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"Come... let me teach you," Miller held her hand, touched his own neck, and said in a low voice, "The hunting of the bloodline always involves a wonderful atmosphere, which every qualified bloodline needs to learn to grasp and even create."
"Unlike lowly vampires, we value elegance more. Feeding is not for survival, but a means to elevate emotions."
Daphne was guided by him, and slowly leaned her head closer to his chin, extending her wet, soft tongue to lick.
Miller felt a strange flutter in her chest as she awkwardly flirted and teased, "Be good, you should lick here."
He held Daphne's slender waist with his left hand, repositioned her head, and pressed her soft lips against his throat.
Daphne instinctively bit down, causing Miller to emit a pleasurable grunt.
Receive encouragement, Daphne slowly licked and moved around his neck, finding his artery, feeling the slow pulsation of inside, which was filled with the vitality rarely found in vampires.
"Brother, mmm..."
She extended her fangs, following her instincts, and bit down. The sharp teeth pierced the skin, going straight into the bloodstream, causing Miller's brain to go numb, holding his sister's body tightly in his arms, as if wanting to become one with her.
Gudong gudong
Daphne retracted her fangs, her lips greedily sucking on his wound, occasionally panting and making a humming sound.
Miller Listening to her soft voice, my body gradually responded, standing tall against her legs.
Daphne Blinking, then with a mischievous smile, she reached down and grasped his penis, moving her hand up and down, her fingers massaging the moist area that was pulsating.
Miller He gasped wildly, his eyes turning deep red. He lifted her nightgown and thrust into his sister's tight and wet hole, moving vigorously.
Daphne She held onto his neck tightly, moaning as the urge to suck blood was interrupted, only able to endure the rising tide of emotions.
"Woo woo woo... Mm!"
Miller shot everything inside her just before she suffocated, and pushed the glans to the top, not wanting the cloudy white semen to flow out.
Daphne He gasped and let go. The bite marks on his neck had all healed, leaving only a faint deep pink color.
"I'm so tired... Ugh."
Miller gently patted her back and said, "Little lazy pig, go to sleep if you want to."
"I'm not a Little lazy pig..." Daphne muttered as her eyes slowly closed.
Miller held her for a while, then slowly placed her on his own bed, burying his head to lick away the bloodstains on her lips, and then lay down beside her.
"Sweet dreams, my darling," he said softly, looking at Daphne.
Because the dance party is approaching, Daphne has resumed the etiquette class that Mrs. White had stopped for a long time.
It's a good thing that I've studied Dining Etiquette before, so it shouldn't be too difficult to review it again.
Anyway, this dance party is the first important banquet she's attended, and the thought of possibly meeting many of her peers at the banquet makes Daphne very excited.
dance party Fourteen days ago, the private army of the Vandura Family began to enter the host family, and the carriage team began to arrange and inspect, Daphne stopped classes.
dance party Ten days ago, Daphne began to suffer from insomnia, and even jumped from the balcony to the garden below during the day due to excitement, which gave a big scare to the human beings servants who were trimming the lawn.
dance party Last week, the team was all set and ready to go.
Standing in front of the mirror, Daphne repeatedly looked at the warm long dress on her body and felt that the color was really ugly.
"Lucia, are there no other colored dresses? I really don't like this brown one..."
Lucia lowered her eyes and smoothed the skirt for the charming spirit, then took the windbreaker handed over by the maid and helped Daphne put it on.
"Miss, the other winter dresses are out of season, and they haven't been made yet. Please hold on for a few more days. When we get to Winterfell, we can wear formal dresses."
"But Winterfell is so cold, won't we catch a cold wearing formal dresses?" Daphne asked curiously.
"Miss, you are currently Temperature-sensitive race."
"Oh dear, I forgot."
Lucia finally helped her put on the hat, letting the veil fall over it, covering half of Daphne's face.
"It's truly beautiful," she praised. "My lady, we can set off now. I believe the master of the house has been waiting for a long time."
Miller sat in the carriage and, after checking his pocket watch for the seventh time, his sister, whose slow pace made people doubt the meaning of life, finally emerged from the castle.
"Brother!"
Daphne Like the wind, she ran on the road, causing her windbreaker to fly up, and finally pounced in front of the carriage.
Miller Walking to the door, he bent down and offered her a hand to help her up.
"Why so slow?" he complained, pinching her cheek.
Daphne looked at him with a smile and stuck out her tongue.
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