F-Rank Puppeteer!! But I'll be Queen, and I'm not a narcissist!!!!! Chapter 134: First Night Together – Final Part (R-18)

"E-Esther..." Evelyn murmurs my na as I prepare to take her purity.

"Sothing to say?"

"...I-I’m just nervous..." she says as I slowly run my fingers along her tight slit. She shivers from the gentle contact in an adorable way, and I feel the moisture on my fingers.

"You look lovely like this," I say, sliding my finger slowly up and down. She just grips the bedsheet tightly, a sign the drink really helped her loosen up and feel better.

"..." I use two fingers to slowly part her, moving left and right to gently open the entrance to her pussy. I look down and see it’s a soft, light pink, with droplets trickling down the soft flesh.

"Hmmm." She lets out a little moan when I push a finger inside. I feel her flesh closing around it; it’s hot and soft, quite tight, and has a pleasant, warm wetness.

I move my finger inside in a calm, circular motion, feeling the softness seductively enveloping my finger. The sensation is unexpectedly good, making my heart beat faster.

Looking at Evelyn, I see she doesn’t have the courage to look down, so she just averts her gaze, feeling the sensations. I slowly remove my finger, seeing how it glistens in the light.

I rub it against another finger, watching the viscous fluid form thin strings as I pull them slightly apart. Evelyn sees this, and the blush on her face and her open mouth make it clear she wants to say sothing but can’t.

"..." To tease her, I promptly put my finger in my mouth to taste it. It’s bitter, just a bitter taste that isn’t unpleasant, but it’s not sothing one would normally taste without a real reason. Although the sexual act itself is a good enough reason to try it. This makes want to have her taste my intimate parts too, but not now, and not on this first night.

"It’s quite erotic, no doubt," I tell her with an amused smile on my face as I push two fingers inside her. She lets out a little moan as I spread my two fingers, opening her little pussy wider.

It makes a soft, wet sound that really excites , as her fluids trickle between my fingers—proof of her arousal. Soon, I see her hyn; it’s a small, thin mbrane without any little holes.

’...’ When I think about deflowering her, my mother’s voice surfaces in my head. Her explanation about blood and the desire for flesh, her voice confident, as if she were absolutely sure I would yield to instincts I’ve never felt. Her saying that without a doubt, I would feel the desire to consu flesh when I had my first taste of blood.

"..." Evelyn sees hesitating, and I myself realize that I hesitated. In my whole life, there have been few tis I’ve hesitated to do sothing. My heart races as I feel adrenaline surging.

My sense of sll sharpens, picking up the faint, sensual scent coming from her intimate parts. Along with it cos this strange sensation of awareness about her body.

’Once I taste her blood, there’s no going back...’ I move my fingers deeper inside. The rough movent and my nails scraping against the soft flesh make Evelyn let out a strange moan.

I feel my fingers touching the thin mbrane. It’s so fragile that the slightest contact seems capable of destroying it. I end up yielding to this strange instinct and move my finger forward, making the hyn stretch a little to accommodate it; it’s more elastic than I expected.

Then I push my fingers in further, and soon it ruptures, a small hole appearing in the fragile mbrane. I move my fingers, spreading them to widen the hole. This makes Evelyn let out a pained moan as I move my fingers to further perforate her hyn.

The movents naturally draw blood. I watch her virgin blood trickling down her intimate parts, mixed with her body’s fluids as they flow out. It’s not an exaggerated amount, but the sight of blood in a situation that is neither a fight, nor war, nor torture makes my heart race. The adrenaline and dopamine heighten the strange feeling of euphoria I’m experiencing.

I pull my fingers out, seeing them soiled with her blood. With a mix of personal pride, desire, and adrenaline, I put my finger in my mouth, tasting her blood.

Considering what my mother said, the most responsible thing would be not to taste Evelyn’s blood, but... I know well who I am and my limits. I won’t yield to re instincts like so irrational animal.

And out of pure spite and arrogance, I savor her blood. It has a strange sweet and tallic taste, along with the bitterness of her sexual fluids. The sweetness was a real surprise, since I’ve always heard that blood tastes salty.

I let out a sigh I didn’t even realize I was holding as I admit that the blood has a pleasant taste and that I would undoubtedly like to drink it other tis. This is clear proof that my palate was made to consu the flesh and blood of still-living bodies.

I seductively lick my fingers, completely savoring every drop of blood that coated them. Evelyn looks at with confusion and strangeness, as if this reaction were weird to have.

’The die is cast now... there’s no turning back.’ Now all that’s left is to wait. I don’t feel different for having tasted blood, but I know it’s a gradual change. I can only wait and see how my palate and brain will react to blood.

’It’s good... really, it’s very good... I need to be careful not to hurt Evelyn too much...’ I strangely feel this sensation that I must take care, as if Evelyn were too fragile and needed it.

"You taste sweet," I tell her, pushing my finger inside her again. She lets out a gasp when my finger touches deep inside.

I move my fingers gently inside her to give her pleasure. She puts her hands over her mouth to try to stop herself from moaning, but it doesn’t work well since I can still hear the sounds.

Moving my fingers up and down makes Evelyn moan louder. With that, I see she’s approaching her climax. I accelerate my fingers along with the in-and-out movent, and soon she cos, reaching her climax with a loud, escaping moan.

More of that viscous, warm liquid trickles between my fingers as I look at Evelyn’s face, seeing her blush has a beautiful hue that suits her face.

I also feel Evelyn’s magic changing slightly, showing the conclusion of her first ti. With that, I’ve already gotten what I wanted and could stop here, but I decide to continue.

Again, I lick my fingers, savoring the slight taste of blood mixed with that bitter fluid. Then I pull her panties all the way down and off her legs, which allows to spread her legs completely.

"W-What! W-Wait, I’m sensitive..." Evelyn speaks in a whiny tone as I spread her legs and turn her onto her side. I sit on her thigh and move forward while holding her other leg and placing it over my shoulder.

The position leaves sitting on her while our intimate parts touch. Evelyn looks like she’s dying of embarrassnt as I feel how I’m also completely wet.

’I really got sexually aroused by her... this is... not so bad, actually...’ Our intimate parts touch in a lewd "kiss" as I begin to move and gently grind my hips back and forth, dragging our intimate parts against each other.

"Evelyn, we’ll only stop when the sun rises or when you’re no longer conscious, whichever cos first, is fine with . So just enjoy the mont," I say while skillfully rubbing myself against her.

The friction generates a slight pleasure in that isn’t enough for a climax, but it’s pleasant enough to make more aroused. However, Evelyn, who seems more sensitive, trembles with the movent.

The droplets of sweat slowly trickling down her body, illuminated by the room’s lights, make her body seem even more seductive and delicious to tease.

"Hmm..." She lets out a timid moan as she leaves everything to .

"Aah..." She lets out a mix between a little scream and a sound of pain when I bite her thigh—not hard enough to injure, but hard enough to leave a teeth mark. I lick the area before speaking.

"I’m marking my property. Not that anyone will see, but I still think it’s good this way," I say while licking the mark. With the friction of our intimate parts, Evelyn reaches another climax, arching forward.

Her hips instinctively begin to move, seeking more pleasure and stability as I rub myself more against her. I feel we are getting closer, and I like it.

Strangely, the feeling of closeness between the two of us gives a warmth in my heart that I’ve never felt before.

’Could this be happiness?... I like this feeling...’ It’s not linked to the sexual act; it’s a deeper sensation that I’m finally truly connecting with soone like , and I really like this warm feeling.

’I hope... things just get better from this point on...’ I hug her thigh, increasing my pace, which makes her whole body tremble and her make a lewd face that puts a smile on my own.