Maybe I will.
As I fuck the overliege into a near-coma, I draw little slits across their pristine skin with the dagger. They hiss, slap me, and then smile as their blood beads and trickles down their sides, slowing along every groove of their ribs.
I lean in, running my tongue over their porcelain flesh. Lapping up the warm blood with my darting tongue. Humming at the beautiful coppery taste in my mouth. Smiling my bloody lips at the vampirex. All the while, my hips are grinding, pumping, thrusting. Liolen is at that point they reach every night where they can’t stop coming. It’s like turning on a faucet, and it’s rather impressive.
I’m about ready to do the same, and this time Iwillfill Liolen Sesk’s womb. They’ve been begging me to for days.
I slice them again, a bit deeper this time, up toward their chest. The blood is darker here, tastier, and I can’t stop myself from licking them up all along their smooth, pale, sweaty skin.
“Oof,” Liolen cringes, “careful there, my dear. A bit close.” They laugh high and tight, petting my lank yellow hair across my scalp, hugging me against them as I rut mindlessly.
I can’t be careful, not now. Not when my lust has exploded and demanded my every move.
So I stab them again, and the blood spurts this time.
Liolen’s eyes roll. Their hand lashes out like a viper, smacking hard across my face. I yelp, whimper, and drink their delicious blood, growing drunk on it.
What do they care? Their skin will heal these shallow wounds by tomorrow evening. Liolen always stays pristine. It’s nice to mar that even flesh every once in a while, and I know how it arouses the vampirex.
My cock throbs inside them. I try to hilt myself to the balls but I don’t fit all the way. So I’m left stroking myself at the base, my knuckles slapping against their bouncing balls, while the top half of my length spills cum inside them.
Their body seizes, tightens, making my orgasm even harder, and they lose themselves to an unraveling climax. It’s an entire body-shaking experience, voice coming out in undulating waves as they rock up and down on the bed.
And at the height of their experience, I summon the ability I’ve noticed creeping around my head more and more lately. Ever since drinking Seph’s Loreblood the first time, all the way to quaffing the Silverblood last week. It enables me to tickle Liolen’s mind, relaxing them, easing them, making their experience even more ecstatic.
While they lose their mind to the blissfulness, I plunge the dagger one more time into their body. The wavy blade separates flesh like a hot knife through bread.
And this time, I’ve aimed for the center of their chest.
Liolen’s rolling eyes center and widen. Their perfect lips part on a gasp—
Crunch.
The dagger breaks through their breastbone as I apply a bit more pressure, smiling down at them.
They reach out for me, that quick hand moving so fast it’s almost a blur. Fear seizes Liolen’s elegant cheekbones for the first time I’ve seen. It’s beautiful. “What—”
I dip my head back as they grasp at me, not giving them purchase this time.
And the dagger slips into their heart.
Liolen Sesk lets out a croaking sound like a frog. Their trembling body ceases trembling, then it flattens, then it stops moving completely. A great breath of air pushes past their lips—a final wheeze. Their lips remain parted.
I pull out of their tight hole, having no desire to fuck a dead thing. Just as I slide out with a wetsquelch, the light goes out of their glittering eyes, and that perfect flesh begins to slide away on bones that will no longer hold it.
I pat Liolen’s head, running my hands through their hair, gently humming to them like they’re my pet making their way to the afterworld where all the other pets sing and bark and be happy.
“Apologies, my liege,” I murmur to their corpse, sighing deeply. “Mistress Sephania saidallthe Ministers have to die for there to be a new dawn in the sister cities. You’ve been enjoyable.”
I push myself off the bed. Wrap a golden robe around my naked, sweaty body. One of the concubines groans and rolls from one side to the other on a nearby sofa, lazily showing me their ass.
It’s tempting, but I cinch the robe closed instead and make my way for the door. I toss the wavy dagger into a potted plant on the way by.
At the door, the scent of unmitigated sex mingles with the clean air outside. The two guards standing watch backpedal from what must be an absolutelyintrusivestench.
I poke my head out with a small smile, keeping my eyes half-lidded and dazed. “Konim, Seralth, the Gilded Liege is resting. They have asked not to be disturbed for an hour.”
The tall men can only gawk at me, nodding profusely. It’s rare either of us come out all night once we begin, and they’ve just heard the unhinged, animalistic sounds coming from this room. They know what I’m capable of.