175 Suck my fingers

**Elizabeth's POV**

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Since Louis promised to keep me safe, I told him about a werewolf spying on me.

He thought for a moment, then said, "It should be a subordinate of the Blood Moon pack's alpha. He wants to confirm your current situation."

"Can you tell him not to sneak around? It's scary. He can just come and see me when I'm awake."

Not only do I want the Blood Moon pack's alpha subordinate to show up when I'm awake, but I also want King Louis to come to my room when I'm awake.

Why do they all like to sneak around? Don't they realize that their behavior is creepy?

Eventually, after negotiation, King Louis agreed that I was free to walk around the vampire territory. And I agreed to change the interval of providing blood from one week to five days.

I certainly didn't simply want to take a walk; I was looking for an escape route.

I would not stay here in peace. The vampire king was keeping me safe for now for the sake of the child in my belly.

If I give birth to a girl in the future and make the vampire king lose the bet, he'll most likely get angry and kill me and my baby.

Even if I give birth to a boy and let the vampire king win the bet, he would also kill me when he gets tired of my blood.

Assuming he never gets tired of my blood, then I will probably die from blood loss under his constant demands.

Either way, I would die if I stayed here, and the only way to have a chance to live is to escape.

I noticed that there were vampire warriors standing guard during the day as well. After so many years of evolution, sunlight does not cause fatal damage to vampires, it only makes them feel uncomfortable.

So all the warriors standing guard looked tired and irritable. They must be eager to go back to their rooms and sleep.

The situation is favorable for my escape.

The next day, while I was cooking for myself in the kitchen, the fat chef came over.

She had a complicated look on her face, like she wanted to talk to me but didn't dare.

She kept staring at me making food, and after a long time, she finally couldn't resist asking, "Where did you learn to cook?"

"No need to learn. I just make the food I want to eat." I said.

"You're a werewolf, aren't you? Why do those humans love the food you make? Yesterday they ate all the soup you made and the eggs you boiled with shells. They didn't eat any of the food I made at all."

"Do you never eat the food you make yourself?" I asked her a question.

"Yes, but I'm a vampire. I make food for humans to eat..."

"It has nothing to do with being a vampire or a human or a werewolf. If you don't like the food you cook yourself, why would you think others would love it?"

After that, I cut her a slice of my baked apple pie and left.

Even though the food she made was as bad as shit, maybe she wasn't a terrible chef. At least she loves the job.

A few days later, it was time for me to offer blood to the vampire king.

He came to my room early in the morning to wake me up. When he tried to bite me, I covered his mouth.

"Wait a minute."

I took out a measuring cup, then cut my finger with a disinfected knife.

As we had agreed, I squeezed twenty milliliters of blood for him.

"Can't it be more?" He asked.

"No more."

"Your finger is still bleeding..."

"I'll stop the bleeding."

"Can I lick your finger? I'll just lick it, I won't suck it."

"No way."

"Come on, it's a waste!"

King Louis forced my finger into his mouth despite my objections. He didn't back off even when I hit him on the head with my fist.

I got angry and could only threaten him with the blood in the measuring cup, "If you don't let go of my hand, I'll pour the blood out of the cup!"

Only then did he release me.

"Unfaithful bastard!"

"Don't be so rude, I'm the king!"

"Unfaithful bastard king! Get out of here! Get out of my room!"

I kicked him out of my room.

Five more days passed, and as soon as 12:00 p.m. passed, he immediately came to my room.

He took the measuring cup and looked at me like a dog with a food bowl in its mouth.

Instead of cutting my finger in front of him again, I handed him the blood that I had prepared in advance.

The wound on my finger was already wrapped with a bandage. He did not have the opportunity to suck my finger again.

He looked very displeased, but I didn't even give him a chance to protest or enter my room. I simply closed the door to my room.

After another four days, he came to my room a day early. He said he would wait until the fifth day and then get the freshest blood.

Vile, shameless, gluttonous, and greedy! He fit my stereotypical image of a vampire perfectly.

After two more days, it seemed he couldn't wait five days at all, and he had his coffin carried into my room and copied me by placing it flat next to my coffin.

I was furious, but I had no way to resist. He is the vampire king. This room belongs to him. Every inch of this place belongs to him. Even my life is in his hands.

But I could choose to ignore him. I treat him like air and ignore his presence.

At night, I feel a tickle on my neck. Someone was licking my neck.

I didn't hesitate to slap it across the face. The loud slap sound was pronounced in the dark.

I didn't open my eyes, but turned over and went back to sleep.

The next night, I was awakened once again by a strange sensation on my neck.

Once again, Louis was licking my neck.

Once again, I slapped him, but he grabbed my hand.

He licked at my palm. My goosebumps rose.

"Bastard! Get off of me!"

"Let me have a lick. I'll allow you to dispense with offering blood for once."

I have to say that was a big temptation. Every time I offered him blood, I had to cut my finger, which really hurt.

I closed my eyes and acquiesced to the deal.

He took each of my fingers in his mouth like he was licking a lollipop.

It was so weird.

Meanwhile, I was confused. Would he be satisfied like that? Doesn't he need blood anymore? What could he taste on my fingers? The lingering smell of blood from the wound, or, sweat?

Another night, my lips felt itchy.

I came to my senses almost instantly and realized that it was that bastard Louis who was licking my lips.

I don't think he was molesting me with an erotic mindset. I knew full well that he was just treating me like food.

I was no different than a chicken leg or ice cream in his eyes.

No one would sexually molest a chicken leg or an ice cream, right?

I should have pushed him away, but I hesitated.

If he thought my saliva could replace blood for his satisfaction, then it seemed like a not-so-bad deal.

Losing a lot of blood would endanger my life, but losing saliva would not.

As I hesitated, he licked my tongue.

I heard him let out a moan of satisfaction, like a man who has been hungry for a long time finally eating a delicious meal.

From the initial cautious touch to the later blatant sucking with my tongue in my mouth, I had lost the best time of pushing him away.

Well, that was the end of it. He couldn't do anything more outrageous.

I vowed in my mind that when I found an escape route, I would get out of there.

When dawn came, I felt wetness on my chest.

I wasn't fully awake. I slowly opened my eyes and looked down toward my chest.

I saw a head lying on my left breast, and his hand was playing with my other breast.

I could clearly see some white fluid oozing out from between his fingers. Then the head reversed direction and switched from the left to the right.

The view to my left was unobstructed. I could distinctly see my left breast naked, with nipple red and swollen, and wet water marks on it.

I was so scared I got utterly awake.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh-"

I let out a scream and pushed the damn Louis away.

"Oh my fvcking hell, damn it, damn it, how could you..."

I was so angry I was about to cry. I had no idea how long he had been doing this to me. My breasts were actually producing milk ahead of schedule from his sucking.

I hadn't given birth yet, and I was already lactating.

As I got emotional, milk kept falling from my nipples.

"Aw, it's leaking out. What a waste." Louis said, trying to come up and take my nipple in his mouth. I angrily slapped him across the face.

"Get away! Get out of here!" I slapped him several more times.

He didn't duck but licked away the milk oozing from my chest with his tongue.

"Don't be angry. There's a lot of it. It won't be drunk up. I swear, even after your baby is born, there's plenty left in it."

Instead of apologizing, he came up to lick my tears when I was bawling with anger and sadness.

"It's delicious. Your tears taste delicious too. God, you're really amazing."

I cried and covered my breasts, and I didn't know what to do to stop the milk production. Would they stay like that? This was so embarrassing.

How could Louis do something so outrageous to me?

I buttoned up my chest and then punched Louis with my fist.

"Get out of here! Get the hell out of my room! Get the hell out of my place! I don't want to see you anymore!"

I kicked him out of the room. But I knew, strong as he was, that he could come back at any time.

I was so upset and furious. If I had left this awful place earlier, this wouldn't have happened.

If I hadn't indulged his step-by-step probing of me, he wouldn't have made it this far.

I had to get out of here as soon as possible. The greedy vampire who never knows satisfaction will do something even more outrageous in the future.

Although he seems to be afraid of me threatening him with a hunger strike currently, with our disparate and unequal status and power, I know he can do anything to me.

His concessions in past times made me feel that we were negotiable, so my guard slowly relaxed. But now I realize that he is free to choose not to make concessions at any time.

I am not in a position to negotiate with him.

I have no doubt that he may force me to be pregnant over and over again one day because he wants to drink my constant supply of milk, just like humans do to cows.

I had my escape route mapped out long ago, and I was going to move my escape plan forward.

I had to get out of here, away from this vampire king who treated me like food and never respected my dignity.

The sooner, the better!