beast finding its prey, coveted her body.

Blood, gulped down repeatedly. It continued to swallow her evidence endlessly through her throat.

Even simple words, even giving up breathing. What came into the mouth that couldn’t be separated for a moment was only her hot liquid. Just that alone intoxicated his mind to the point of burning white with pleasure.

Showing no sign of stopping.

Forcing his arm to detach for a moment and embracing her neck.

“…Ugh,”

The woman’s voice let out a slight moan.

If it hurt, she didn’t know, but if Yuria made a sound, it was just to slightly provoke him for excitement.

Nevertheless, in forcing something, it provided an unstoppable pleasure.

You have that, saying a word next to him would drive him crazy.

Of course, this is not the kind of language used here. But at this moment, Ian couldn’t explain anything else.

“Master… so, forcefully…”

His eyes blinked open. The ‘barrier’ that had been filled with something collapsed.

Ah, ah… Ah, it makes one numb inside.

The lingering pleasure without any thoughts. Another pleasure rushing in before handling it all.

Wanting to cover his face slightly, when he tried to hide his face in her embrace, he forcibly brought it out a little.

“If you hide your face, I won’t let you drink again?”

An explosive statement.

Yuria, who casually spat out such words, was frightening.

At the same time, facing her ruby ​​red eyes, it seemed to melt reason with heat rising.

Once you look at that face, your heart trembles.

Exchanging saliva mixed with each other’s blood once.

Without exchanging words, solely in a state of instinct. Such pleasure that seemed to be deeply engraved in the mind repeated.

Yuria also allowed him into her embrace with a face that felt tinged with ecstasy.

Their flesh mingled.

How much time passed since then.

With rough breaths mixed, it was evident from the vibrating body drenched in the sweet scent of the woman’s sweat.

The crimson eyes that embraced each other and gazed were entirely fixated on Ian.

There was no trace of the cold aura or vitality that had always been felt in the pupils. Instead, there was intense affection, possessiveness, and emotions like love.

It was the second time experiencing the sensation of embracing each other in their natural state, just like newlyweds spending their first night without a single thread covering their bodies.

Even though they had become somewhat accustomed to the heated breaths exchanged during moments of exploration and respite, his head still spun.

To soothe such feelings even a little, by grasping the woman’s buttocks or chest, the desire for blood did not diminish.

Chirping morning birds.

She half-closed her eyes, gazing solely at herself, and enveloped Ian’s body with one hand.

The vivid warmth of each other’s body temperature burned intensely.

A slight flush adorned her once cold face.

“Master, it seems quite serious this time. My stomach is burning… You’ve done too much. Hehe.”

Gently touching her swollen belly, Yuria, with a smile in her eyes, was beautiful.

Even after becoming a mother.

Well, regardless, it was good.

Due to the overwhelmed mind and narrowed focus, the eyelids closed. It was as if she would refuse any movement from her body or limbs.

Now, she just wanted to fall asleep while embracing the woman in front of her.

The previous dominant demeanor was nowhere to be found. Instead, it was handled like something new, and she gasped from pleasure as she nestled in the woman’s embrace.

Truly, compared to what had happened before, it was dangerously intense. She even began to wonder what she would do when she returned to being human. Nestled against the woman with a breath out of rhythm for a moment.

Yuria’s smile deepened.

“Sleep well, my husband,”

A gentle hand wrapped around her waist.

Comfortably adjusting herself against the soft female form, she closed her eyes.

And so, until the next day, I could not open my eyes.