"I find the blood of a magical dark elf very appealing to Master Alger, a vampire...... how about it?
"Eh... uh"
I've faced a sudden expansion, but to be honest, it was a fascinating suggestion.
The reason vampires suck blood is because they want their magic power. For this reason, depending on the quality of magic, the taste of blood varies from individual to individual.
As Ms Richelle put it, her blood, a dark elf race with abundant magic, will surely be delicious. Nature and saliva overflow, they swallow.
Mr. Richelle thought I was stuck in the words meant denial, lowered my brow butt.
"No, is it?
"I mean, no... well, I'm happy to invite you, but, uh..."
"I also know what vampire vampire sucking is like. And that Algiers is getting blood from Fernote."
"... it"
Since leaving the Cyril Grand Vault, Mr. Fernote has been giving me blood every day, just like when I lived in Arlesha.
I just haven't gotten any blood yet because I've been out helping Mr. Richelle since this morning. Speaking of not wanting it makes me lie.
I have a weaker urge and desire for blood sucking among vampires, but I still have to drink regularly, and if I'm offered a neck like this, I get a clear desire.
Sleek neck with dark elf characteristic light black color.
I wonder how good it would feel if I buried my fangs in that soft looking skin and breathed blood. I wonder what it tastes like.
I took a step away, feeling a groan similar to itching dwell in my fangs.
Then Mr. Richelle gets close, and his distance from each other gets closer again.
Over and over again, a hard feeling of trees touched my back.
"Ah..."
"Dear Alger... Can't I?
"No, I mean, no..."
There is only a little bit of repentance in the act of biting directly and sucking blood.
The bloodsucking princess I met in the Republic, if a vampire pokes his fangs directly and does the bloodsucking, they give him what the vampire wants most.
This means that in some cases you may repaint the other person's mind.
Of course, I don't hate Mr. Richelle.
I don't hate it, but I don't know what changes would happen to Mr. Richelle's feelings if I bit him.
"... you're worried about what will happen to me as a result of the bite?
"... Yes"
Mr. Richelle probably knows more about vampires than I do. She's the one who told me about how vampires were born and what they looked like when they were born, so naturally.
I honestly nodded to the other person's question when I felt there was no point in hiding it.
Mr. Richelle smiled at my affirmation. Gently, I try to wrap my hands around this cheek.
The fingers I touch were warm and conveyed a definite body temperature.
"... Richelle,?
"Don't worry. That's how Algiers, worried about someone else, sucked someone's blood... and I'm sure it won't be bad."
"... is that right?"
Does this mean that anxiety like tightening your chest now worries someone?
I don't know. I've never been worried about anyone before. I don't know what that feels like.
Still, if that means this feeling is guiding someone.
... How anxious were you?
Reminds me of a long time ago. I've certainly been looking at me with anxious faces, some faces.
Ryuko, Aoyagi. Those people were definitely worried about me.
"... Dear Alger?
"Ah...... yes, no. Nothing."
I shouldn't. I was remembering something old. Now we're talking about Mr. Richelle.
Mr. Richelle attached my hand to his neck as he held it. Just a little sweaty, moist feel. His body temperature is low, but he's sweating because of the humidity and the exercise caused by the hunt.
"Will you drink my blood, please? That's all I can thank you for."
"... ok"
The purple eyes directed at you are straight, something you can tell there is no stray.
If you can turn that far, there's no way you won't even respond to me. I feel sorry for not returning it, because even I can understand it.
More importantly, it is true that I am interested in what Mr. Richelle's blood tastes like.
If you slowly put your face to her neck muscle, mix it in with the smell of sweat, sweet, smell of blood.
Because of the enhanced sense of smell, I felt that several times during my journey, but the smell I was consciously trying not to care about.
"Thank you..."
"... Dear Alger, that. I'm sweating, so I don't really sniff..."
"I'm fine... because it smells great..."
The more I know myself, the louder my voice sounds.
I sucked on Mr. Richelle's neck so that he could invite me to the honey.
"Ha."
Mr. Richelle jumped and overflowed with words.
Trying to contain it, I set my fangs on her soft skin.
"Ahhh... ahhh..."
"Mmm..."
"Daiji-yup... keep it up..."
The moment I poked at the meat, I heard a groan that looked painful, but Mr. Richelle himself said it was okay, so I decided to continue.
Blood overflows in your mouth the moment you pierce your skin.
The moment I put the thick heat on my tongue, I was paralyzed.
... with.
Is it a difference in the quality of magic, or a difference in race? Mr. Richelle's blood was very hot.
The taste was fluffy and sweet like fruit, and if I swallowed it, my body became so hot from the back of my stomach.
The more your body heat you swallow, the stronger it feels to be filled. I wanted more, made a mean noise and sucked on it.
"Mmm... Mmm, jyuru... Mmm, ku..."
"Ha, ha... ha..."
"Mm... Mr. Richelle's, blood... snack... yum... kapu..."
"Hih... yes... more, please..."
Once you suck on it, the word patience blows out of your head.
Without Mr. Richelle urging me, I crawl my tongue into the wound, seeking more blood.
Lick and take away the extra overflowing blood. The sweet smell of blood alternates with the smell of Mr. Richelle's hair and drinks up Mr. Richelle's magic, blood.
Mr. Richelle's neck trembles and every time the blood fills my mouth. That makes me irresistibly comfortable and want more.
Every time I snort my throat, I feel like I'm soaking in muck and security, and I can't stop. I don't want to stop it.
"Ha-ha-ha... ha-ha... yummy..."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
"Mm-hmm... Mr. Richelle... please, more... jirururu..."
I felt like I could stroke my hair when I tried to sweeten it.
Speaking of which, Mr. Fernote did the same for me. I only remembered that for a moment, but that's really just for a moment. Flushed by the pleasure of bloodsucking, I quickly forgot.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha..."
I don't think I behave myself, but I don't care about the outside anymore.
I want to taste this sweet, hot, melting sensation more, all the time.
I didn't mind sweating on my body, but I drank all the warmth I had from Richelle's neck muscles over and over again.
"Hmmm... ahhh..."
"Ah... Pepper... it hurts. It hurts, go away..."
I shouldn't. I'm so obsessed, I'm late to realize Mr. Richelle's reaction is weakening. He hastily licked the wound and used healing magic.
A soft light wraps Mr. Richelle around for just a moment, passing by. The magical light wiped away the smell of blood that had spilled and the scent of sweat, blocking her wounds instantly.
I'm obsessed with it, but my healing magic also helps me increase my blood, so I should get back on track soon.
"Uh... excuse me, Mr. Richelle. I'm obsessed..."
"... it's okay. If that's how you liked my blood, it would be an honor."
Mr. Richelle smiled at me, even as he looked slightly blue.
He doesn't seem to be able to help, so he supports her in a neat way and lets her hit the tree as well.
Eventually, as her breathing returned loosely, Ms. Richelle glanced softly at her neck with her fingers and smiled.
"Good... to Master Algiers, I'm glad..."
"Yes, the...... thank you. It was delicious."
It seemed kind of awesome and embarrassing to be appreciated that way, as I had drained the blood so gently that I thought I would be embarrassed until earlier. No, of course what I was happy about is true.
I didn't deny it because it was a star, even though I was aware that the fever on my cheeks would rise from sucking blood and being pointed out.
Mr. Richelle looked at me like that and narrowed his eyes happily from the bottom of his heart.
"Um, Mr. Richelle. Is there anything weird besides tardiness?
"... it's okay. Being sucked blood was the first time... while Algiers was sucking blood, it was kind of, like, very reassuring... it was a fluffy feeling"
"... then, that's fine"
The fact that I didn't feel pain or suffering meant that I didn't feel bad.
But the fact that it wasn't, that makes me wonder.
Does the feeling of relief mean that I was unconsciously seeking reassurance from Richelle? Or because you want to be fed.
"Yes, I don't care how many times I get sucked if it feels like right now. Please let us know whenever Algiers wants."
"... Now, could you serve me with a teacup or something?
Even though I thought it was a luxury to have it, I asked Richelle to do so.
I'm glad you're giving it to me, but it could have some negative effect on Mr. Richelle, and more importantly, if I'd been sucking blood every time like this, I'd probably stop someday.
I'm a vampire, and I know I need blood regularly, but I don't want to drain someone's life or smear their mind.
It's like you're still questioning your own mind, but that's all, it's true.
"... I understand. Then only when Master Alger wants to smoke"
Ms. Richelle took her purple eyes in the form of a laugh and acknowledged it.
I always relied on Mr. Fernote, so I honestly thought it would be a pleasure to have more people to give me blood.
On the contrary, that means it will be harder to get away from this land.
Step by step, I also started to wonder if I could stay here forever.