Alina approached the trembling woman, her fangs aching with anticipation. The woman's chest heaved with sobs, her delicate skin glistening under the ethereal red glow. Alina's breaths came in hot, heavy pants, her eyes locked onto the quivering column of the woman's neck. As she approached the woman, she gave her a sharp gaze.
[Elf Mage - Lvl. 30]
[Warning! You Are Close To Dying! BP Can't Be Added To Self]
[Tips: You Need To Drink Blood]
"St-t-tay back, I'm armed," the elf warned.
She was indeed, not armed. Still, she's a mage. She might as well chant a spell using her own hand.
Alina then slapped herself out of the thought, what would be the difference between her and a beast if she bit down this elf's neck without her consent? However, her BP wouldn't cure her now. What was the next best way besides sucking a woman's blood?
"Listen," Alina began, her voice softer now, alongside clenching her bleeding abdomen. "I'm not here to harm you, but right now, I need blood, please."
The elf mage, still trembling, met Alina's gaze, her fear mingling with her curiosity. "You want my blood?"
"Yes," Alina admitted. "Without it, I don't know if I can survive. I'm begging you."
After a moment that stretched into eternity, the elf mage nodded, a fragile gesture of assent that was nonetheless a lifeline for Alina. "Do what you must," she said softly, resigning herself to the strange fate that had brought her to this crossroads with a vampire on the brink of death.
Without a word, Alina reached out, her fingers ghosting over the woman's shoulder, drawing her in. The woman's eyes widened, but she was ensnared by Alina's intense gaze, unable to move, unable to resist. Alina's tongue darted out, tracing a searing path along the woman's jugular, tasting the salt of her fear.
With a sudden, tender movement, Alina brushed the woman's hair aside, exposing the pulsing vein beneath. Her lips parted, and she pressed them against the soft skin, feeling the rush of blood just beneath. The woman gasped, a mix of fear and unexpected arousal, as Alina's fangs sank into her flesh.
A moan escaped the woman's lips as Alina drank deeply, the rich, coppery taste of blood filling her mouth, igniting her senses. Each gulp was a surge of life, a dance of power and submission between predator and prey. Alina held the woman close, her hands roaming over her body.
The woman's initial resistance melted into a helpless surrender, her body arching into Alina's embrace, her blood-sweet nectar that Alina could not, deny herself. The opening suddenly was filled with the sound of Alina's fervent feeding and the woman's breathy whimpers.
Slowly but surely, the blood flowed through to Alina's mouth and she started drinking it, savoring it, getting the feeling of the power flowing through her mouth. Her BP regenerated rapidly, the bar increased almost instantly. As she continued to drink the blood, she put her hand on top of her bloody abdomen.
Hostia Reconstructio.
As she continued to drink the blood, a profound sense of warmth spread from the palm of her hand, seeping into the deep wounds across her abdomen. The spell, powered by the blood now coursing through her veins, worked its magic intricately, mending torn flesh and knitting together severed tissues.
The elf mage, caught in the throes of a terrifying yet mesmerizing experience, found her fear gradually giving way to a strange sense of peace. She no longer fought back, but instead, she embraced the strange pleasure as lightheadedness began to set in. She couldn't resist the feeling anymore.
The previously filled BP bar degraded slowly even though she was filling it up with the elven blood, indicating that Hostia Reconstructio required a lot of it. She continued using the spell as every single internal organ was mended meticulously.
Alina couldn't realize that blood was this good, maybe there was a strange chemical process being involved, but it was like drinking the most expensive cabernet she could afford. Or an expensive cocktail.
She could feel the elf's breath. Her soft breath turned into a soft pant and she could feel her heart beat faster than usual.
SHIT.
As Alina's fangs withdrew, leaving behind a pair of puncture wounds that seemed to close almost as quickly as they had been made, the woman found herself enveloped in a gentle embrace, her breathing slowly stabilizing, then, she felt unconscious under Alina's gentle embrace.
Did I just kill her?
Alina then grabbed her wrist, she could still feel the pulse going strong on her body. She wasn't dead. Still, what just happened? Vampire sickness? She wasn't sure what happened to her, but she wouldn't leave her alone there. All of a sudden, another interface showed up.
[Ilya Meyer - Elven Magical Marksman - Lvl. 30]
DPS - ■■■■
Durability - ■
Mana - ■■■■■
[Status: Generally Healthy - Under Bloodsucker Sickness For 5 Minutes]
She's probably fine, I guess?
[Level Up 1→6 | 25 Skill Points Have Been Added]
Right, while waiting for her to wake up, why don't I distribute my skill points?
[Alina Lisbell - Lesser Sanguine Wacleric of Ingrid] [BP: 15,600] [25 SP Available]
Class: Warcleric - Lvl. 6
Strength: 95
Agility: 25
Perception: 30
Vitality: 90
Aptitude: 60
General Skills: [Blood Inventory] [Bloody Swing] [Magnifier] [Diagnose] [Blitz] [Hostia Reconstructio] [Regeneration]
General Perks: [Illussion of Weight] [Sanguine Warhealer] [Vampiric Charm]
Alina thought for a second. Her class depended on two things, at the very least, using the sheer brute force of her strength and her healing and offensive spell. The best stats to increase would be aptitude and strength. Strangely enough, even 90 vitality wasn't enough to dissuade the wolf from turning her inside out.
[Alina Lisbell - Lesser Sanguine Wacleric of Ingrid] [BP: 15,600]
Class: Warcleric - Lvl. 6
Strength: 110
Agility: 25
Perception: 30
Vitality: 90
Aptitude: 70
General Skills: [Blood Inventory] [Bloody Swing II] [Magnifier] [Diagnose] [Blitz V] [Hostia Reconstructio I] [Regeneration]
General Perks: [Illussion of Weight] [Sanguine Warhealer] [Vampiric Charm]
"Alright, now to wait for this woman to wake up."