I Became the Wrong Race

239 – Lorian (1)

What is the best posture for sucking blood?

This wasn’t a discussion that came up often among blood relatives. Blood relatives tended to consume extracted blood rather than sucking blood directly.

However, it was an important issue for Llewelyn and Lorian.

Lorian’s main source of nutrition was Llewelyn. How to eat more comfortably and easily was something the two had to discuss.

The result was this. Llewelyn lay down on the bed, blinking her eyes and looking at the ceiling of the bed.

‘It’s really high-end.’

This is a bed with a different ceiling. Llewellyn endured the pain digging into her neck as she stared at the ceiling of her bed, which had a drawing of the sea, the sun, and the moon.

Actually, it didn’t hurt that much.

It only hurt when the fangs first dug in. After that, rather than feeling sick…

‘It’s strange.’

It was erotic. It was like that from the posture.

When Llewelyn lies down facing the ceiling, Lorian climbs on top of her.

It wraps its legs around the waist and places its mouth on the neck, applying pressure to the mouth and sucking the blood out.

Blood is sucked out through the wounds made by the fangs. No matter how many times I experienced that feeling, I couldn’t get used to it.

I feel helpless. Even considering that Llewelyn is a homunculus, a normal human would feel like he was wasting away.

It was even more so when I sucked it all out without eating it in moderation. Even if all the blood from Llewelyn’s body is sucked out, she will not die.

So Llewelyn stayed silent, trying to kill her feeling sorry.

Even if all the blood is sucked out anyway, if you exercise your regenerative power, you tend to get better quickly.

So there is no problem. It definitely has to be that way…

For some reason, Llewelyn couldn’t shake the impression that something had gone wrong.

The part that bothered me the most was not knowing the reason.

What on earth went wrong and how did it go wrong? Even when I thought about it, nothing came to mind. Intuition only gives the impression that ‘there is something wrong.’

She didn’t give any further answer than that. All that’s left is an empty, slightly helpless, slightly painful wait.

Llewelyn naturally fell silent, her senses heightened, and she opened her eyes, which had been closed for a moment, at the subtle warmth she felt.

‘It feels kind of warm.’

Lorian’s body temperature is low. Maybe it’s because she’s a vampire and she doesn’t have a heartbeat, but she always gives the impression that she’s cold.

So even if she was cuddling with Lorian, she would never feel warm. She usually was like that.

But for some reason, Llewelyn felt that her abdomen was strangely warm and wet.

So, when I lowered my eyes, the scent rushed in and tickled my nasal passages.

It was a different scent from other women who felt sweet or refreshing.

As it were… It was the smell of Lorian.

Well-maintained hair had a pleasant smell. Should I say it’s addictive?

When she scented her, which she had tried so hard to ignore, reached her, her nose, her, Llewelyn unconsciously lowered her eyes and looked down at Lorian.

There was quite a difference in their heights of her, so Lorian inevitably had to wrap her legs around Llewelyn’s waist to hang on, and bite her her neck her so that her head her her her her her was close.

No, she’s just close. Llewelyn was looking down at the top of Lorian’s head.

Lorian’s scent was nearby, but she had nowhere to put her hands, so she kept one at her bedside and one at her side.

There was no suitable place to put it. She couldn’t even think about putting it on Laurie’s waist or on her head.

Still, she doesn’t have good posture, so I think it’s a bit difficult to imagine.

Llewelyn took a deep breath and stared at her ceiling. Beyond the feeling of exhaustion as her blood she was being drained, there was a feeling of regenerative power filling her entire body with blood.

The feeling of being emptied and filled again. Llewelyn’s heart beats accordingly, and her divinity spreads throughout her body along with her beating heart.

I wondered if that was why the warmth came from that. But when she thought about it, she couldn’t have done that.

The warmth was clearly felt a little above the lower abdomen of her, around the solar plexus. It wasn’t the warmth of her heart.

Then what on earth does it mean? Llewelyn placed her hands behind her head, and she closed her eyes again, supporting her head with her clasped hands.

She scanned her entire body with her keen senses.

First of all, the chest. Because she took off her top of her, Lori Ahn’s body and weight her she were clearly felt.

If you’re too conscious, you can feel something like breasts under her clothes, but other than that, it’s just a normal woman’s weight.

Rather, it seems a bit light.

Above that, on her her chest her her her, white hair tickling around her collarbone her her her her. Hair with good texture, shine, and softness.

Her her good-smelling hair her she swayed every time she moved her head to change the direction of her her fangs her her her sinking into Llewelyn’s her neck her her her her.

Tickle. It stings again. In addition, there is a feeling of helplessness.

‘It’s not here.’

The warmth was coming from somewhere else than here. Below the solar plexus, near the abdomen.

Before her nerves were drawn to a strange place, Llewelyn slowly scanned her senses as she concentrated.

I could feel the skin underneath the thin dress. The abdomen is elastic and cool, but has subtle muscle texture that makes it feel elastic.

A waist that was thin enough to fit a slender physique but did not feel skinny. Llewellyn thought that was not even the case and lowered her senses further.

I felt my legs. Lorian’s legs were wrapped around Llewelyn’s waist, and her thigh muscles were writhing, repeatedly tightening and releasing their strength.

Was it fun? As Llewelyn thought, she focused on the skin confirmed nearby and again that her warmth did not come from there.

Rather cold. There was a coolness that spread every time she wriggled as Laurian’s her cool skin her and her her muscles her her her her touched her her bare skin her her.

But it’s not far. Llewellyn crossed her legs, her thighs, along the coolness of the valley.

She started and opened her eyes wide.

She realized the source of warmth and also wetness.

It wasn’t Lorian’s her body temperature her her her her her. Rather, to say… Her liquid heated up as it touched Llewelyn’s hot body her her, and it was only because of that that Llewelyn felt warm.

It was like she felt warm when she was wearing clothes soaked in warm water.

It may actually be the same. Llewelyn felt the unique texture of the fabric, the texture of that small area, and shook her pupils.

Fortunately, Lorian doesn’t know. She was even making her own snort and sucking her blood. Above her her closed eyes her her eyelids her flutter.

Lorian’s face is pale and bloodless, and although she is sickly, it is easy to give the impression that she is somewhat creepy.

Llewellyn thought Lorian’s face she was cute, which was rare. If she spoke rashly, she would be ridiculed, and because of the circumstances, she didn’t think about it for long.

For a moment she truly thought so. Llewellyn looked at Lorian.

The face visible through her disheveled hair disappears when she twists her head. The pain in her neck subsided, and Llewelyn saw Lorian lift her head and look up with her glassy eyes.

‘It’s cute.’

Although it was only a moment, it was a cuteness that made me feel a certain impulse. She managed to find her true wife, Johnny Laurian, looking down and looking somewhere.

A moment of confusion appears on her face. My mouth is speechless.

“Oh, I’m sorry. That is… That’s not the intention…”

Lorian is gibbering. She tried to cover her face her with her her hands her her her, then froze in horror at Llewelyn’s exposed upper body her her her, then swallowed her slobber on the back of her neck her her her of, which was also exposed and bleeding from the marks of her fangs. Br﹥

“Yes, as you said… Bird, menstruation… I don’t think it’s over. Sorry…”

No. Llewelyn knew it wasn’t menstruation.

The wetness felt in Lorian’s crotch was not the characteristic feel of blood or menstrual blood.

Rather, it was a feeling she often felt when she was in bed with women other than Lorian.

The smell you smell when you focus your attention on her nose for a moment.

A strangely fishy yet sweet smell. Llewelyn swallowed her saliva without realizing it.

‘Why on earth did this happen?’

It’s not like she hasn’t sucked blood before. It can’t be said to be periodic, but she still gave Lorian her blood every now and then.

This isn’t the first time I’ve personally sucked blood. But why?

What’s the difference? Llewelyn compared the difference between before and now.

‘… The amount of blood sucked is enough to kill a human being.’

I pointed out the only difference, and the only difference.

Llewelyn’s brain continued to think rapidly.

When blood becomes insufficient, it regenerates. Up to that point, it’s the same as usual.

However, the amount of blood sucked this time was the largest compared to before, and the amount of blood sucked was enough to kill a human being, so regeneration worked repeatedly.

That’s where Llewelyn’s specificity comes into play.

Divinity.

When the regeneration of Llewelyn is insufficient or when more is felt to be needed, the energy spreads from the heart to the entire body by acting reflexively beyond instinct.

And divinity strengthens Llewelyn’s credentials and fascination. This could be seen in the fact that the three clans’ favor toward Llewellyn was growing faster than before.

However, I was exposed to that divinity directly, very close and densely from the front.

Llewellyn does not know how the overlapped fascination works. But now I felt like I vaguely knew.

“Lorian.”

Just by calling his name his, his expression his softens. “Hmm,” Right after she let out a breath, Lorian noticed something strange and closed her eyes.

Her reason was not strong enough to withstand such strong fascination. Her white fingers climbed up Llewelyn’s skin and touched her neck.

“Lorian… ?”

“Ah, huh. Why…”

I can’t even form words. With her eyes wide open, she breathes heavily and touches the back of Llewelyn’s neck.

Lorian, who is in heat due to the overlapping fascination, shakes his waist without realizing it. The sound of wet crotch touching and falling was heard, and Llewelyn gradually became aware of Lorian.

Her eyes glanced at Lori without realizing it.

Stretched limbs, pure white skin.

Bright red lips that match that pure white skin and a cute appearance.

“Sorry. Something… Because it’s strange…”

A face with slightly teary eyes, not knowing what to do. Her heart is pounding. As she watched, her desire seemed to creep up.

Lorian did not know what this was, what the change had been in her, what fluids had flowed from her body.

She just vaguely thought it was her period, she didn’t understand the obvious difference and she was just apologizing.

Blood rushes. I could feel the bumps in my lower body. It was something that Llewellyn could not bear.

I wanted to control myself. I thought that all of this may not have been what Lorian intended, and may not be what Lorian wanted.

‘Is that really true?’

A question arises at the moment. Llewelyn kept her mouth shut and did as little as her conscience would allow.

“It’s not strange. It’s natural.”

It’s true. Considering that although she is a blood relative, she has a ‘female’ body, it is not surprising that the intense overlap of fascination causes her to be in heat.

“What should I do?”

Heh, Lorian finished speaking with a sigh. Llewelyn swallowed her saliva and exercised her patience.

It might still be okay if you solve it by hand and in a clerical way. She thought it would be okay as long as she didn’t go all the way.

So Llewelyn opened her eyes, which she had closed for a moment, and said.

“Lorian.”

“… Um, yes.”

“Do you want to come over here and lift up your skirt?”

Lorian tilted her head with a blank expression.