The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

"Mm-hmm."

Blood overflowing from the injured area fills the mouth.

This is the second time I've tasted it in person.

I feel skin and flesh, not just flavor, but fangs, lips, and tongue.

It's still up to vampires to think that's comfortable.

Soft meat feel.

Intense blood smell.

Sweet flavour to melt.

Everything about the act of sucking blood feels good.

"Tsk......!

"Huh...!

The consciousness that seemed to get drunk on the blood is drawn back in Mr. Fernote's voice.

I was just trying to pull my fangs out reflexively, and they held my head down.

"... it's okay, go on"

"Hmm, hey...... kapu"

I obeyed the words whispered in such a way that they could be held.

She tells me to keep sucking and keep sucking.

The word reluctance was in my head just a few things.

If you noticed, you would follow her from me and make a noise and seek blood. [M]

... delicious.

The taste of blood is sweet and every time I swallow it, it seems like it will melt down to the back of my throat.

Every bite makes my body hot and I want more.

I try to peel through the wound at the tip of my tongue and lick the blood.

Pippy and wet sounds echo in the room. I don't know if everyone's going to wake up, but such worries soon disappeared so that they could be shed into the taste of blood.

"Ha, ha... more, Mr. Fernote, more..."

"Huh... Fine, Algiers..."

The feeling of being held over and being stroked in the head.

I rang my throat over and over again, realizing that I had been accepted.

"Mm, chu... ju, aha... hey, I like this, I don't like this..."

"Ku, uh... you can drink as much as you like... you don't have to put up with it..."

I feel my fingers go through my hair. Occasionally, whenever a finger touches an ear, something tangy strokes his spine.

A ticklish, but not unpleasant feeling.

Perfectly stuck to her to sweeten, throating.

Blood sucks as it leaks a damp sound so that it creases passionately.

"Ha ha ha ha... pu ha..."

I let go of my mouth feeling my head palsy. [M]

If I drink any more, I feel Mr. Fernote is in danger. Even a blurry head could understand that properly and stop it.

"Hmm... Algiers, are you okay?

"Yes... sorry, Mr. Fernote..."

I'm the one who should be concerned, but I'm rather worried about them.

I feel like I'm feverish from the back of my stomach, my body trembles, and I'm sweetly paralyzed.

Mr. Fernote hugged me like that and stroked my head.

Sweet about it, salivate the taste of blood that lingers in your mouth and breathe slowly.

"... Mr. Fernote. Did it hurt or not?

"It's okay. Compared to what they used to smoke, it's no big deal."

"... when you were being sucked, what, did you feel it?

The feeling vampires give their opponents when they inhale blood is what vampires want most.

Remembering that, I asked Mr. Fernote a question.

"I didn't feel bad. Don't worry."

"Really... good..."

Mr. Fernote's response meant that I had no bad feelings for her.

Of course I didn't mean to have bad feelings, but I don't even know who I am.

Mr. Fernote accepted and denied his anxiety that he might possibly be hurt.

I'm curious what the feeling I gave her was, but now I was just happier that they did it than that.

The exhilaration caused by the inhalation of blood and the relief that is being held loose the strength of the body.

Still remember what you have to do. Crawl your fingers and spin the words on the wounds I put on you.

"It hurts. It hurts. Put it away."

Even if you're somewhat unconscious, you can't go wrong with this magic. Because it is a magic that has been used and helped many times since it was reincarnated into this world.

Knitted words work out magic and produce magical effects correctly.

The activated force stroked Mr. Fernote's skin and immediately blocked the wound.

Recovery magic. It's not just a simple cure. It also helps with hematopoiesis, so you don't have to worry about anemia.

"Thank you, Algiers"

"I want to thank you... for being me."

"... to the bed, I'll carry you."

I didn't have the strength to walk myself without a reason to say no, so I honestly decided to ask him to do so.

In a fluffy consciousness, the body is also fluffily lifted.

The princess was carried to bed in her arms and gently unloaded. The sheets are soft and take care of my body.

My lit body is wrapped in cold sheets and it feels good. If you put your body to the smell of the sun, it will calm you down.

"Ha hoo...... thank you, Mr. Fernote"

"You're welcome."

"Mmm..."

It feels good to be able to stroke my hair and my eyes narrow naturally.

The sweet scent that touches the sense of smell is not blood, but the smell of Mr. Fernote.

I don't find the proximity of the distance offensive. It's a pattern I'm used to, and this guy is sweet.

The kind of reaction that sounds if you hit me, the reliability that protects me, the attitude when you piss me off. It all comes from kindness.

What you see in your narrowed vision are two colored eyes that rock somewhere moist.

"Mr. Fernote......?

"Um, Alger. Hey, can I talk to you for a second?"

"Oh, yes... what...?

I'm still blurry with my head, but I have enough room to answer my questions.

Her cheeks are dyed red and it looks like it's also some heat. Is it because I sucked blood?

"Uh, the... yes, I mean, you're going to listen to me now, or I don't mind if you say no at all..."

"Hmm... Mr. Fernote's, if it's every favor... I won't say no, will I?

"Oh, yes, it's okay!?

"Ahhh... I always take care of you... even if it's a little rough, I'll take care of it..."

I shouldn't, when I calm down, I'm getting sleepy this time.

Focus your consciousness and endure falling asleep. I need to at least stay awake until I'm done listening.

"Hey, anything......!!

"No, it's not anything..."

I didn't say that much.

Even a sleepy head needs to be properly denied there. It's not something that stops when you say "get serious and work" or something.

My purpose is to "feed me with a three-meal nap". I can't give this away, and I'm not willing to.

"For now, if Mr. Fernote asks, it's not all of it, but I ask, even if it's a little tedious"

"... aren't you awake at once?

"It was an important story, now."

I'd be in trouble if they made me make weird promises the moment I got off guard. That's a lot of scams.

This guy wouldn't do that, but if he's still affirming something he's not saying, there's going to be problems somewhere and it's a pain in the ass. I need to declare my thoughts properly.

"Well, fine... you know. Um..."

……

"Here, here. The bed got cold while I was having tea, and this bed is huge, so I think you two can sleep."

"Right."

The bed that has been redeemed is about as affordable as the two of us in terms of size.

It's still Iggysta's concern that mine is huge. [M] If you say by my judgment in the world, everyone else's bed is double and mine is about the size of a queen.

Affirming, Mr. Fernote came a long way here.

The other person's face, which has become close enough to breathe, also looks restless somewhere.

"Mr. Fernote......?

"So, look, you know. Don't you think it's okay if you two sleep together? Doesn't that seem warmer?

"Uh... well, maybe..."

"So, would it!? So today with me..."

"- Hmm?"

"Huh!?

The words I tried to continue were blocked by Kuzha's voice. Apparently, he woke me up in a talking voice.

Mr. Fernote tried to jump up and distance himself from me at once.

Kuzha, the Lord of sudden voices, rose up with her fox ears pimpled and

"Ugh... it's morning already...?

"Oh, uh... it's still night, Kuzha. You can sleep."

"Hmm... yes..."

Answering that with a decent voice, Kuzha lay in bed again. Make a pompous noise and your little body sinks into the sheet by tail.

She immediately went to sleep, apparently, so much so that she began to lose and get a regular sleep.

"... thanks for being such an honest kid."

"Huh...?

"Nothing... Algiers, go to sleep now. I don't want you to wake up tomorrow."

"Hmm... can I talk to you...?

"Yep. My head's cold, fine... never mind"

I don't know, but they seem to have finished the conversation among themselves.

Remove the side tail and Mr. Fernote enters the floor.

It's also true that I'm curious about what you were trying to talk about, but I stopped worrying because it came to me drowsiness in a good way.

For the first time in a long time, the fullness of blood intake fuels the sleeping cravings that have sprung up. It feels similar to getting sleepy when I'm full.

"Good night, Mr. Fernote"

Throw your words, aware that your consciousness sinks into your dreams.

Though I thought it was going to disappear myself, they responded with a proper wave.

Satisfied with that, I close my eyes.

The warmth of the blood that fell in the back of his stomach immediately drowned his consciousness into sleep.