Beast Castle

“Episode 59”

Clodan motioned toward the wet red flesh with his chin, and Ray nodded dazedly.

“Ah, ah!”

In an instant, Clodan lunged. Without unlocking their clasped hands, he hurriedly thrust his tongue into the exposed flesh. He savored it as if he were scraping it out, delving deeper inside. Whenever Ray arched her back, he would withdraw his tongue to lick the outer part, and when her legs seemed to calm down, he would suck up every drop of the fluid that had escaped.

Caught in his calculated caresses, Ray could only thrash her free legs. The seemingly endless sexual desire began to wane under his intense torment. The flesh he was sucking on, exhausted, gave up trying to contract and released its moisture. Ray, using her hands to hold open her own sex, wiggled her hips as if reaching climax.

“Ha, good, uh, good, yes!”

Mistaking his tongue inside for a penis, she moved her hips back and forth. The pleasure trailing after his actions climbed from her waist. She lifted her stiffened legs and screamed, but his face showed no sign of pulling away.

“Ugh, ah… stop, now.”

“Hah… two or three more times. That’s what it’ll take to be satisfying.”

Clodan laughed, splitting his wet lips lasciviously, and then raised his head. Despite the enjoyable time, Ray’s response wasn’t encouraging. Sensing something was wrong, Clodan quickly sat up.

“Ray?”

He had drunk plenty of blood, and most of the heat-driven lust had been satisfied. The fever should have gone down a while ago, but Ray’s face was still burning hot. Clodan urgently touched her forehead, finding the situation worse than before. Biting his lip in frustration, he lifted her limp body.

“Get a grip, Ray. Ray!”

Some people were unusually resistant to magical medicines. Suddenly, he remembered his mentor’s words about such rare cases being difficult to treat. But hadn’t Ray tested without any problems?

Clodan held Ray’s burning body and quickly thought it over. Frog’s heart. Snake’s fang. Black forest mist. Two drops of magic-infused lake water. A feather from a newborn white species. Lastly, his own blood. He mentally retraced the ingredients of the medicine. After several checks, there was nothing he had missed or mismeasured.

“Hot…”

Her condition was not improving; her fever was rising. Unable to leave her like this, Clodan wrapped her in his arms and left the bedroom.

Clodan was truly out of his mind. To feel sympathy after causing this? Didn’t he lose the right to feel that way? If he decided to be the villain, he should stick to it until the end; this contradiction was even more pathetic.

“It’s okay. Swallow it.”

Clodan tilted the medicine bottle against Ray’s lips. She turned her head away in refusal, making him bite his lip in frustration. He recalled the time when Ray accepted the medicine without hesitation.

“It’s not bad, okay?”

Eventually, he forced the liquid between her lips by holding her cheek. The cold sensation of the medicine seemed to bring Ray back to her senses; she blinked, then made a strange face before swallowing it.

“This…”

As she weakly tried to say something, Ray suddenly clamped her hand over her mouth. Before Clodan could react, the purple liquid spilled from her mouth again. It wasn’t vomiting; she was simply spitting it out. Her consciousness was rejecting the medicine.

Rejecting it. Clodan slowly knelt before the unconscious Ray. He brushed his hand over her feverish cheek and gradually moved his hand down—to her slender neck, her lovely collarbone, her rounded chest, her flat abdomen.

Unlike the transformation from human to blood-drinker, there was a distinct, unique pulse under his hand. Though her heart was singular, its beat echoed five times louder. Could it be that she was carrying their child? He had that suspicion, but the energy emanating from within her was entirely different.

Something was breathing inside her.