The Incubus System Chapter 715. The Vampire Queen's Thirst I (Patreon)

The Incubus System Chapter 715. The Vampire Queen's Thirst I

My dark aura dissipated, and I found myself standing in my own room. Right after I materialized, the familiar click of the door echoed behind me, signaling my arrival, and it was swiftly followed by Nefaris's melodious voice.

"Oh~ My tasty food is already waiting for me," she exclaimed, her tone dripping with teasing allure. A mischievous smile danced upon her lips as she closed the distance between us, her footsteps echoing against the polished floor.

I turned to face her, a playful protest escaping my lips. "You make me sound like a mere pack of blood," I playfully complained, my voice laced with mock offense.

A throaty chuckle resonated from Nefaris as she drew nearer, her eyes dancing with mischief. "But Ethan, you are," she purred, her fingers delicately caressing the side of my cheek before tracing a trail down to my neck. A shiver coursed through my spine at her touch, a delicious blend of pleasure and anticipation. "You are the enticing bloody elixir that I crave with every fiber of my being," she whispered, her words laced with an intoxicating desire that sent waves of heat surging through me. Her breath, warm and tantalizing, grazed against my skin, intensifying the palpable tension between us.

I shook my head from side to side, acknowledging her playfulness. "I don't know what to say, Nefaris. But for sure---" I confessed, a mix of emotions swirling within me. I couldn't blame her for this since that was the deal since our first meeting and I hadn't fed her since I went to the human world.

Drawing her closer, I wrapped my arms around her waist, a contented smile playing upon my lips. "I am really grateful for your suggestion," I admitted.

She returned my smile with confidence, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of desire and anticipation. "I knew you would appreciate it," she murmured, her voice filled with a self-assured tone. Without hesitation, she leaned in, pressing her lips against mine in a fervent kiss. The heat of our passion intensified, engulfing us in a whirlwind of desire.

As we parted, our eyes locked, the intensity of our connection sparking in the air between us. I couldn't help but raise a question, seeking clarity amidst the intoxicating allure of the moment. "Didn't you want to talk before we do it?" I inquired, a note of curiosity coloring my words.

Nefaris let out a chuckle, her laughter filled with a hint of longing. "Oh, how I wish we had endless time for that," she confessed, her voice laced with a touch of regret. "But I know you're busy. Watching you chill out and relax is a fancy sight," she replied, her words reflecting a sense of pragmatism.

‘True…’ Even though that sounded like a bitter statement, I couldn't deny that either.

“For the time being, I should be quite happy with---” She sniffed my neck. “This…” She referred to my blood. While her hand rubbed my cock. “And this…” she purred.

A weary sigh escaped my lips, my gaze fixated upon her enchanting face. "I won't complain," I responded, my voice tinged with a hint of resignation.

A sweet smile graced her lips, radiating an aura of understanding and affection. "I appreciate your understanding," she murmured, her eyes gleaming with adoration. "Now," she continued, her voice taking on a seductive undertone, "allow me to sate my thirst."

With a deliberate and graceful movement, she exposed her glistening fangs and pressed them against my flesh. A surge of sensation coursed through my body, a blend of pleasure and pain that electrified my senses. Her grip tightened around me, her hunger palpable as she sought to quench her eternal thirst.

Her fangs sank deeper into my skin. A mingling of sensations washed over me. The slight prickling sensation blended with a warm, tingling pleasure that spread from the point of contact, suffusing my being with a heady mix of desire and surrender. Our bodies moved in sync as if guided by an otherworldly force, taking slow, deliberate steps backward until the back of my knees met the edge of the bed.

With a soft thud, we tumbled onto the plush mattress, our entwined forms melding together. Nefaris maintained her firm hold on me, her fangs remaining firmly embedded in my flesh.

I flinched, my body instinctively reacting to the sudden sensation of her fangs sinking into my flesh. It wasn't the pain that caused my reaction, but the unexpected intensity with which she took my blood. “Take it easy, Nefaris. I'm not going anywhere,” I whispered.

But Nefaris seemed to have lost herself in her primal hunger. She continued to drink with an unbridled passion, her actions resembling that of a beast devouring its prey. Her hunger, a force of nature in itself, consumed her every thought and action at that moment.

As the warmth of her mouth enveloped me, I closed my eyes, surrendering to the raw intimacy of our connection. The pain became secondary, fading into the background as I focused on the overwhelming mix of sensations coursing through my veins. It was a paradoxical experience, a blend of pleasure and pain that only heightened the intensity of our bond.

“You surely thirsty…” I whispered.

A couple of seconds later, she withdrew her fangs from my neck. My body's innate regenerative abilities kicked into action, swiftly closing the wound on my neck. The pain receded, replaced by a soothing warmth as my body repaired itself.

A trickle of blood stained her lips. With a languid movement, Nefaris licked the remnants of my blood, savoring the taste that lingered in her mouth. A satisfied smile graced her lips, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of contentment and desire. Her gaze met mine, and I could see another thirst burning within her depths. This time, it was not the thirst for blood, but a hunger for something deeper. It was my incubus blood that triggered it.

“Now… you need to quench my other thirst~” she purred with a sly smile.

"With pleasure," I replied with the same smile.