The silence in the cavern stretched, broken only by the hum of ancient magic.
The witch's face remained buried in the pillow, her words hanging in the air.
A few moments Before...
"We... I mean, you and me... Argh—fuck it! We need to have sex. That's all,"
She huffed, her voice muffled but laced with a clear mix of embarrassment and frustration.
Alright.
I re-wound my memory, sifting through the conversation one more time.
The "danger" she mentioned. The heavy sigh, her pale face, the desperate hope.
And then... that.
Why is sex dangerous? I pondered, a faint wave of confusion washing over me.
Is she one of those who fears sex?
But honestly the thought was not foreign to me.
I had gone through a similar experience in a way— having to fear girls because of that one incident.
A sense of genuine sympathy stirred within me.
"In that case, I can't let you suffer anymore. We have to get this over quickly,"
I said, a sense of urgency in my tone.
"Hurry up, remove your clothes so we can rush with the treatment."
Yes, it's for her own good.
I assured myself, my mind is already calculating the quickest way to proceed.
And it's definitely not because she is hot and sexy and my Incubus blood is screaming to bed her.
Yes, definitely not that.
Umu Umu
"YOU DON'T GET IT!" she exclaimed, the force of her words nearly made her collapse.
I supported her, my hands on her shoulders, and asked "Why do you fear sex so much? Or is it that you don't accept me as your husband?"
I was genuinely curious.
The idea of us being comrades in a forced marriage, united by our shared annoyance, was a surprisingly comforting thought.
But she shook her head, her eyes wide with desperate truth.
"That's not it. I don't dislike you.
Yes, it's not ideal to be married to a total stranger, but since you saved me from that trash
I couldn't possibly hate you."
Her confession was sincere, but there was still a hesitation in her eyes, a deep-seated fear.
"But if you get more closer to me, you could die." She had tears in her eyes and held my hand tightly.
"Witches are cursed from birth to never have love. Whenever a witch has a relationship with a man, the man would be cursed and have his mana drained from him until he dies."
"You can feel it right? Even now, your mana is draining and being absorbed by me."
Now that she said it, I did feel it.
It was subtle, but there was a constant, almost imperceptible pull on my energy, a slow leak I had mistaken for the exhaustion from the fight.
But you mean I'd be playing with my life if I have sex with her?
Wait...
"Hey, is my duty to you becoming cursed to be your mana battery?" I asked, my voice a whisper.
She paused, unable to say a word. Her silence was my answer.
My duty as her husband, the very thing meant to save her, would kill me anyway.
No matter what I did, my mana would drain and be absorbed until I died.
Fuck!!!!
"Alright, fuck it.
I don't care anymore.
I'm going to bed you anyway." I abandoned all pretense of thought.
What happens, will happen.
Yes, I definitely am not horny for her sexy legs.
I assured myself again.
Yeah, definitely not for this blonde sexy witch with beautiful blue eyes and huge tits with a witch outfit and garter belt.
Yes, definitely not.
I was just betting on the most likely path to survival, that's all.
"Did you hear—" she started, but I cut her off, locking her lips with mine and pushing her gently onto the bed.
An unknown energy, a magical force I didn't even know I had, began to decrease at an alarming rate as I kissed her.
Yes, this won't be easy, I guess.
I already felt weak.
But I wouldn't give up.
My incubus and vampire features emerged, my eyes turning red, and thick briar vines snaked out, wrapping protectively around the bed.
I left her lips with a trail of saliva connecting us, and asked with my new hungry gaze,
"Well, before we consummate our marriage, care to tell me your fair name?"
She huffed for breath, a little lost, but eventually calmed down and pouted.
"It's Alicia, Alicia Walpurgis, but don't blame me for your death later, okay?"
After telling me her name, she didn't resist. On the contrary, she hugged me tighter and kissed me.
I felt a surge of energy coursing through my veins as I kissed Alicia, the magical force within me draining rapidly.
It was a strange sensation, both exhilarating and terrifying, as if a vital part of myself was being siphoned away.
When I finally broke the kiss, I was left feeling weak and drained, my limbs heavy and sluggish.
But there was no time to dwell on my deteriorating condition the ritual demanded completion.
Alicia's eyes fluttered open, her gaze hazy with desire and confusion.
She looked up at me with a mix of concern and resignation as she took in my incubus features and the protective vines that now surrounded us.
"My name is Valerian Your Supposed Husband Apparantly,"
I said with a chuckle to lighten the mood
"I Know And you should hurry up or we both die in vain" she said solemnly wasting my effort in lightening the mood.
"In that case I got an Idea just You won't mind if I suck your blood since you are draining my Mana"
I wrapped the vines gently around Alicia, pulling her close as I prepared to absorb her blood.
She stiffened slightly at first, a flicker of fear crossing her face, but then she relaxed into my embrace.
"It's... it's alright," she murmured, tilting her head to the side and exposing the delicate column of her neck.
"Take what you need."
With a low growl, I sank my fangs into her soft flesh, piercing the skin with ease.
Alicia gasped at the initial pain, but soon her breath hitched with pleasure as I began to drink.
Her blood was rich and sweet, coursing through my veins like liquid fire.
With each swallow, I felt my strength returning, the weakness fading away.
The vines tightened around us, pulsing with a newfound vitality that mirrored my own.
Alicia's hands gripped my shoulders tightly as she rode out the waves of sensation.
Her heart raced beneath my lips, pounding in time with mine.
As I continued to feed from Alicia, my hands began to roam over her body, exploring every curves and contours
I started with her hips, squeezing the firm flesh possessively before sliding up to her waist.
"Ahnhnn~ mmhh~"
Alicia shuddered beneath my touch, her breath coming in short gasps as I traced the swell of her breasts through the fabric of her dress.
Unable to resist any longer, I tore the garment away, revealing the creamy skin and generous mounds that lay beneath.
Her breasts were even more magnificent than I had imagined full and heavy, with rosy nipples that begged to be tasted.
I cupped her breasts in my hands, marveling at their weight and softness.
Alicia arched into my touch, a low moan escaping her lips as I kneaded the tender flesh.
Her nipples hardened beneath my palms.
Alicia's breasts, bouncing slightly with the sudden movement.
I lowered my head, capturing one rosy peak between my lips and sucking greedily.
Alicia cried out, her fingers tangling in my hair as she held me to her chest.
I lavished attention on her breasts, switching between them as I licked and sucked and bit at the sensitive skin.
My hands continued their exploration, sliding down to grip her hips and pull her body against me.
As I continued my sensual assault on Alicia's body,
With each touch, each kiss, each suckle of her sweet flesh
I could feel my mana draining away but at the same time, the briar's ability of blood conversion that flowed through my veins seemed to pulse with renewed vigor.
It was as if the very act of exploring her curves and pleasuring her senses was recharging my own vitality.
The more I indulged in her body, the stronger I became.
Alicia's cries of pleasure echoed through the room as I worshipped her breasts with my mouth and hands.
Her skin flushed a deep pink, her chest heaving with each ragged breath.
She writhed beneath me, her hips lifting to grind against the growing bulge in my trousers.
I could feel my own arousal reaching fever pitch, the desire to claim her completely consuming every thought.
But I held back, determined to savor this moment to wring every last drop of pleasure from our joining before finally sealing our bond.
My hands slid down to Alicia's thighs, pushing them apart as I settled between them.
She looked up at me with hooded eyes, her lips parted and glistening with saliva.
"Be gentle Okay It's my first" She whispered like a mosquito
Yeah don't worry I am a veteren in popping cherries now
The third one is about to be deflowered...