She finally raised her eyes to him, and Strax saw something different in her gaze - it wasn't just hunger or desire, but a dangerous obsession that seemed to consume her every thought. This woman... had such a powerful sense of smell that right now, her lust for blood was almost taking over her mind completely, with just the smell of blood.
"Your blood is incredible," she said, almost as if she were trying to justify her behavior to herself. "There's something about it... something that calls... that grabs me." She commented as she looked at the blood that was beginning to disappear.
Strax smiled, trying to remain calm. "For someone who wasn't interested in me, you seem to have changed your mind pretty quickly, don't you?" Strax joked, he couldn't let her do whatever she wanted anymore, especially with the look on her face.
Bela blinked a few times, as if trying to regain control. She let go of his arm abruptly and stood up, moving away a few steps very quickly. "Keep practicing the grip I taught you, I need... Rest for a while..." she said, her voice still unsteady, it sounded like she was going to break down at any second.
"I... need to get out of here. "Bela suddenly used her vampiric speed to disappear from the courtyard in a blur, crossing the corridors of the mansion like a sick, crazed shadow...
"What the fuck happened here?" Strax wondered as he stood up and his wound continued to heal slowly...
[You have received the negative status <Painful Wounds> for the first time! This status does not allow healing to be performed quickly, healing decreased by 80%]
Strax read the message in confusion, it was the first time he had heard of negative statuses... "Well, that should stop Jaja. Now... what caused it?" He wondered and the System quickly answered him.
[Origin: Black Rose of Scarlet Thorns]
"Huh? When?" He asked and his eyes began to search for something that looked like a flower. He looked all over the place and finally found something...
"This... little flower?" he asked, it was at least 15 centimeters tall, and had several thorns with red tips...
"I'll keep this, it might come in handy at some point." He said, throwing the flower into his <Inventory>.
He then put some of these flowers away and finally sat down to rest again, and of course, in the meantime...
In a matter of seconds, Bela was in her room. Without hesitation, she turned the key in the lock and leaned against the door, breathing heavily as she continued to smell the scent of Blood non-stop.
"What was that? I've never felt anything like this in my life," she said aloud, putting her hand on her heart, which was beating as fast as drums.
The smell of Strax's blood was still in her nostrils, intense and impossible to ignore. She ran her tongue over her lips, as if she could still taste something she had never tasted before. Her mind was in chaos; conflicting thoughts mingled, and her typical awkward, indifferent composure had disappeared in the face of this new obstacle... All this was then suddenly replaced...
"..." She was silent for a while as she thought about what she had just done, in fact, her whole body was still on fire and she was already considering simply getting up and going over to him, so that he could put out her fire, but she quickly stopped her thoughts...
"Daniela and Cassandra... they're already his wives," she muttered, biting her lower lip lightly. His thoughts returned to that moment, his blood... and his breathing became heavier for a moment. "I can't... be his wife too, can I? I could prove that..."
The thought seemed ridiculous, but at the same time, impossible to ignore. Bela had always been the most practical, the coolest when it came to emotional matters. She prided herself on her rationality, but now, her mind was filled with images of him, his teasing smile, the way he fought, the words he said to completely disarm her without even realizing it and, above all, his Blood.
"Don't be an idiot, Bela," she muttered to herself, rubbing her forehead as if to erase the thoughts. "You're not like Cassandra or Daniela. This is just... a reaction to his blood, that's all. Nothing more."
But even as she said it, she knew she was lying to herself. Strax was different. Not just because he was human, or because of the way he could face them without flinching, but because of the simple fact that, somehow, he seemed to see her as no one else did. With him, there were no titles, no heavy expectations.
"I won't give in to that," he muttered again, crossing his arms and raising his chin as if to reinforce his determination. But the voice in his head was treacherous, whispering doubts.
"If you're not going to give in, why is your body still shaking with pleasure while the whole bed is dirty with your love juice?"
Bela took a deep breath, trying to calm down. She needed a plan, she needed a distraction. Perhaps training Strax more intensely was the solution. Keeping him so focused that he didn't have time to... to mess with her head like that. Yes, that could work.
"Shit... I'm going to end up masturbating again if I keep this up..." she muttered to herself, looking at her pussy getting even wetter.
With a sigh of resignation, Bela slid a hand between her legs, feeling the heat and wetness gathering there. She ran a finger down her already soaked slit, parting her lips and exposing her throbbing clitoris.
"No, I can't do this now!" she told herself, but the words sounded empty even to herself. "But if it were him..."
Curiosity about what it would be like to have Strax's lips sucking on her clit took over her mind. She could almost feel Strax hot, skillful tongue exploring every inch of her pussy, teasing her until she couldn't stand it any longer.
Bela let her thumb circle the sensitive spot while other fingers played with the honeyed lips, spreading the moisture all over the area. She bit her lower lip as she felt waves of pleasure spread through her body.
"No... I can't do this..." she whispered, even though her fingers were already deep in her pussy, running up and down the soft inner walls. Her breathing became heavy, her nipples hardened, begging for attention.
"Shit... I'm going to come again if you keep this up..." She said between gasps, her thumb rubbing in quick circles over her swollen clitoris. The sensations intensified more and more until she reached her limit, her whole body shaking with the force of the orgasm.
Only after minutes did she return to normal, still panting and her vision blurred with ecstasy. If this were to happen again, she would have to find a way to resist. But deep down, she wasn't sure she wanted to resist...