harleyscars Chapter 103 The Girl and the Blood Feast
Chapter 103 The Girl and the Blood Feast
Chapter 103 The Girl and the Blood Feast
The bathroom was filled with moist steam and the sweet scent of rose essential oil, and the lights cast warm halos in the mist.
Altair, draped in a light silk robe and barefoot, walked on the soft carpet. With an extremely languid expression, he entered the ablution room.
The maids beside her kept their eyes down, preparing the bathing tools with gentle movements, making almost no noise to disturb her.
After Altair stopped, two maids walked up behind her, one standing and one kneeling, and gently untied the ties of her robe with their fingertips. As the silk nightgown slid down, Altair's fair and delicate body was revealed.
As Altair, eyes half-closed, entered the brass bathtub and knelt on the edge, a maid began to gently wipe her back with a cotton cloth. Water droplets rolled down her snow-white skin, like pearls gliding over fresh snow.
Everything was so quiet, except for the sound of water and the rustling of fabric.
Until footsteps approached in the distance, accompanied by a sweet, fishy smell that entered my nostrils. This smell was not the fragrance of roses, nor essential oils, but rather the warm breath unique to life flowing beneath the skin and deep within the blood vessels.
At that moment, Altair's breath hitched slightly, and a familiar burning sensation rose in his throat.
Altair turned his head to look at the doorway and his gaze fell on Eileen, who had just entered.
At this moment, Eileen's expression was calm, almost elegant, as if the silver tray held not a glass of blood, but a glass of expensive wine.
Altair took the crystal glass from Eileen and began to slowly taste and examine it. The blood in the glass was as clear as a ruby, and when light passed through it, the glass walls reflected tiny fragments of red light.
After finishing the taste, Altair looked like she wanted more, and then her gaze fell on Eileen's bare neck.
The skin there was taut slightly with Eileen's movements, and the bluish-green veins were faintly visible under the light.
"Count Altair?" Eileen raised her head slightly after feeling her gaze.
Altair did not answer the maid Eileen's question, but instead gently placed his fingertips on Eileen's wrist.
When Altair's hand touched Eileen, it didn't bring the maid warmth, but instead made her shiver coldly. However, Eileen didn't resist his touch; in fact, she began to enjoy it.
Altair's fingertips slowly moved upwards, across his forearm, and stopped at the elbow crease, as if feeling the pulse beating under his skin.
"Eileen," Altair's voice was soft, tinged with a hint of hoarse longing, "Is it alright?"
Eileen's eyelashes trembled slightly, but she showed no fear or hesitation. Instead, she gently turned her head, exposing her neck more clearly to Altair, responding to him with a silent, even reverent, invitation. As she turned her head slightly, Eileen's lips curved into a very faint, almost imperceptible smile.
After feeling the maid's response, Altair no longer hesitated. He slowly leaned closer, opened his pale pink lips, and his four small tiger teeth slowly emerged, flashing a cold light under the lamplight. Then he gently pierced Eileen's neck.
"Um--
A suppressed sigh escaped from Eileen's lips. But it wasn't a sound of pain.
Eileen's body stiffened slightly at first, then quickly relaxed, even leaning back to allow herself to open up to Altair in a more natural and exposed way.
Altair wrapped his arms around Eileen's waist and pulled her into the bathtub. The sound of her swallowing was particularly clear in the quiet bathroom.
As time passed, an unusual blush began to rise on Eileen's face. Her eyes were half-closed, her gaze unfocused. Her breathing became rapid, her chest heaving, and water droplets splashed onto her collarbone before sliding down.
Eileen's fingers unconsciously reached for Altair's wet blond hair, not as a rejection, but more as a yearning for a deeper connection.
"Ah—Count—" Eileen murmured intermittently, her voice sweet and cloying, like melting honey.
At this moment, Eileen was savoring a pleasure that was almost overwhelming, and her body was becoming softer and softer, almost completely leaning into Altair's embrace.
As Altair's fangs bit deeper, a sudden jolt ran through Eileen's entire body.
She suddenly tilted her head back, drawing a graceful arc with her snow-white swan neck, and let out a long, satisfied sigh. Altair also stopped eating at the right time. After reaching out, the maid standing beside him handed over a medicine bottle that had been prepared beforehand. After applying the medicine to the two tiny wounds on Eileen's neck, they healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After doing all this, Altair gently placed the unconscious Eileen on the edge of the bathtub covered with a thick velvet blanket, covered her with a dry, soft towel, and then a maid carried her down.
Before leaving, Altair noticed a lingering, satisfied smile on Eileen's lips. It seemed to suggest that what she had just experienced wasn't predation, but rather some kind of divine grace and blessing.
Inside the misty bathhouse, the other maids standing around the tub watched everything in silence. From tasting blood to consuming Eileen, they felt no fear or panic at Altair's actions.
After seeing Eileen's serene expression, and Altair applying a touch of crimson to her lips, a silent, burning desire, almost tangible, ignited in their eyes—envy, longing, the self-sacrificing desire of a religious fanatic.
After considering these things, they lowered their heads slightly, their posture becoming even more submissive, as if they were expecting and praying that they would be the next chosen one, that the favor would descend upon them.
After licking away the last trace of ink from her lips, Altair regained her previous languidness and slid back into the warm water, closing her eyes as if the earlier incident was nothing more than an insignificant event.
The reason Eileen and the "abnormal" maids are in this state is not because Altair did anything to them. It's just that they are like this.
These maids who "worship Altair as their god" are not original maids of Sheffield Manor; they are all new maids that Vivian recently bought.
Thirteen days ago, on the night of Altair's birthday, Vivian gave them to Altair as a birthday gift, completing her maid corps.
As for why they have such abnormal thoughts, it's because these maids were implanted with these thoughts before they were bought.
Their ideology was even more extreme than Eileen's; they had an extremely fanatical faith in Altair, worshipping her as a god.
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