Chapter 17: Sucking The Queen
[450 drops of Sacrificed Blood consumed]
Drop after drop of blood coming out of the wound on Jonathan's body seemed to move like a living thing.
The drops of blood clotted, coalesced, and flew through the air around Jonathan before moving to form a shape resembling a familiar kitchen knife. The process was very fast and looked unusual.
Even the Holy Queenie, who was used to magic in her life, seemed flabbergasted to see the blood forming dozens of identical knives.
The kitchen knife was now hovering around Jonathan with the blade pointed at her.
"Interesting. It turns out that you are also a wizard, Morting. Who is your leader? I've never seen such magic. Where did you learn it?" The Holy Queenie sounded a little distracted by what had just happened.
Meanwhile, even though his head felt very dizzy all of a sudden...
Jonathan could feel the strange power around him, as if each knife exuded an aura.
And although there's no tutorial available, Jonathan seemed convinced that the knife formed from his blood could be controlled using his mind.
In other words, Jonathan didn't need to touch the object to be able to use them all at once in one attack.
"Leader? I don't even believe in God." He said.
Splat!
One knife shot out very quickly, successfully thrusting right into the Holy Queenie's shoulder and piercing her flesh all the way back.
The queen grimaced as if she didn't think it could give her pain.
"You!"
Splat!
Jonathan again shot a knife, piercing the Holy Queenie's palm as the woman was about to give him a counterattack.
"Argh..." The woman grimaced in pain.
Her uninjured hand tried to pull out the knife, but Jonathan, who still had complete control, did not let it happen.
"What did you do to me?" hissed the Holy Queenie, still trying to pull the bloody knife out of her palm.
Her eyes flashed with anger as she looked at Jonathan.
Jonathan fell into deep thought before he realized a fact.
The Holy Queenie did not attack him as if she could not do so with a palm still entangled by a blood knife.
"What are you doing?" asked Jonathan as if he had a sudden courage.
The Holy Queenie just hissed like a life-threatening snake.
"Quickly, attack me. Didn't you keep threatening me just now?" Jonathan wanted to make sure that he guessed right.
That the Holy Queenie couldn't use her magic power because of the knife stuck in her palm.
"I will kill you and give you a death you never imagined, Morting." Holy Queenie hissed.
She only gave threats in the form of words.
And that was already strong evidence that Jonathan's guess was correct.
Jonathan smiled with satisfaction.
He only needed to keep pushing the knife to keep it stuck in the Holy Queenie's palm. Blocking her magic power.
"Dadda," Nerissa pulled Jonathan's sweatpants from behind, looked at him with teary eyes, and yawned. It was time for the little girl to get her naptime.
And with sixteen kitchen knives left, hovering around him... Jonathan believed that he could corner the Holy Queenie with his new power.
"Close your eyes until I tell you to open them, Nessie," Jonathan said, looking into the girl's sleepy eyes.
Nerissa nodded, then slowly raised her two tiny hands to close her eyes.
"Hide and seek, Dadda?" the girl asked, keeping her eyes closed.
Jonathan almost chuckled. But he realized that he didn't have much time.
"You know how to count, Nessie?"
"Count?"
Jonathan engaged in a long conversation with the girl for the first time, and it felt quite pleasant.
"I'll count for you to ten," Jonathan said before returning to the gaze of the Holy Queenie, who was still trying hard to pull out the knife in her palm. The Holy Queenie hissed when she saw Jonathan triumphantly smile at her as if he already knew her weakness.
"One..."
Splat! Splat! Splat!
Jonathan launched all the remaining knives that were strong enough to push the Holy Queenie's body backward and lock her against the rest of the unbroken wall.
The knife pierced the queen's flesh on her shoulders and legs and her uninjured palm.
The Holy Queenie was stuck in the wall, unable to move.
That knife from sacrificed blood was much more effective than Jonathan had imagined.
"Three … four."
Whoosh!
Jonathan darted forward to the helpless Holy Queenie, and could only hiss while grimacing in pain.
"Dirty wizard. I would kill you if only this were my real body." However, the Holy Queenie still hissed, even though her position was now threatened.
Jonathan squeezed her.
He did not give the slightest distance between his body and the woman's body.
One of Jonathan's knives managed to make a thread covering the woman's nipples break off and make her pink, well-moisturized-looking nipples protrude freely out. Rubbing against Jonathan's skin.
"Let me go." The woman hissed, looking at Jonathan hatefully.
"Six... Seven." Jonathan continued counting as his eyes moved to explore the queen's beautiful facial and body features.
From such a close distance, the queen's skin looked very beautiful, as if it had no pores or flaws. While the blood dripping from the knife stab gave a sweet scent that made Jonathan seem to start feeling thirsty.
"You dirty Morting. How dare you touch my mortal body. I won't let you - Ahhh..." The Holy Queenie's words were cut off, replaced by a sigh of pleasure when Jonathan suddenly stuck his fangs that had extended to the top of her beautiful breast.
'Too sweet. Soft and juicy.'
Jonathan felt a different sensation for the first time than sucking his previous prey's blood.
As if thirst turned his lust on, Jonathan's hand moved to squeeze the beautiful perfect breast roughly.
"Ahhh … Mmmhh …"
The rough squeezing motion of Jonathan's hand made the Holy Queenie scream in pleasure.
Although her hands were still injured by the blood knife, she tried to grab Jonathan's waist, which was domineering her... But her touch was very weak.
'What the hell', why does it taste so good? Leuka ... What did you actually do to me?' Jonathan continued to suck blood through the Holy Queenie's left breast like a thirsty baby.
The closer to the heart, the more taste of blood seemed to be more appetizing. Sweet and fresh.
Every time Jonathan stuck his fangs into his prey, each time his fangs penetrated a body fluid that made the prey feel no pain but quite the opposite. His prey would feel a deadly pleasure as if being given stimulant drugs.
The blood on Holy Queenie's body seemed to be more delicious.
And despite getting weaker, her thigh muscles were trying to squeeze Jonathan's thigh and enjoy the friction on the outside of his glory hole.
"Ahhh... Mmmhhh... Stop it, Morting." Her soft delightful moans made Jonathan excited.
His hands that kept squeezing her soft and juicy breast were now busy rubbing the Holy Queenie's hardened nipples.
"Ahh... what did you do to me Mmmhh... Morting?" Jonathan knew how to make women reach the peak of their pleasure.
And his hand moved down, finding that his target was soaking wet and hot.
"Mmmhh stop, Ahhh... not there, Morting."
'Whatever the species is... as long as it has a vagina... they're the same.' he learned something.
Jonathan teased the Holy Queenie's glory spot, while sucking her blood through her breast.
"Ahh... Yes... Morting, it feels so good. Ahh no... stop. Ahhh … no … don't stop."
Just now, Jonathan sensed that his little brother down there was beginning to wake...
But, a notification popped up, surprised him.
Holy Queenie's mortal body was burned to ashes, but before the ashes were gone...
Jonathan could hear a faint voice drifting away. "It's not over yet, Morting. I'll come back to..."
It made him disappointed.
He thought he would get a chance to use her beautiful body. To use her body to satisfy his lust that had not been fulfilled for a long time.
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