For a long time, Sigourney used talking to distract herself.
If you don't think about it and don't care about it, you won't be tempted.
But gradually, his wounds consumed all the energy in his body, and he no longer had the energy to speak.
When one cannot talk, one’s mind is easily absorbed by the sweet fragrance that surrounds one.
I should have gotten rid of that little devil long ago! On the brink of bloodthirstiness, Sigourney was influenced by desire, thinking irritably and viciously.
At this moment, the ignorant kid leaned close to his ear and asked gently:
"are you hungry?"
Ash asked.
His light blue eyes stared unblinkingly at Sigourney's unrecognizable face, and he felt helpless as he saw Sigourney's tightly furrowed brows.
This is a struggle with the inner impulse...but why do we have to fight? Appetite is a proof of life, it is fair and aboveboard, and there should be no guilt or shame.
Just like what he said to Nance when he was first switched to Sigourney, he was hungry and there was blood nearby, so he picked it up and drank it.
Just as rabbits eat grass, wolves eat rabbits. Isn't it natural to eat on time in order to stay alive?
Why resist this natural appetite?
Ash could only think that it was the original elf's insistence. But he also felt that it was more than that.
I wish Sigourney would be willing to tell him the real reason someday.
He asked for a while, but Sigourney still didn't respond to him. It seemed like a silent rejection and resistance.
Since Sigourney didn't say anything... Ash said to himself firmly, "You're hungry."
Sigourney, who was struggling with herself: “…” Wh, what?
He had a vague feeling that something bad was going to happen.
However, the development of things was not determined by Sigourney's will. On the contrary, if it was a contest of wills, Ash's will was probably much stronger than his.
Ash no longer just unzipped his collar. He pursed his lips and put his neck directly in front of Sigourney. He raised his hand and pressed it, and Sigourney buried her face in his shoulder.
The boy's body was still growing, no matter how much he ate, he would not gain weight, and was extremely thin. Compared with an adult, his shoulders were narrower and thinner, and one could even feel the protruding bones, which were hard and uncomfortable.
Sigourney was pushed down by Ash recklessly and felt that her nose was almost broken.
Sigourney: “Gu…”
It was probably a syllable of "roll". But Ash pretended not to hear it clearly: "Huh?"
Sigourney: “…” This is going to be a catastrophe!
Ash actually sensed the fierce blow - although he was determined to do it, he was still a little flustered, so he clumsily failed to do it well.
He pursed his lower lip nervously for some reason, then moved forward again, gently placing Sigourney's face in the position he thought was most suitable.
"But... cough." His throat was a little dry and he could hardly make a sound. "You can start now."
He had just crawled out of the dark river, and his whole body was wet. The skin on his neck was also wet, smooth, and cold.
But beneath the coldness there is a hint of warmth.
Sigourney pressed her cheek lightly against it and could even feel the strong pulse beating beneath her skin.
It is the taste and fragrance of life.
The fangs in his mouth stretched uncontrollably, ready to move.
His rationality was gradually disappearing, and his desires were lured to the surface of his body, gaining an absolute upper hand.
But... I can't bite it! I can't bite it!
He struggled to maintain his precarious sanity, and therefore had no idea what his body, which was controlled by desire, was doing at this moment.
Absolutely not biting, it was a rein that he pulled tightly, commanding the final step of desire.
But above this bottom line——
Desire: If you pull me and I don't bite you, it's ok for me to lick you and satisfy my desire, right?
So, Ash first felt the cold lips against his skin, causing him to shudder unconsciously, and then he was delighted, huh? Is he going to bite?
However, the expected tusks did not appear.
Instead, there was a soft and cool tip of the tongue.
The vampire nibbled gently at that small piece of skin, making the equally cold skin hot, and then the hot temperature was transmitted to the vampire's lips and tongue, which continued to heat up, successfully making Ash's entire body turn a light pink.
Ash, who had been very decisive until now, was stunned. What is Sigourney doing?
In his ears was the ambiguous sound of water, and the vampire's humming sound that was both satisfied and unsatisfied coming from his nose, which made one side of his body stiff as if petrified, while the other side was limp as if it was about to melt.
Well, that's weird.
Ash almost shuddered as he thought, do all bloodthirsty vampires cherish food so much? Or is Sigourney a special case? When a vampire hasn't eaten for too long, when he finds a delicious cake, he has to look at it and smell it enough before he is willing to take a bite?
But when will it be enough?
Ash's face flushed, and if Sigourney didn't take action, his body seemed to be going strange.
When the skin on his neck began to sting, Ash finally realized that if he didn't do something, Sigourney would probably keep kissing and licking him. His whole body felt hot like a boiled shrimp, and his voice was tense as he called out, "Sigourney?"
He called out softly a few times, causing Sigourney's reason, which was suppressed by desire, to be pushed back again.
Ash noticed this and quickly finished what he wanted to say: "Bite it, Sigourney."
"You've saved me from despair several times, and I want to help you once, too."
He said seriously, "Have you forgotten? Nance said that the two of us are one person. Drinking my blood is not drinking someone else's blood. Sigourney, drink it."
Two people are one person, can it be understood in this way?
Sigourney frowned and raised her hand slightly, as if trying to push Ash away.
However, as soon as he moved his hands, he fell down again.
He weakly raised his eyes and glanced at the culprit that was holding him back - it was Ash's hand.
His hair tie tied his hands tightly together with Ash's.
Ash kept forgetting to untie it.
He paused, closed his eyes, and remained silent.
Sigourney's glance also made Ash notice the hair tie that had not been untied. He thought about it and reached out to untie the hair tie. He thought of another way.
Let Sigourney eat, but she doesn't have to drink on her own initiative.
Ash calmly held Sigourney's hand and moved it towards his wrist, so that he could borrow Sigourney's sharp and hard nails.
Before her nails touched his skin, Sigourney clenched her fingers into a fist.
"what you up to……"
Without waiting for Ash's reply, he seemed to let out a long, drawn-out sigh.
He really couldn't hold on any longer.
With such a stubborn kid around, he would definitely drink blood even if he was unconscious.
What's the difference between biting yourself and being forced to drink blood by the little ghost?
They are all drunk into the stomach, but the method and process are different.
How can one be so pretentious?
Is it true that human blood that is forced to be drunk is no longer human blood?
This is not the way to cover one's ears and steal the bell.
"I bite."
He finally compromised.
A long tug of war, between desire and reason, between Ash and his.
It was not desire that won, but he who lost.
He raised his hands and weakly hugged the boy's extremely thin waist, tilted his head, changed the angle, and stabbed his cold fangs into the boy's hot neck.
Incomparable!
tasty!
An incomparable sense of satisfaction instantly swept through the whole body, and vigorous vitality and strength filled every limb.
Sigourney seemed to hear the sound of her flesh and blood rapidly repairing itself, and even every cell in her body cheered with joy as if a long drought had finally come to an end.
This was the first time he had eaten in this way since he became a vampire, and for the first time, he felt supreme enjoyment.
More than intoxicated, almost obsessed, as if being completely captured.
If he hadn't heard the young man sobbing, he would have almost been unable to stop.
But he still stopped.
He retracted his fangs and subconsciously licked the two small eyes. The skin healed quickly, leaving only a small ambiguous water mark.
His licking made the boy in his arms tremble sensitively again.
Sigourney, who finally woke up completely, said: "..." He seemed to have forgotten that when vampires suck blood, in order to make the prey obedient and not resist, they will give the prey a fatal pleasure... So, why did he choose to bite himself just now?
Are you really dizzy from hunger?
emmm……
He stared at the smooth skin on Ash's neck and refused to look at the boy's face.
After a long while, he asked in a tense voice: "Are you... okay?"
Ash, who hadn't recovered yet, said: "...Huh?"
Sigourney: "..." He spoke with difficulty, "Do you want to go...wash in the river?"
For the first time, the arrogant vampire was overwhelmed by guilt and guilty conscience.
"Wash?" The young man finally regained his consciousness. His whole body was immersed in the afterglow and was still trembling slightly, but his thoughts had already started to turn.
He smelled some kind of awkwardness and felt warmth on his thighs, which was different from the previous cold feeling.
Ash: “…”
He had read books and heard the kids in the village joking with each other, so he certainly knew what was wrong with him.
The boy who was once laughed at by Aubrey for not growing up, the boy who was accompanied by the stars and had no desires, was so excited for the first time.
He hugged Sigourney again.
This time he didn't press Sigourney's face into his neck. Instead, he buried his face into Sigourney's shoulder.
Sigourney was a little confused: "Ash?"
Ash said sullenly, "Shy."
Sigourney: “…cough.” She almost couldn’t help laughing.
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