Harem System In A fantasy World - Chapter 147: Deep Thirst

Chapter 147: Deep Thirst

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

Twenty-five minutes. Elion’s arms hung heavy, breath coming in shallow gasps. Liora’s shouts blurred into background noise.

Finally, at the thirty-minute mark, the slurping ceased. Celeste’s fangs retracted with a soft pop, her tongue giving one last swipe over the twin punctures, sealing them with vampiric saliva.

She unwrapped her legs from his waist, sliding down his back until her feet touched the tile. Her naked body peeled away, small breasts bouncing lightly as she stepped aside, leaving him swaying.

Elion looked pale; his skin looked ashen under the artificial lighting. His vitality had plummeted from 1050 to a measly 150, the system blaring: [Critical low. Rest advised.]

He struggled to stay upright, one hand gripping the bath’s edge; he hunched low as he caught his ragged breath.

The bite marks throbbed dully, but worse was the lethargy weighing his limbs like lead. Celeste stood to the side, her crimson eyes blinking slowly as awareness returned.

She glanced around the bathhouse, disoriented, the steam curling lazily now. Spotting Liora, she nodded faintly, calm recognition flickering in thanks.

Then her gaze shifted to Elion, who was hunched and panting, and concern creased her brow.

Finally, she looked down at herself, taking in her nude form in all its glory: her pale skin glistening with bathwater and sweat, her small breasts with the pink nipples still erect, her flat stomach leading to the neatly trimmed dark curls above her pussy.

Her expression shifted in waves—first embarrassment flushing her cheeks, then rage tightening her jaw, shame widening her eyes as if on the verge of tears.

It settled on deep embarrassment, especially when she looked down at herself again and noticed the trickle of juices falling from her pink pussy lips, sliding down her inner thighs in shiny trails.

Her gaze dropped further, spotting the sleek wetness of her juices soaking a dark spot on Elion’s back, right where her folds had ground against him.

Her mouth gaped open, the pieces clicking into place—the instinctive humping, the slick mess she’d left on him during the feeding.

“Y-you-you-you…’”The words stammered out, incoherent, her voice a hoarse whisper. As if suddenly remembering her nakedness, she snapped her left hand down to cover her little pussy, her fingers pressing over the damp folds.

Her right arm crossed her chest, shielding her small breasts, especially the sensitive nipples that peeked between her forearm and elbow.

Elion turned his face toward her then, despite the exhaustion. His cock strained visibly against his pants, a clear bulge tenting the fabric.

His face was flushed from the blood loss, his eyes looked heavy and lethargic, but for some reason, he smiled—a weak, genuine curve of his lips.

He raised a shaky thumb in approval and spoke, the words tumbling out before he could stop them. “You have a very deep thirst, Celeste.”

He didn’t know what gave him the gall to say something like that in such a situation. But it was too late to take his words back.

The blush on her face erupted into a fierce red of pure anger. Before Liora could react or Elion process his slip, Celeste moved—her vampiric speed blurring her form.

Her hand cracked across his cheek in a sharp slap, the sound echoing like thunder in the bathhouse.

The force sent him flying backward, his body tumbling into the bath with a massive splash. Water surged over the edges as he sank beneath the surface.

Liora could only look with wide eyes as all of this was happening. HOW had things come to this?

…

It wasn’t long before the three of them were sitting awkwardly in the lounge.

The extravagant black couches with plush red cushions suddenly felt far less comfortable than they had earlier.

The heat in the room had stabilized, the steam long gone, and in the bath, the bathwater had returned to a calm, glassy surface.

The entire space looked refined and peaceful again, as though nothing chaotic had happened.

Liora had explained the situation while Elion was in the adjoining room changing out of his soaked uniform.

Unfortunately, he didn’t exactly keep spare clothes in Celeste’s dorm, so he returned wearing nothing but a white bathing towel secured around his waist.

His toned upper body was completely uncovered, exposing his abs and chest, the faint droplets of water still clinging to his skin and tracing slow lines down his chest.

He looked far healthier now than right after being almost sucked dry by the greedy vampire. A situation like this might have made him flustered once.

Now, he was far past that stage. In fact, he wasn’t even angry; he couldn’t bring himself to be angry about how things had turned out at the end.

At most, he was mildly irritated.

The one who looked truly uncomfortable was Celeste. She was the most flustered of the two girls. It was very unlike her cold and composed self.

She sat stiffly at the edge of the couch in a loose nightgown that hung lightly around her small frame.

Her fingers twisted nervously in the thin fabric resting on her lap, and her crimson eyes refused to settle anywhere for long.

It didn’t help that every time she dared to glance toward him, her gaze would land on his neck.

On the two small puncture marks her fangs had left behind.

They were still visible. Clear and unmistakable. She had marked him! The thought alone sent her mind reeling, thinking of the consequences. And only she truly understood what that meant.

Her throat tightened.

She didn’t even have the courage to bring it up. In fact, she could barely gather her thoughts at all. Her mind felt scrambled, her usual composure shattered.

It didn’t help that she could so vividly remember the exquisite taste of his blood despite the half-conscious state she was in at the time.

Just the thought of it ignited a deep thirst within her once again. Maybe if she could remember herself humping Elion as vividly as she remembered the taste of his blood, she might have been worried about that instead.

Lucky for her, Elion had been forced to focus on something else instead of enjoying her humping him the whole time.

Get a grip!

Celeste screamed at herself internally.

This wasn’t like her. She was supposed to be calm! Reserved! And in control of her emotions and all times!

Why was she so flustered by him?

Even if she had been in the wrong—even if she had attacked him in a blood-crazed state—she shouldn’t be this shaken. She should have already apologized. Explained herself and reclaimed her dignity!

Or at least made up an excuse using the argument that she was not in the right state of mind. But every time she opened her mouth, the words died before forming.

It must be the aftereffects of the bloodline awakening. She thought.

Yes.

That had to be it.

Her evolution had destabilized her emotions. That was the only logical explanation. There was no other reason she would react this way.

She clung to that conclusion tightly.