[Slow Travel] How to show affection correctly

The slight itching around the eye sockets is very annoying to a sleeping person. When Bai Mo was disturbed by this feeling and woke up, he quickly noticed that something was different from before.

The field of vision is no longer dark, but still hazy.

He sat up straight and leaned forward to confirm what the shadow was, but he couldn't see more clearly.Staring at the same place all the time made his eyes even more uncomfortable, as if being pricked by a thin needle, he subconsciously wanted to rub it, but just as he raised his hand, someone held it.

"Don't touch."

Bai Mo could only blink to relieve the discomfort, he struggled but the man held him even tighter, Bai Mo asked dejectedly, "Who are you?"

He didn't get an answer, and after thinking for a while, he continued: "Thank you for giving me blood, it's delicious. But I don't know your name yet."

"I don't mind if you call me master."

Bai Mo was taken aback by the other party's words.In subconscious cognition, this title is more or less insulting to the user, and it means that an individual with self-will becomes the property of another person.But maybe it was because the man's tone was too flat, or maybe it was some other reason, Bai Mo didn't feel any contempt for him from the man.

So he pursed his lips and called tentatively: "Master?"

"Ah."

The man's answer was as concise as ever, and Bai Mo called again with a smile as if he had confirmed something: "Master."

Albert didn't answer any more, just stretched out his hand and stroked the soft hair of the vampire.

The palm on the top of the hair is wide and warm, Bai Mo admits that he likes this man's touch, and even can't help squinting his eyes and rubbing against it.

"Are you kidding me?"

The man's laughing voice made Bai Mo blush, and only then did he realize what he had just done.In order to hide his embarrassment, he said intermittently: "My eyes suddenly couldn't see before, obviously it wasn't like this before. It's better now, but I don't know when I can fully see."

Albert paused when he heard that, and at the same time let go of Bai Mo's hand. He looked at the blood race's eyes that looked like shattered glass balls, and his expression was indistinguishable.

After a long silence, Bai Mo grabbed the man's sleeve hesitantly: "Master."

"what's up?"

"Can I drink blood today?"

"Hungry again?" The man frowned. According to the records of the blood race, there has never been a blood race with such a large thirst for blood so far.What's more, the stronger the blood race, the more rational it is. Blood is no longer needed for survival, but a kind of fun and enjoyment.The blood clan in front of him is definitely not weak, he shouldn't need blood so much to fill his stomach.

Bai Mo nodded after hearing this, feeling aggrieved: "There were too few of them before, and I couldn't get enough to eat."

"Okay." After seeing the undisguised surprise and joy on the other person's face, Albert bent down, hugged the other person, and sent his carotid artery to the lips of the vampire: "Drink."

He felt the breath of the blood race, and the slow licks, the sharp teeth touched tentatively, and then pierced the skin without hesitation.

The warm and sweet liquid scrambled in, passing through the sensitive taste buds and slipping into the throat. Bai Mo pressed his lips tightly against the other's neck, reluctant to let a drop flow away.

When he felt that the vampire was stabbing his teeth deeper, a pitch-black dagger appeared behind Bai Mo almost instantly, and he could kill the greedy monster just a little further.

Albert gritted his teeth, trying to suppress his conditioned attack, and the dagger dissipated into dust under his control.The vampire who kept swallowing the sweet blood didn't know that he had just escaped a catastrophe. Albert patted Bai Mo's back helplessly, but did not push him away indulgently.

The man's face was a little pale. After all, with his flesh and blood, if it weren't for the thin blood from Samael, the massive blood loss for three consecutive days might have killed anyone else.

Bai Mo couldn't see all this, and when he finally regained some sanity, he remembered to suppress the instinct of the vampire to retract his teeth, and licked the two round wounds flatteringly.

"The blood race's saliva contains anesthetic ingredients. Usually, the prey bitten by them will not feel pain. On the contrary, some prey can even feel the pleasure that can almost penetrate the soul during the process of blood loss."

When he saw this sentence in the old classics, Albert never thought that one day he would truly experience this secret feeling.

The anesthetic effect of saliva had little effect on him, so the pleasure mixed with pain became more obvious.

A certain place is already hard and painful, but the touch of the soft tongue resting on the skin is doubly stimulating, like a feather brushing against the heart, making it tickle unbearably.

Albert has never been someone who likes to wrong himself, he pressed the vampire on the bed, and kissed him hard.There was still a residual rust smell in the mouth of the vampire, and thinking that it was his own blood, Albert's actions became even more violent.

Bai Mo didn't know why the man suddenly made an attack. The violent and violent movements in his mouth made him feel uncomfortable, so he subconsciously pushed his hands against the man's chest.But this kind of action instantly aroused the man's anger. Albert pulled his hand away and twisted it behind his back. The pain forced Bai Mo to straighten up. This posture looked like he was inviting sex.

The black ring slipped from the man's finger, and stretched and stretched into a flexible belt to wrap around the vampire's wrist. Albert covered the body with his free hands, and the body temperature was lower than that of a human, making the two skin-to-skin. A small layer of goosebumps appeared on the place.

It's not that he has no desire, but his need for "sex" is much weaker than that of ordinary people.

Samael's bloodline is a gift, but it is also a burden.

From a long time ago, all his desires were restrained by the nature in his blood.Irritable and angry, he gradually found that as he grew older, he could hardly control his thoughts of destroying everything around him.

And when he accidentally killed a captive during torture for the first time, a sense of peace and satisfaction from deep inside made him addicted.

Captives, slaves, humans, elves, monsters...

Watching them bleeding, crying, and screaming in his hands, he would be unusually calm whenever the venting ended and he found only a bruised corpse in front of his eyes.

And Albert enjoyed such a bloody peace.