Kiada, Blood Servant System Reborn

It all happened so slowly, but there was nothing I could do to stop the thirst. I had just tasted the red juice leaked out of the girl, and the flavor was like freshly picked strawberries.

I could feel her body tense as I pushed into hers. She didn't cry out again as she had with me before, making me relax some. I knew I was doing wrong, but I couldn't stop, and her not screaming for crying out helped.

The feeling of my teeth sliding into her neck was almost more than I could take. It was erotic in the sensation, causing me to involuntarily push my hips into her soft bottom.

Then I was hit with the rush of the hot nectar. Oh, the taste was like a silky thickness that leaked into my mouth as I drank deeply.

I could feel my body become more robust, like the blood was fuel to me. Then I was flung backward into a stone wall.

My body must have almost cracked the stone wall as I impacted, but I was not hurt. I was able to stand up without a problem.

It was as though I had merely slipped and had fallen gently. Then, I was smashed against the wall, again, but this time the blonde had her hands around my throat.

I could see from the strain of her muscles that she was clearly trying to kill me. I could barely feel her hands touching my neck, let alone any pressure.

Our eyes locked, and then the blonde's muscles started to contract. Her body started to sag, and her hands began to slip down.

When our eyes first met, hers were blood red. Now they were turning blue and becoming distant.

I reached forwards and gently caught the girl as she passed out on her feet. The blood I had taken from her must have made her very tired.

But now what? What do I do with this girl?

'Registering the first Blood Servant, Lesha Kresh. Service is Red cells: Physical buffing.' -Scratchy deep feminine voice.

Who was that voice?

'I am Drania, I am the System' -Drania.

And this person is Lesha?

*Internal Silence*

Not a big talker, but if I was going to have a voice in my head, I would prefer the solid and silent type.

I rubbed the back of my gauntlet on some exposed cloth while holding Lesha up with my other arm. I wanted to shine up the surface to use as a mirror.

Once I was finished, I held it up to my face. With my crystal clear telescoping vision, I quickly adjusted my eyes to see my face somewhat clearly.

Red eyes gazed back at me from my reflection. There was also a small line of blood that ran from my mouth and down my chin.

The line continued down my neck and disappeared into my cleavage. Uck, if I wiped at it, the mark will smear and look worse than it already does; great.

I turned the reflection back to my face and braced myself as I opened my mouth. Yep, two elongated and sharpened Canines.

They stuck past the rest of my top row of teeth. Somehow, they fit comfortably when I closed my mouth.

What was I becoming? Would I be seen as a freak of nature? Or hunted like the monsters in the dungeons?

Lesha moved in my arms and started to moan softly. That started making the tiny hairs stand up all over my body.

I pushed the feeling down and looked into her sky blue eyes as she opened them. Both of us stared at each other.

Our eyes locked, and I was getting lost in them; I had never seen eyes as beautiful as hers. Then Lesha suddenly pulled me close and started to lick.

I felt a spark in my veins as she ran her tongue along my skin. From the start of my cleavage, then moving up my neck.

I was frozen in shock, but only until she reached my chin. Then I shoved her away from me before she could go any farther.

My heart was pounding in my chest, and I was sure it burst through my chain mail vest. I looked at Lesha, who wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

Lesha then looked down at her hand that was shaking with a scared look. What had just happened?

"Lesha, are you okay?"

"How...do you know my name?"

"It's tough to…."

"Did she tell you?"

"She? You can hear that old witch with a deep and gravelly voice?"

"Yes! I was worried I was going crazy, considering what just happened."

Lesha had a hopeful look, but it was still mixed with fear.

'Why would you call me a witch?' -Drania.

'I would have called you a bitch, but the witch was a guess. I just didn't want to be rude to her and on the subject of her. What did you do to her? That was you that made her lick my neck, wasn't it?'

"Lesha, I am sorry if this bitch made you do that. Give me a minute and get rid of that stupid male on the ground. However you please, I know what I did to you isn't alright, but what this scum was about to do…" I said to point at the man still clutching his throat.

"No, you saved me from getting raped by this scum. I was caught in a moment of weakness, but I am afraid that if the man would have completed it, I...I am a fighter."

Lesha took a deep breath to get her bearings and then continued.

I will take care of this one, but can you retake some of my blood? I am okay with what the old lady asked me; I was just still in shock from everything," Lesha said.

*THUMP, THUMP*

That request made the sound of her heart become the pound of a Calling Drum in my ears. Suddenly, my body became very hot, and the hunger encroached on my mind, pressing down to squash my will to resist.

'Call it to you with your mind.' -Drania.

*THUMP, THUMP*

I focused my hunger on the sound of the thundering heartbeats. The succulent smell of her sweet red fluid helped me target what I wanted.

As I focused, the twin holes on her softly suntanned skin began to leak blood. It flowed into a stream that ran through the air.

I pulled it to my mouth and drank deeply of Lesha's silk cherry blood that flowed into my mouth. Having it again so soon made me melt inside, and I had to stop myself from squeezing my thighs together.

It was over too soon for me, but Lesha's eyes burned like twin scarlet stars. She turned around and stood in front of the man that was only now getting back up.

The man looked like he was getting his confidence back, but he was still rubbing his throat as he reached down. The man had grabbed his knife and was about to lunge at Lesha but stopped as she faced him.

He dropped his knife and then pissed himself as he stood frozen in fear. I could feel the waves of anger roll off Lesha, generating a paralyzing presence of fear for the scum.

Suddenly, Lesha was a blur of motion, and the man's chest was ripped open. She had almost split him in two with a long sword she had drawn, and blood sprayed everywhere...or it should have.