Clementine wanted to drink his blood.

She licked his neck again, making him tremble once more. He couldn’t understand why, but at the same time, he also couldn’t bring himself to deny her. He felt like it was her claim to drink his blood; her privilege to devour him. Literally!

Every lick made his heart beat faster. The sensation of her warm saliva made his embrace firmer! The heat of her body, the softness of her flesh pressing against him, and the warmth of her steamy breath—He breathed hard.

It was pleasurable!

The atmosphere had changed too fast, too abruptly for his mind to keep up with it. Also, after all the battles he had gone through over the day, Aezaleon too needed something to relieve him of his fatigue and his pent-up lust.

The more Clementine licked him, the darker his gaze became. It had only been thirty seconds, but his throat was already dry. With a flat gaze, Aezaleon simply watched her flawless face.

Her expression was dazed and lost—like she was preparing something she had craved for all her life. He had never seen Clementine lose herself like this. The more he watched her, the more enchanting, tempting, beguiling, and alluring her beauty became.

However, then it happened.

Clementine opened her mouth, showing her two sharp canines. They were the teeth of an actual vampire, a physical characteristic that made them quite unique amongst all the humanoid races.

PIERCE!

She bit. It was a slow motion. The canines dug into his flesh slowly. However, he didn’t feel any pain or discomfort from this action; it had already been numbed by her saliva. All he felt was a suction force. It was slow at first, but then it intensified.

SUCK!

With it came the surge of a profound pleasure. It wasn’t a sexual pleasure; it was of a different, more primal kind. One that came directly from the theft of his blood.

"Ahhh~!"

Aezaleon Eyne Ezodious moaned, his eyes wide. His body went weak from the surge of this new sensation. His cheeks flushed, his breathing hardened. ’Wa..What!?!’ he screamed in his mind.

Not even knowing that his body had already been healed completely while he was being prepared by the ancient woman. He gritted his teeth, composing his chaotic mind. He embraced his woman more firmly—breathing in her sweet, intoxicating feminine scent.

It was overwhelming. He was going into heat.

To think she was drinking his own blood, and it felt so good.

He smiled and looked at the enjoying expression of Clementine, feeling a fondness that mere words could never describe. He placed his hand over her head, caressing it. Unexpectedly, she purred against him, her hands tightening their hold.

’She would never believe that this is her, if she ever saw her current self in a normal state. I wonder how embarrassed she would be.’

It was the best feeling. When she fed on him, Aezaleon felt that he was making Clementine his more deeply. It was beyond the physical; it was beyond the soul. He was also making her his by the blood. The exchange was like a profane contract being written in liquid ruby.

He was corrupting her. He did not have the words to describe this amazing sensation, but he knew for a fact that if Clementine ever drank anyone else’s blood other than his, he would kill her. He would make sure there was nothing left of her. No matter, no energy, no information—it would be total oblivion.

Aezaleon smiled, watching her devour his blood like a hungry child. His hand continued stroking her red hair. His nose inhaled her feminine scent. His eyes stared at her contented expression—deep, dark, and possessive! Obsessive!

He smiled.

"Are you done, wife?" Clementine merely hummed, giving a firm no through her emotions. Aezaleon let her be, watching the setting sun dip below the horizon.

The two little sisters, on sensing their husband’s emotions, also did not disturb him either, letting the two have some personal bonding time.

They chuckled and smirked.

They exchanged glances and went to sort out the calamities they had hunted over the day to find out which calamity was of which rank and element. Throughout the day, they were more focused towards searching for the stronger calamities and ending the battle as quickly as possible, so they didn’t worry about these minor details.

A minute passed, then another, then another; Clementine still wasn’t finished. She was busy savoring every drop of his essence, taking her sweet time to relish the superior taste of her calamity husband.

By now Auguszta and Aphryne were already done with their tasks. With nothing else to do, they went to their territory in his soul sea to rest their bodies, because soon it would be their time to have their husband for themselves for the night.

Another minute passed, then another.

Finally, she was satiated. Clementine pulled her head back. Aezaleon voiced, "Done, are we?" Licking the gaping wound on his neck a few more times, which surprisingly had the effect of increasing his regeneration, the injury closed soon.

She looked at him. Watching his amused expression, she became a bit embarrassed.

But that was all, because in her mind, as her husband, it was his duty to feed her and to keep her thirst quenched. It was something natural and normal. Not to mention, she had never drunk anyone’s blood directly from their neck, let alone a male’s.

Even with her parents, it was either their wrist or the glass chalice in which it was served to her.

She was indeed a bit embarrassed, but with her age, since she had already accepted him as her male, she would treat him as such and show her affection to him as a female.

As such, Clementine leaned forward and gave a good lick to his lips. "You taste so good, husband. Like the finest delicacy I have ever consumed; you’re at the very top. I’m so full~!" She voiced in a happy, melodic tone.

Aezaleon chuckled. "I’m glad that you like the taste of my blood. Now make sure to ever only drink mine and no one else’s, alright."

"Will do," Clementine nodded, not finding anything strange in his possessive words.

"So you two are done now, huh?" Aphryne commented, emerging from his soul. Her appearance was like a ghost manifesting from the ether.

"I bet you forgot about us completely, didn’t you, husband~!" Auguszta said, also coming out of his soul sea. Her lips stretched into a cute pout, her hands crossed below her generous breasts.

"Uh, forgive me. It is your big sister’s fault, you know." Aezaleon threw Clementine under the bus. "She came at me out of nowhere. Before that, I wasn’t even in the mood and was more exhausted than anything else."

She blinked, coming out of his embrace and focusing on her two little sisters. "Are you two actually jealous of me, after the time you spent with him in the cave yesterday?" She raised her brows.

Aphryne glanced at Auguszta, who flushed, quickly averting her gaze.

"Tsk. Of course not, big sister, just that we also want some attention." She was direct, unlike the lioness who was actually a bit of a shy type when it came to expressing her emotions through words.

"Oo!"

Clementine nodded. Aezaleon scratched his head. Guess it was his fault after all. He decided to make it up to them tonight.