Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 499 - 461: Bloodsucking

"Go on, Grape, go find Kevin," Lyle watched the little creature swiftly dart away, its flight path wobbly as if it could crash at any moment, yet its speed was remarkably fast, almost as if it were fleeing from a disaster.

The Ominous ability, fear control, was still too potent for Grape. Although the Mental Impact was stronger on creatures with more complex brain structures, fear, being one of the earliest negative emotions mastered by life, had a damage bonus on all living things. During the casting, Lyle was worried that Grape would not withstand the fear and would die suddenly; he chose the least output that could carry the message, fortunately, she had made it through. Watching the wobbling bearer of hope disappear from his sight, Lyle finally felt at ease. Kevin’s luck would surely bring Grape into his hands, at the very least, my message would be passed on.

The slender figure moved forward in the darkness; Lyle needed to return, Beatrice needed his blood.

Walking back, the blood servants’ howling remained piercing, as the night at the vampire castle seemed to stand still.

Lyle returned to the door he had personally closed, it still appeared undamaged from this side.

The creaking of the hinges echoed in the empty room as he opened the door, the interior remained as it was before, candelabra overturned, lights extinguished, only a single opened window spilled dim moonlight onto the floor. The cold wind moved the blood-red window curtains in the air, resembling Naslan’s specter.

Beatrice was not in his line of sight, had she left?

Lyle looked at the back of the door, the horrifying claw marks had scraped the original patterns beyond recognition, the resistance he felt while pushing the door was caused by thick wood chips jammed in the doorway. Lyle hadn’t mistaken the room; it was indeed the one he shared with Beatrice.

But at that moment, Lyle saw no sign of Beatrice; perhaps she couldn’t bear the hunger and went out hunting. Approaching what might be the exit, the opened window, Lyle searched for any traces of Beatrice’s departure.

Ralph had taught him a bit of tracking skills, but Lyle’s sight, unlike his sharpness for marks on the human body, wasn’t as keen for those hidden on the ground and structures. This once greatly displeased Ralph, "You can find a bruise hiding among age spots! But you can’t see those clear footprints! Lyle, that’s great! You’re doing great!" In such cases, could Lyle say he couldn’t see? He could only silently endure Ralph’s gaze, pretending to be blind.

Nia’s tendrils searched around the window frame for a moment, and Lyle, following the training he had received, scrutinized the area carefully.

After a short while.

In the midst of Ominous’s sinister chuckles and Nia’s puzzled gaze, Lyle gave up.

"It’s not that I’m blind; I really didn’t see any trace! Whether it’s nail scratches or residual magic, or even a scent, nothing was left behind! I can’t imagine how Beatrice could have escaped; there’s absolutely no sign that she went out this window!"

Inside the room, the scent of Beatrice’s roses was still strong, but it quickly disappeared outside the window, perhaps due to air circulation. This meant Beatrice hadn’t left long ago.

Or perhaps, hadn’t left at all.

Nia’s tendrils stopped searching the windowsill and instead followed the scent, pointing to where the rose fragrance was strongest.

Under the moonlight, Lyle’s right hand propped against the windowsill, his surrounding tendrils pointed straight up.

He slowly raised his head and locked eyes with her.

Above on the ceiling, a huge humanoid monster wrapped in bat wings hung in midair; she was around two meters tall, her thin body seemed stretched, her large bones covered by a layer of skin, with no excess flesh giving her a shriveled appearance, which seemed rather frail. Lyle would not forget Beatrice’s monstrous strength, those once beautiful blood-red eyes now looked blunt and wild, filled with intense emotions as she looked at him, pure hunger that gave Lyle chills.

"Cough cough, actually, your vampire form looks pretty nice too."

Perhaps she understood Lyle’s words, deciphered the sarcasm within them, and then was enraged. The awful Beatrice let out a piercing screech and pounced. Midair, Lyle saw Beatrice’s fangs and claws exposed, shimmering like steel nails.

Tentacles surged, entwining with the furious vampire.

"Nia, let go. Beatrice needs my blood."

Nia was grappling with the crazed, howling Beatrice and, after gaining a slight upper hand, she reminded Lyle.

"Really? It’s going to hurt like hell!" Nia even gave a little space for Lyle to scrutinize Beatrice’s sharp teeth–fully exposed, her fangs were ten centimeters long, like two sharp daggers. Any tentacle that approached was sliced through as easily as tofu, though the bisected tentacles immediately split into two.

Lyle took a breath. Was this something a human could endure? Those two teeth felt like they could pierce right through his neck.

"Come on, I’m ready."

The tentacles protecting Lyle immediately dispersed. Even Lyle didn’t realize that what was embracing him had changed from tentacles to bat wings. Her head reared high, and those sharp teeth loomed ever larger in Lyle’s eyes.

This kiss would absolutely be unforgettable.

"Beatrice, please be gentle... Fuck!"

A flower of fresh blood bloomed on Lyle’s chest. The intense pain made Lyle scream, and his tentacles twitched in unison with their master, like a fish flayed open and left half-dead by an osprey.

Truly unforgettable. Beatrice’s bloodsucking was far more realistic than any kiss on the neck. Her teeth sank into Lyle’s left collarbone, angling down into his chest cavity. The collarbone shattered in 0.2 seconds under Beatrice’s powerful bite, with broken bone puncturing flesh causing massive bleeding, spraying up to Lyle’s lower jaw. Beatrice’s fangs ultimately buried into Lyle’s major artery, a mere three centimeters from the heart’s apex. The upper part of Lyle’s left chest caved in, the pressure causing blood to spurt into Beatrice’s mouth.

Like juice being squeezed, Beatrice embraced Lyle’s chest, causing continuous compression, which could drain 70 percent of Lyle’s blood in barely twenty seconds before heart failure. Afterward, Beatrice would spend a minute and a half extracting the remaining blood from the body, which would be drying up and becoming a husk.

Compared to the squeezing process, extraction was troublesome.

But Beatrice was surprised to find that this body, this heart, was incredibly strong. She could feel the forceful heartbeat through her fangs, the pumping pressure hadn’t weakened at all, the sweet blood unabated, as if she hadn’t punctured a human worth four liters of blood, but an inexhaustible sea of blood.

The constant satisfaction softened Beatrice’s movements, her taut body gradually relaxed, savoring the sweetness that autonomously surged from her sharp fangs, her fierce expression slowly softening.

Flesh reconstituted, shattered bones pieced together, the caved-in chest restored, save for those two teeth that remained lodged in the flesh, along with Beatrice, who was snuggled up and asleep on Lyle’s chest. Even in her sleep, her bloodsucking didn’t cease.

Lyle finally regained his senses from the agony, looking at the innocently beautiful Beatrice in his arms, her vampire-transformed body had shredded her clothing, her pale skin the color of moonlight. Lyle tore down the red drapes and covered her body with them, admiring her sleeping visage, which revealed a tranquility and sanctity identical to that of Alianna.

"If anyone ever tells me again that being sucked by a vampire can produce pleasure comparable to sex, I’ll stab them directly."

The fear of life ebbing away and the feeling of void from the body’s deficit, it was like slapping Death in the face while greeting him.