Chapter 76: Corrosion (2)
The blood-sucking for vampires is about more than just drinking blood. The reason why demonss like us, with various fearsome abilities like superhuman strength, regeneration and shapeshifting into a bat, wolf or mist (although I can’t do this yet) are called ‘blood-sucking demons’ instead of mist demons or wolf demons, is most likely because that’s the power that the common people are the most afraid of.
As far as I have felt from sucking Senri’s blood many times after I’ve become a vampire, the act of blood-sucking is more than a means of replenishing energy. It is also a reproductive act that gives strong pleasure to me and the other person, a means of communication and also the violation of the soul.
The anecdotes about pitiful people who have had their blood sucked by vampires and become enchanted by them have existed in all times and places. By sucking her blood, I have come to understand Senri well. When I drank Albertus’ blood, for a moment I even felt like I was reliving her life. Senri and Albertus showed little to no visible change after having their blood sucked, but that’s because they are humans with extremely strong mental fortitude, and not because that’s normal.
It’s only natural that Monica is afraid of having her blood sucked by me. She is smart. And therefore, she knows that she is not strong enough to resist me.
Three bites. That’s all it took me to win her over. From my understanding, Fiends are generally stronger than humans, but looks like that doesn’t apply to mental strength. The first bite was still followed by a strong resistance. By the second bite, the resistance suddenly weakened and by the third bite, she had already given in, turning into a pitiful being, who only twisted her body and asked for mercy.
Monica is a useful teaching tool for me to correctly measure my strength.
I can’t always take her with me. I am Senri’s ally, and Monica is her enemy. But even without that, I still wouldn’t take her in. It’s because that would be meaningless. Monica is too weak. If Monica had any worth, it would be as food. That’s why, I should have bitten her with gratitude that she gave me an excuse to do it herself.
Monica’s skin and flesh were very soft, and her blood was as greatly delicious as I had imagined from its smell. Senri’s blood was also delicious. But Monica’s blood had the concentrated sweetness that felt like it would get caught in the back of my throat. The viscosity of her blood was the same as humans’, but its taste reminded me of the jam made from sweet fruits.
I shut off Monica’s resistance by forcefully holding her down inside the dark coffin, hugged her twitching voluptuous body and took my time slowly sucking her blood. A Fiend’s body is pretty much no different from a human’s. She is plumper than Senri, but that’s probably just their individual difference. The sweet smell that got stronger each time I licked her skin and drank blood and her skin, that was damp with excitement and pleasure wasn’t any different either. And with regard to her blood – there also wasn’t much difference.