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

"Something 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 something 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 something one would normally taste without a real reason. Although the sexual act itself is a good enough reason to try it. This makes me 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 me, as her fluids trickle between my fingers—proof of her arousal. Soon, I see her hymen; it's a small, thin membrane 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 consume flesh when I had my first taste of blood.

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

My sense of smell sharpens, picking up the faint, sensual scent coming from her intimate parts. Along with it comes 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 movement and my nails scraping against the soft flesh make Evelyn let out a strange moan.

I feel my fingers touching the thin membrane. 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 hymen 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 membrane. 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 hymen.

The movements 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 mere instincts like some irrational animal.

And out of pure spite and arrogance, I savor her blood. It has a strange sweet and metallic 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 times. This is clear proof that my palate was made to consume 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 me 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 movement, and soon she comes, 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 time. 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 me 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 me sitting on her while our intimate parts touch. Evelyn looks like she's dying of embarrassment 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 comes first, is fine with me. So just enjoy the moment," I say while skillfully rubbing myself against her.

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

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 me.

"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 me 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 someone like me, 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.

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