Harem System In A fantasy World - Chapter 146: Hungry Little Vampire

Chapter 146: Hungry Little Vampire

Too fast!

Elion’s perception barely caught the movement. His eyes could track the blur, but his body lagged behind. By the time he tried to turn, she was already behind him.

Her slender legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

Her arms shot forward, pinning his arms to his sides with shocking strength. For someone so small, the force was overwhelming. Her grip felt like iron bands!

Her smooth legs, lithe and toned, wrapped around his waist, while her thighs clamped down with a firmness that belied her delicate build.

The inner softness of her legs pressed against his hips, the curve of her calves hooking behind him to pull him closer, trapping him in her unyielding hold. He could feel the sleek glide of her skin.

Lower still, nearer the base of his spine, a profound warmth radiated from her most treasured place, which was obviously bare and exposed in her nudity, nestled right against the frame of his back.

Celeste’s naked body now fully pressed flush against Elion’s back—and her small frame molding to his larger one in a desperate, primal embrace.

His back arched slightly from the sudden impact and intimate contact.

“Celeste—” he started, she didn’t even seem to hear a word. Elion’s eyes widened in shock as he caught sight of something sharp in the periphery of his vision!

Her fangs lengthened further as a low hiss escaped her lips. She pulled his shirt and tunic to the side, exposing the smooth skin of his neck and upper shoulder.

Then she struck with a prick.

Her mouth latched onto the right side of his neck with deadly precision. He felt the sharp pressure of her fangs piercing his skin, followed by a sudden burning warmth.

As her fangs sank deeper into the tender flesh of his neck, piercing through muscle with a sharp, exquisite sting that blurred into pleasure-pain, all he could seem to focus on were her small breasts flattening against his shoulder blades.

The friction sent shivers racing down his spine

And just like that, Celeste began to feed.

Greedily.

“Ack!” Elion grunted, more in surprise than pain. There was discomfort, certainly—like a strange pulling sensation as his blood flowed from him into her mouth—but it wasn’t agony.

In fact, it was… manageable, and it felt kind of…good.

Celeste’s grip tightened as she drank, her naked body pressing firmly against his back. The room’s temperature slowly began to stabilize, the boiling water slowly calming as if responding to her feeding.

A little bit of warm blood flowed from the wound on Elion’s neck around her red lips, and Celeste drank it down in fervent pulls, her lips sealing tightly around the punctures, and her tongue lapping at the crimson trickle to savor every drop without wasting it.

Liora stood frozen for a heartbeat as she stared at the scene in horror.

“Hey! Snap out of it!” she shouted, stepping forward.

But Celeste didn’t respond. Her glowing eyes remained half-lidded, unfocused, as if driven by pure instinct.

Elion clenched his jaw. It felt like her sucking had suddenly started an attack on his psyche that immediately aroused him. Of course, he tried to fight the urge for only a second before he gave up without even trying.

He had other things to worry about.

His vitality and stamina were absurdly high, and his body could handle blood loss far better than a normal person. Still, this wasn’t sustainable.

His vitality stat was dropping like sand in an hourglass!

And more importantly—

Celeste had completely lost control.

His mind moved quickly.

But he immediately lost his train of thought as he felt her wet folds brushing teasingly at his back with each instinctive grind of her hips as she fed.

He wasn’t the only one getting aroused by the situation! And Celeste must have had it worse since she was drinking the blood of a half-incubus! His blood was like a drug pumped full of pheromones!

Elion’s own body reacted involuntarily, and a low groan escaped his lips as the sensation stirred his own desire.

“System,” he muttered internally, “this counts as interference, right?” Even then couldn’t help but throw a joke, and chuckle to himself. Like seriously! What sort of situation was this?

But who was he to complain? He had a beautiful, naked vampire clinging to him for dear life. He was in heaven.

Celeste’s grip tightened again, and she fed more aggressively, as if she could not get enough of this addictive blood.

The initial shock faded into a dull throb, while her cool lips sucking firmly against his skin. Slowly, he could sense the chaos in her body easing, if only a little, and the unstable energy fed off his vitality to anchor her transformation.

Standing still seemed the smartest move—there was no point in fighting a feral vampire who was mid-awakening. Still, the system ticked occasional warnings in his periphery.

[Vitality drain: ongoing. Estimated stabilization: variable.]

He braced his legs, letting her cling and drink, while her small breasts squished flat against his back with each swallow, her nipples scraping through his shirt.

Her thighs squeezed his hips, pussy lips sliding wetly along the base of his spine, leaving a growing damp patch as her arousal leaked free.

Minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity. The slurping sounds echoed wetly in the bathhouse, Celeste’s tongue lapping at the punctures between pulls, savoring every drop.

Liora paced nearby, her fists clenched, while she muttered curses under her breath. “This is insane. We need to pull her off!”

But Elion shook his head slightly as he spoke with his voice strained. “Not yet. It’s working.” His cock hardened fully in his pants, the friction from her constantly grinding folds sending arousing sparks through him.

To his growing horror, the feeding didn’t stop. Five minutes. Ten. Her body heat normalized, the water’s boil settling to a gentle ripple, but she kept sucking, greedily draining him.

Fifteen minutes in, dizziness crept at the edges of his vision. His knees buckled once, but he locked them straight.

He was not in heaven anymore.

Celeste’s grip loosened fractionally, her breaths evening out, yet the wet smacks of her mouth persisted.

Twenty minutes: sweat beaded on his forehead, not from steam but exhaustion. His heart pounded slower, vitality siphoning away.

The system flashed relentlessly: [Vitality: 800/1050… 600… 400…] Her little sister throbbed against him, her clit rubbing insistently, and her juices trickling down his pants in warm rivulets.

But Elion could not completely enjoy the sensations anymore. He had to focus on keeping himself standing.

Celeste moaned softly into his neck, the sound vibrating through his flesh, her hips bucking subtly as if looking for relief amid the frenzy.