In all fairness, although Roland did intend to tease Altrouge Brunestud, he was not deliberately putting on an act.
After all, he had already taken just about every liberty he could, and their relationship had long since passed the stage where he needed to deliberately flaunt this ability.
It was just that, unlike her delicate feet, which were easier to work with and had the added texture of stockings...
When it came to using both hands and mouth, experience was directly proportional to the quality of the experience.
Altrouge was indeed quite talented and a quick learner, but to the enthusiastic Roland, her performance only warranted a passing grade.
And that was with extra points for her first attempt.
However, once the Black Princess completely abandoned her dignity out of spite, that conclusion was swiftly overturned.
"Hiss-"
The instant the girl's teeth pierced his blood vessels, Roland shuddered and instinctively sucked in a sharp breath.
Though sharp canines could injure his member, there was no denying that the sensation of something dangerous approaching a vital spot while his life force steadily drained away readily stimulated his nerves, bringing a tingling, intoxicating pleasure as though an electric current had shot through his brain.
What was more, vampires had an innate racial advantage in this regard.
To numb their prey, the process of bloodsucking made the victim more likely to feel an engulfing pleasure than pain.
For an ordinary person, it would not be strange to become addicted and willingly offer up their life.
The happiness brought by this tipsy warmth and the beauty of arousal was, in some ways, far greater than drugs or sex. Once experienced, it was difficult to forget.
And perhaps because her blood was half Dead Apostle and half True Ancestor, the pleasure Altrouge brought was even