Blood Awakening: The Strongest Hybrid and His Vampire Bride

Her blood carried a sweet, addictive taste—golden and divine. A bizarre taste different from anything Nikolai tasted. His fangs sank into her pale neck. Clara's lips trembled as she uttered a lovely cry, pressing them together, attempting to muffle the sound.

"Brother, Nikolai." Her quivering voice failed to reach his ears, for he could only focus on the ambrosia flooding his throat.

Delicious.

He wrapped both arms around her, squeezing tightly.

A mixture of hunger and desire.

The wet sound of his lips sucking on her neck echoed in the empty apartment, nobody to stop as their bodies slammed against the wall. Thud! Her heart pounded, faster, faster... his hands gripped her hips, fingers sinking into her soft flesh.

"Brother..... Brother.... It's strange."

She cried out, a sense of pleasure that confused her senses as Nikolai's touch, scent, and taste overwhelmed her body.

A young fairy's blood, too addictive, too delicious.

Nikolai's hands pushed her against the wall with such force that it almost shattered, leaving behind dust, dirt, and broken wood on the floor.

Hot sighs slipped past her lovely red lips as she nibbled the edge of her tongue. Clara's body trembled, unaware, unsure of these intense sensations that flowed through her body.

He was no better.

The golden nectar, the blood of a fairy, drove him half insane; sucking, biting, groping and devouring every drop, licked clean. "My body feels hot." Clara's voice only spurred him on as he clamped down harder.

"Ngh."

Nikolai's throat burned from the moment he swallowed the first droplets. The burn was so pleasant; he sought to engulf his entire body in flames. Golden flames of pure bliss. He slipped both hands along her spine, teasing the fairies back, tapping her gently.

He thrust his knee between her thighs, lifting and parting them... the soft blue sundress sliding up her hips, exposing her black lingerie.

With a low slurp, his mouth slipped from her neck, threads of saliva tinged with blood glued to his lips and the swollen red marks. He soaked her neck in saliva, dragging his tongue across her pale skin as if to avoid wasting any blood.

"You taste amazing, Clara... can I have more? Will you let me drink more?"

Clara's eyes widened, her head pushed back against the wall, his hands slipped inside her dress, a warmth like nothing before, consumed her in a blazing torrent of unfamiliar feelings and desires.

"Nn.....!?" She nodded, leaning to the opposite side, her hands gripping Nikolai's back before digging in her nails. "Be gentle..."

Nikolai cupped her cheeks, squishing the soft meat while smiling at her distorted smile.

"I promise."

He leaned closer, his hot breath blowing against her cheeks as his fangs punctured the untouched side of her neck.

"O....Oh."

The excitement of her lovely cry, a moan and gasping breath blended into an alluring call. It drove Nikolai mad. Unable to hold back, he spread his hands around her buttocks, and he lifted her in the air. Her heat seeped into his body through his palms; the feel of her plump, squishy meat felt divine as his fingers sank deeper.

In a rut of passion, he bit harder, fangs pushing deeper, blood spurting from the wounds.

"Agh... Nikolai.... Mm....?"

What followed the sharp pain was pleasure, the comfortable feeling of his tongue dancing along the wounds, numbing the throbbing ache. In its place, a cool... comforting tingle that flowed through her body like iced water.

Their bodies rolled across the wall, knocking down tables, crushing fallen objects as her back slammed against a door. The door to Nikolai's room. Thud! Thud! With two forceful bangs, the door snapped open, their bodies falling inside.

He gripped her tight, dark finger-shaped marks now branding her pale butt.

Slurp! Once again, he pulled back, lips stained with a golden hue, her head flung back from the pleasure she endured. The feeling of his fangs sinking and retracting from her flesh brought a pressure that melted her mind.

Nikolai's eyes shimmered with a golden light.

He held her in the air, legs wrapped around his waist... her crotch pressed tight against his abdomen, the slight warmth and dampness igniting his hunger after he desperately quenched it.

"Haa....Haa....It's strange, my body tingles all over... and my stomach feels so hot." Clara's black eyes glistened like obsidian, no deceit, only an immature bliss. She gazed down at his face with an ethereal gleam. "More!" Maybe the first time she ever felt this strange emptiness, or hunger.

Nikolai's eyes dimmed the black orbs a different shade, like the void which would devour all that it might gaze upon. "If we go further. I won't be able to hold back... can't you feel it?" His voice sounded like a beast's growl.

Yet Clara's big eyes opened wider, confusion at first... then something hot, hard and fat... pushed against her hips. She looked stunned for a moment as it rubbed against her, but she knew what it meant.

"Isn't this what we both wanted from the start?"

For a moment, her voice and tone seemed alien, something different, something mature.

As if the fairy suddenly turned into a bewitching nymph.

He watched her with a stern gaze, stepping closer and closer to his bed, the scent of lavender and vanilla spreading through the oil diffuser on the bedside table.

Nikolai's hands slowly caressed her as if to test her mettle, wanting to know if she truly understood, because from the moment he tasted her blood. His body and mind only desired one thing.

To devour her.

Drink her until dry.

She must become his.

Rejection wasn't allowed.

He wanted nothing but Clara.

"I won't stop even if you beg or scream."

A moment of silence followed, yet she smiled.

"Nn! It's something I've been waiting a long time for."

Before he could react, she removed her dress, tossed it aside like a piece of trash, revealing her naked body.

Clara's breasts weren't huge. Two plump mounds bounced gently, their soft and rounded shape jiggling as she pushed them together with both arms. She closed her eyes while leaning back to reveal her pristine neck as her chest thrummed.

"Nikolai, do you like what you see?"

An unblemished figure, like a divine avatar born from purity, the faint gold hue shimmering as it leaked from the four puncture marks.

Nikolai's member throbbed in response, his heart pumping blood to his shaft, which swelled further, pushing between the fluffy cheeks of the fairy.

"Can't you already tell the answer to that question?" His words remained low and grainy as if struggling to speak with a sore throat. In reality, he was trying to avoid losing control and biting her throat and tearing it apart.

"Hehe."

A simple laugh, almost cute and innocent. If not for Clara's hands, which reached beneath her hips and began to caress his half-exposed crown, the sticky heat and pulsing swell smeared his juices across her palms.

"It's really big."

"It can get bigger."

Clara's smile distorted to his words, a twisted yet blissful smile, as she gripped onto him, squeezing and caressing his head.

When she unzipped his pants, even Nikolai didn't notice... his boxers were damp with a dense amount of precum as if he had already climaxed inside them.

"Then..." Clara pressed her lips against Nikolai's ear, her hot breath taunting, seducing him further with each huff and low pant. "Why don't you show me?"

"Then I will punish the naughty fairy."

Nikolai lifted her body, his thumbs slipped between her panties and skin, sliding around her waist, as he shifted them down her thighs, letting them roll off one leg, and dangle from her foot.

"I'm so scared, what should I do?"

Clara's eyes shimmered with a golden light as her sweet scent spread through the room.

He gripped both sides of her waist, then flung her onto the bed, her body bouncing as the last piece of her clothing dropped to the floor, damp with a dark stain from the honey oozing from her slippery entrance.

A pristine woman appeared.

Soft pink lips coated in a dense, sticky honey which leaked from her opening.

"You are too beautiful to exist."

"...."

She watched him from the bed, his big, muscular body looming over her as he touched his pants and yanked them open fully... "it" flopped out, like a brutal weapon she couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

Both intoxicated with the atmosphere as she stroked her thighs, before lifting them inch by inch, until exposing her soft pink hole, both legs pulled apart as far as possible.

"Really...?"

"Yeah."

Clara narrowed her eyes as his cock bounced, almost like dancing, but she could feel the lust and hunger directed at her.

A jolt of excitement shot through her body as she gripped her inner thighs and spread her petals to reveal her most delicate and obscene parts.

She smiled like a vixen.

"Then prove it."

She spread her slit to the limit.

The fairy's eyes changed, and she spoke with a sickly, seductive tone.

"Destroy me, push this pure and untouched being beneath you, crush me with that huge body, and gouge my insides with your brutal weapon.

Don't you want me to be yours?"