The human bit into the Vampire's neck.
It wasn't a teasing touch like a gentle graze during foreplay, but a forceful one, sinking fangs into the skin with a voracious bite as if feeding.
Yet at the same time, the action wasn't brutally savage.
The human only created a shallow wound, drinking deeply, swallowing it down.
Gulp.
In the dim room, the Paladin swallowed the Vampire's blood.
It was cold, but as it slid down the throat, it burned like lava, as if it would scald his gullet with that heretical essence.
And the Vampire lady having her blood sucked by the Paladin was tightly held in his embrace at that moment.
Her tensed legs were off the ground, returning the embrace with equal force.
The Vampire shut her eyes tightly, letting out faint gasps, feeling the sensation of being sucked by someone else, unconsciously moaning softly.
Though being deprived, she felt an emptiness within her gradually being filled with another emotion.
