Forced to play Shura Field in a Western Fantasy game

Yu Yuan opened his mouth, but his voice was hoarse.He tried to get up, but he couldn't even curl his fingers, like a rag doll whose cotton had been hollowed out.

There was a faint sound of clothes rubbing against each other, and the prince changed his movements.

He said unhurriedly, "How does it feel?"

At this time, Yu Yuan, who seemed to be in a burning fire, felt an unbearable burning sensation from head to toe, penetrating from the soles of his feet to his forehead.

Knowingly asked questions.He could realize that it was the other party who had done something.

The tall and blurry figure got up and stood beside the coffin, unable to see his face clearly.

The prince scratched his hand again, breaking four knuckles, and the blood flowed down sparsely.

With this move, in the darkness, the dark blue eyes gradually dimmed.

bright red...liquid...

Yu Yuan, who was misty-eyed, grabbed the prince's hand and climbed up, but the prince lifted his chin with the other hand, and said with a half-smile: "Equal exchange."

Without telling Lambert, he used some small drugs to help him soften his will and improve his reaction to external stimuli, so he couldn't refuse the breath of blood.It can ensure the smooth progress of the transition period after being first embraced, and let the other party get used to the blood-sucking behavior in the fastest time.

I was worried about any side effects at first, but now it seems to be very effective.

Perfect as expected.

Putting down the little bait, the prince deliberately dripped blood on his face, and with the other hand, imprisoned the opponent's hands behind his back.

Sparse blood dripped on his forehead, slid down with his slightly raised head, and flowed into his clothes.

In a trance, Yu Yuan even suspected that the other party was brooding over what happened that night at the banquet, because he himself had smeared blood on the prince's face at that time.

There was an indistinct double image in front of him, Yu Yuan was silent for a long while, and then said: "...What do you want in exchange?"

His mind is now almost a burning fire, the magnified senses stimulate every inch of nerves, and even the rubbing of the clothes with his fingertips seems unbearable.

He could feel that as long as he came into contact with the prince's blood, everything would become better.

The prince leaned down, and the two were at the same height, almost face to face.

Those with limited vision could only see a blurry silhouette, hear a chuckle and the startling words from the prince: "Kiss me."

Yu Yuan: ...?

He thought that the other party would say "let him bite you" or "call him a certain name again". When did the script of "father-son relationship" between blood races become so wrong?

There is no time to take care of these details, and it is more important to alleviate the immediate problem.Yu Yuan didn't hesitate much, he thought he was ruthless and kissed the cheek of the person in front of him, like a bird pecking at someone, he quickly pulled away.

Think of it as a lonely vampire who cares about thousands of years old.

At a certain moment, the tips of the noses seemed to be rubbing against each other.Tasting a little sweetness, the prince smiled slightly, and put the injured hand to his mouth.

Scarlet red filled the air, Yu Yuan no longer just licked it this time, but actively probed into the wound, trying to get more blood with the newly grown fangs.

The prince let go of the confinement of his hands, and scratched the opponent's chin with the other hand like a cat.

"So nice."

The gentle move was rewarded multiple times, the half-kneeling person trembled slightly, as if a bubble was about to be burst, and the slightly curly black hair shrugged.

When he really actively touched the blood and felt the vitality flowing from the blood, Yu Yuan could no longer make any other judgments.He is like a puppet driven by blood-sucking desire, and he has nothing else in his eyes.

The sweet and greasy aroma of honey, the aftertaste of blood pouring into the body seems to be sweet...or it should be a more indescribable taste, a greater temptation.

Desire is as difficult to be filled as a bottomless abyss, like a lost traveler who finally encounters the gift of nectar in the endless desert

If they weren't of the same race, they wouldn't be able to understand this impulse at all, as if they would be obsessed with this dazzling red blood as soon as they saw it, and they couldn't get it.

This is from the nature of the blood race, the instinct to plunder, and the desire to possess as vast and deep as the deep sea.

The act of eating, perhaps fundamentally, is actually a mutual control of the two parties.

The prince's eyes lingered on the other party, with charming eyes, as if appreciating a work of art carefully.

Under the influence of the drug, the skin was pink, the fingertips were slightly red and tender, the eyelashes trembled slightly between the intertwined hair, the shoulders and neck exposed under the black robe, the feet of the **** were slightly curled up, and the wet belt was wet. Dewy and seductive... The newborn little vampire is at the time when the desire to eat is the strongest, and it is pitiful everywhere, as if it needs the embrace of the family master.

More and more blood was lost, and the thin layer of skin seemed to be becoming transparent.

The prince didn't show any signs of discomfort, his eyes became more satisfied, and he couldn't hide a faint smile on his face, as if he was the one who was sucking blood.

The prince tore open the wound further, and caressed the person in his arms with the other hand.

In this way, he can stay forever.

In the darkness, only the sound of sucking remained.

I don't know how long it took, just when the prince wanted to follow the original plan, caressing the other's cheek, and was about to take the next step——

With a soft "squeak", the basement door was pushed open.

The attempt was sabotaged, instead of stopping the current action, the prince looked provocatively at the person coming.

With the faint light of the lamp in his hand, the moment he saw the situation clearly, almost at the same time, the sound of the glass breaking to the ground resounded in the room and echoed in everyone's ears.

The red juice flowed all over the floor, and the smell of tomato juice diffused, mixed with the blood.The shards of glass are like falling moonlight, full of shattered light.

Lambert's icy voice could not hide his anger, and he hurried forward: "What did you do?"

With just one glance, you can see that something is wrong with Yu Yuan.

Smollett said with a smile: "A small means of assistance."

Lambert obviously also knew that Rist's surname endowed them with a high status, and they had contacts with many nobles, and they had seen quite a few things at banquets and private occasions.

But this does not mean that he approves or will adopt this method.

His face became more and more embarrassing, Lambert stared at Yu Yuan in the middle, his voice was as cold as ice, and he spoke to Smollett, concisely: "The antidote."

"Huh?" The prince sneered as if hearing some joke, and looked straight at the other party, not without a provocative meaning: "No."

The prince continued to let the person in his arms suck blood, feel the body temperature through the clothes, and enjoy this "sentimental" moment.

Then, he added more fuel to the flames, and stroked from the top of the black-haired head to the back of the neck like a smooth hair, causing a slight tremor.

Lambert stood still one meter away, the mirror reflected the cold light.Almost at the same time, the fire in the lamp flickered, and the sound of breaking through the air came——

A strand of silver hair fell to the ground silently, hanging on the corner of the mage's clothes, precariously.

The people in the middle are not sober now, not aware of what is happening outside.In contrast, the two blood races did not plan to use communication to resolve their differences.

Instead of being angry, the prince smiled: "You like to pretend so much?"

The two have the same goal in the general direction, and want to keep humans here forever.But other than that, they rarely agree on other aspects.

He couldn't understand Lambert's way of doing things, and most importantly, he couldn't understand that the other party was getting closer than him.

But Yu Yuan, one of the parties involved, is still ignorant of all this.

The blood-sucking behavior is about to end, and even if he is awake now, he probably won't participate in the so-called "family affairs", and hopes that the other two "family members" can fight.

"Give him to me." Lambert's voice was still terribly cold. He bent down and made a gesture to take him away and leave here.

Of course, he was also quite dissatisfied with Smollett's attitude and actions all the time, and the actions the other party made without authorization now instantly ignited his backlog of emotions.

The face is still cold, and the situation is self-evident.

Naturally, Smollett would not be threatened, but there was no smile on his face either.

In the huge basement, the atmosphere became more and more serious.

Tensions.

For races that advocate blood and blood, some direct means may be more effective.

The two parties have accumulated quite a lot of emotions in the past few days, but they have not been dealt with on the surface because of some factors.

But now is a good time.