Zarina spent several moments enjoying his delicious sweet blood, her body screaming every time her throat swallowed; her mother was a pure vampire, while her father was an elven noble, which was why she was so fair and pretty, despite living a rough, mercenary life for many years.
Her mothers were all part of a single bloodline, and the males were normally turned into lesser vampires, as many of the women couldn't trust males and creating a vampire through biting was inferior and thus could never go against them.
She slid her tongue along her neck, closing her lips with a light smack, enjoying the taste of his blood, skin and fruity scent, slightly snorting her nose to enjoy it even more. As her feeding ended, she pulled away slowly.
A string of blood and her saliva connected her lips to his clean neck, only coated in a slightly wet layer of her saliva.
Vincent felt a strange burning sensation, but nothing negative; his senses were running on overdrive, able to hear sounds and movements from deep in the forest, his eyes able to see the beautiful crimson eyes which seemed to glow in the night.
'Was she always this beautiful?' Vincent thought to himself, from the start, he felt this girl was pretty, a similar feeling to Ophelis and Ophelia but strange, like something mixed in that added to her charm, making her different from those twins.
Vincent's voice was gentle, with a slightly playful tone to not make Zarina feel rejected. He was a little embarrassed, so he could only say the first thing that came to mind; "So, did you enjoy my taste? It makes those twins go crazy."
"It was the most delicious meal I've ever eaten...." She answered as if entranced; normally, it was the other way for vampires and their victims.
"Eh!?" Zarina suddenly snapped out of the slight trance before blinking her jewel-like eyes.
Zarina felt a little dizzy, almost drunk from his blood, as she could feel his calm heartbeat, stunned at her actions.
'What happened!?'
She remembered being caught in the carriage, then fighting against those disgusting things, with the horrible scent that made her want to vomit; after the battle, she suddenly smelt the most delicious pastry in her life; it caused her mind to become dull and thus drank Vincent's blood.
Zarina felt embarrassed; her face flushed red as her big eyes flickered watching Vincent, her body with a slight tremble before she suddenly turned away and dashed towards the carriage; she was so stunned her sword was left behind as the warmth of her body and the floral scent began to fade from Vincent's nose.
'I wonder what happened?' He thought, before suddenly a polite voice spoke, Ophelis as the younger sister was currently in the carriage playing with Vera and Zera.
'Master, that girl just hit puberty.'
Vincent began walking forward, checking the area one last time as he relaxed his guard, tapping the shuddering Momo on the shoulder as she clung onto him with a tight hug; he almost thought she would bite his neck.
"Hmmm.....Mmmmm! it smells nice..." Momo began to breathe deeply, her little nose tickling Vincent's neck and exposed collarbone.
However, instead, she only sniffed his scent, her little tail swaying slowly at first, before it became faster as she relaxed, her soft hands grasped onto his back and robe as if exploring him.
'Isn't she older than me? Why is she so late to puberty?' Vincent thought maybe wondering if vampires were different; he then remembered that those girls spoke about only drinking directly from the opposite sex would be disgusting if you didn't have feelings for them.
'Master, I am sorry for not being clear; I meant puberty for vampires; although pure-blooded vampires start at 10-13, it is nothing particularly sexual, but the moment a vampire can meet their partner.'
'Then, because she's only half-blooded., Was it delayed?'
He subconsciously treated Momo like he did his women, gently massaging her back, feeling her soft fleshy body reaching down, stroking along her fluffy tail as she yelped in surprise.
'It's more like they are a little different, although most pure-blooded vampires will only have one partner should that one die. They can have another, so it's not a big deal for most, but for dhampir, they can never have another partner....'
'Usually, she would have a vampire guide to stop this from happening, but it's clear how much she wanted to select you from the scent and state she was in.'
"V-vincent... your hand.... my... a-ass... Mmmmn!" Momo whined, only to be ignored as her pants were pulled open with his skilled hands, now directly enjoying the warm sensation of her ass, squeezing the marshmallow-like cheeks before spreading them, reaching further down.
Momo could only lean into his embrace, her body filled with a blazing fire of lust; she began to rub her nose and lips against his neck, too nervous about kissing him, pressing her stomach against his lower body, enjoying the hard stick that began to press against her tummy.
'So, Zarina now needs to feed on my blood. Will it hinder her life if she doesn't feed on me? I saw she ate normal food quite often; could you tell me more?'
Vincent sat down on the driver's seat, his mind began to realise this wasn't his lover, but Momo, who was writhing from his erotic caress, yet he didn't stop as the carriage began to move towards their destination slowly, his fingers reached a warm crevice, soaked in sticky fluids as a sudden hot, sticky sensation began to fill his neck, this time on the left side.
'Yes, master, she needs to take in your blood at least once a month, or she might lose control and go berserk; this doesn't mean she will kill other's for blood, but honestly, she might attempt to violate you to get blood and satisfy her hunger.'
'As for food, because she is a dhampir, normal food can sustain her daily needs, and the thirst for blood is more a release of her pent-up feelings, frustration, desire, love, lust and sorrow. Unlike what other races believe, drinking blood is like masturbation or a declaration of love for vampires.'
"Haaa.....don't.... I'll make noise..... wait..!" Momo said in a soft voice, her little lips trembling as his finger pushed open a slight opening, his finger wrapped in a soft, warm sensation, sticky and wet. His finger slid a little deeper as the warm sensation wrapped around him, and more fluids began to dribble down his finger.
'Hmmmm, then it should be fine. I will have to feed her with you two in the future, although her bite felt more erotic than yours.' Vincent thought, his spare hand stroking over her chest, the slightly open blouse enough for his large hand to push inside, gently stroking along her marshmallows before he teased her cute, erect cherries.
"Momo, you are so cute when you moan." Vincent's deep voice sounded in Momo's fluffy ears as her tail began to smash onto the seat, her body shuddering as his finger began to twist slowly inside the sticky opening, pulling towards him with a slimy squelch before pushing deeper, causing a lustful gasp of hot air to leave Momo's lips.
'Master, because she bit you, it will leave all your senses and desires in overdrive; that's why you are molesting the cute werewolf girl.'
Ophelis was also cute until he began to sleep with her sister. They shared senses during sex, so she became a complete bitch; he began to wonder if this girl deserved more attention while dealing with Zarina.
'Thanks, Ophelis, since you've been so helpful, I will reward you later; I look forward to it.'
The sticky cave of Momo began to pulsate and wrap around his finger greedily, slowly pushing a second inside. Vincent could feel the cute wolf's body buckle, her back arching as his two fingers began to twist around inside her, the thick nectar squelching in the driver's seat, an obscene yet pleasing sound.
"Aaah... V-vincent... Nnnn~ S-stop... I'll...Hmmm!? It's coming out!!" Momo's cute voice was desperate, yet her hips continued moving so his fingers could explore her flooded cave more easily.
'Master, I help you because I want to.... not for some reward!' Ophelis protested, despite the delight hidden in her voice.
'Don't play the fool; I know what you want, be more honest.'
Ophelis herself was hidden inside the carriage, able to speak remotely to her master, as she copied the actions he performed on Momo with her fingers, as she pretended it was Vincent, her master, as she spread her legs, no longer able to concentrate on their conversation as she felt a moment of bliss at the same time as Momo.
Almost an hour passed, and Vincent didn't stop making the cute wolf moan; now too tired, she was sleeping on his lap, curled up and using her fluffy tail like a blanket for them both.
"Such a cute girl, but why am I more like the big bad wolf, and you are a cute little piggy?"
Vincent's eyes looked at the small village, now encased in mostly darkness apart from a small guard of two old men with coarse torches and cheap weapons around their waist.
'So this is Bluetear Village? A small but nice place.'
A huge field of blue flowers shaped like tears was in the distance surrounding the town, thanks to his night vision he could see them as clear as daytime.
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