The unconscious Liliya was truly beautiful.
Her skin, crystal clear and flawless like white jade, rose and fell softly with her breathing, and her sleeping face, serene in slumber after falling unconscious…
Just looking at her, Rosalia’s breathing began to quicken.
Pretending to be normal was exhausting.
Clearly, she was not the type to care for others, yet she forced herself to act like a good owner in front of Liliya, gentle and considerate of her little pet.
She was already starting to regret it—why hadn’t she chosen to preserve Liliya’s memories in the first place?
If she had, she could do whatever she pleased to her, watching Liliya’s emotions collapse, her eyes becoming hollow, turning into a living doll to be plucked at will.
That must have been truly wonderful.
But, unfortunately…
If she really had done that, Liliya would undoubtedly be ruined by her, turned into a disposable plaything.
And then, just how much time would she have to waste looking for her again?
What a bother.
She could easily do anything she wanted—if she felt like it, killing everyone in a city wouldn’t even be difficult—so why, when it came to Liliya, did she always restrain herself?
She licked her lips, her fingers lightly tracing Liliya’s lower belly, feeling the gentle, smooth curve, her gaze lingering on the delicate navel.
Unable to resist, she leaned in close, softly breathing in the scent upon her skin.
Sweet—like the aroma of oranges.
Liliya always thought Rosalia carried a faint, fresh fragrance, never knowing that her body, specially remade by Rosalia, naturally exuded a scent potent enough to drive any vampire mad.
Every inch of her skin, every drop of her blood, had been attuned to Rosalia’s favorite flavor.
It was manageable for Rosalia herself, but for another vampire—or even an ordinary person—the scent did not evoke the urge to protect, only to…
Violate.
Her very existence was a mistake: the most beautiful appearance paired with a body bearing a curse-like allure. Even if Liliya were to escape one day, there would be few places in the world that could take her in.
There was only one place she could belong, and that was Rosalia’s castle.
Thinking this, Rosalia couldn’t help but curve her lips into a smile, her gaze toward Liliya filling with a sickly longing.
You cannot run away, Liliya. Otherwise, you will know only pain.
She looked over at the nearby dining table, using a fork to place a piece of now-cold steak onto Liliya’s lower belly. Watching the juices slide off the steak, spreading a sheen over Liliya’s skin.
Even more delicious.
What a pity—now was not the most delicious moment. Even if she wanted a taste, she had to do it like this, only when Liliya was asleep.
Maybe someday, when Liliya fully trusted her, she could feast on her at any time.
Truly a shame.
She finished the steak quickly, her every move as elegant as ever—even the textbooks in the Kingdom couldn’t describe a movement as graceful as Rosalia’s at this moment.
When the steak was gone, only a slick of oil and Liliya’s blood, mixed within it, was left.
She regretted again, wondering why she had made Liliya so delicious. It forced her to restrain her desires every time she looked at her, lest she frighten her memoryless little pet into a breakdown.
What a shame.
She brought her finger, slick with oil and blood, to her lips and licked gently.
Truly…delicious.
Her breath quickened once more.
She leaned down so her face hovered above Liliya’s lower belly, her hot breath brushing against the navel, causing another shiver to run through her.
A soft pink tongue slipped from her lips, touching the smooth, delicate skin, finally coaxing a sticky, dreamy whimper from the sleeping Liliya.
Rosalia didn’t stop until every last drop of blood was licked clean from Liliya’s belly, and even then, she still felt unsatisfied.
She dipped her finger in the red jam atop a cake and smeared it over Liliya’s lips. Her movements were meticulous, as if sculpting a fragile work of art.
When Liliya’s cherry lips were finally painted a vivid red, shimmering with alluring luster beneath the pearly light, she stopped, trailing her finger down to Liliya’s collarbone, leaving a brilliant red streak.
The faint rustling sound came again as Rosalia’s clothes—slipped off. Her once pale skin now blushed with color, and as her breathing grew more ragged, the change intensified.
She only stopped when she bit down hard on her own pinky, regaining a moment of clarity.
So beautiful.
Rosalia could no longer suppress the flutter in her heart. All she could think about was her delicious little pet.
If she devoured her now, what a marvelous thing that would be.
She pressed her body against Liliya’s, her dainty feet nudging aside the cake. Sticky cream clung to her toes and, through their contact, smeared unique traces across Liliya’s skin.
White, red, dotted with pieces of strawberry. All of it mingled between their legs, and when Rosalia squeezed Liliya’s thighs together, sweet, sticky red oozed forth.
She’d thought she might lose control, tear her little pet apart in a frenzy, and then, after a decade or so, seek out Liliya again to bring her back.
But…
When her lips touched Liliya’s, her movements grew gentle.
The jam was far too sweet, ill-suited for Liliya.
She remembered a long, long time ago—one of the many Liliyas—her lips then bore no jam, only a gentle sweetness.
That was the true delicacy.
When every trace of jam was licked from Liliya’s lips, Rosalia stared at her, dazed.
She really liked Liliya, liked her so much that even when hunger tormented her near madness, she could only kiss her with that kind of tenderness.
She told herself that if she wanted Liliya to stay by her side, she had to suppress her hunger—she must not devour this perfect Liliya.
But it was a pity. This was not the first time she had brought Liliya close; every time before ended the same: Liliya escaped, dying at the hands of the Church.
This time, she had to keep Liliya with her for good.
Her fingertip touched Liliya’s neck, tracing a crimson line.
She bent down, kissing the blood-red trail, savoring the metallic sweetness.
Dazed again.
Her desire was nearly out of control; her fingers sank into Liliya’s flesh, and the pain made Liliya’s eyes flutter half-open.
But before she could wake fully, Rosalia lulled her back into sleep with magic, though her lovely brows knit together, as if she were having a nightmare.
Rosalia pressed her lips to Liliya’s eyelid, giving a gentle kiss, then stuck out her tongue and gave it a small lick.
“You must sleep well, or else…”
She paused, old memories surfacing, and the madness in her smile deepened.
“Otherwise, it’ll be reward time.”
“Good night, Liliya.”
She stepped down from the dining table, looking at the cake on Liliya’s legs, and slowly sat in a chair.
Dinner wasn’t over yet—now was dessert time.
Premium Chapter
Login to buy access to this Chapter.