Celia leaned closer to my neck. Her sharp teeth were inches away from my flesh. I had frozen up. Unable to do anything, I could not think of anything. Sparks of fear shot through my body, and the moment I tried to move, she would grip tighter.

"Just a taste... It's all I need from you, Master..." Her voice was filled with ecstasy and lust. The face of the woman who cared for me for half my life stared at me with such an animalistic urge. I shivered as her long-wet tongue guided itself around my artery and throat. I regained my composure, let out a soft whimper, and spoke into her ear.

"Celia... This isn't you...!" Gripping harder, she shutters for a moment. Her tongue doesn't stop itself from exploring my skin. The sharp fangs prod and sink into the skin, and the slight aroma fills her nose. "A...Ahh!" The pain was odd. It wasn't as terrible as I thought it would feel. She seemed to be gentle and only cut open the skin. I felt her lick the small wound, circling her tongue around and soaking it in the droplets of blood. She flung her head back and let my arms go as she shuddered from the pleasure of the taste. A small stream of blood fell off her lips and down her chin. Her gaze returned to mine. The bright red glow was still present in her eyes; she stared once again at me. She stops for a moment before blinking.

"What am I doing... What is this..." Shocked and confused, Celia falls back, leans against the frame, and looks at her hands. She shakes from the sudden realization of her actions and is entirely distraught. I was still stunned by her straightforward action and pulled myself up. My neck is wet and numb from her assault.

Celia stared further at her hands; a tension of regret filled her heart, and a stream of tears flooded her eyes. Thoughts flooded my mind as shocks and nerves filled my body, warning me of the present feeling before me. Celia fell into the urge that she was cursed with. This would only worsen for her if this process continued as it had.

"Celia..."

"No... Stay away from me... I don't want to hurt you-"

"Celia!"

"Ahh..." Her attention focuses back to me. Her eyes still glazed in the red hue as before, but the light of her personality returned. Her claws were sharp, and fangs still slipped past her lips sharp.

"This is my responsibility. I caused you this discomfort and pain. You must drink my blood in order to return to normal. You already are in the middle of the Blood Rite. If you refuse it any longer, you will lose control like before." I approach her to get her to calm down, but she refuses to listen and attempts to keep her distance.

"Caleb, what are you-" Before she could move back any further, I quickly gripped her shoulders and stared her in the eyes. Realizing that I needed to do something; otherwise, this would only get out of hand.

"Here, ease off and focus. You don't need to lose yourself. The Blood Rite empowers you, not strips your will." I draw my dagger from my side and cut my wrist. It's not a deep wound, but enough for blood to flow slowly. Celia takes a breath as her whole body reacts to the sudden urge once again. She slowly fights it and forces herself to look away.

"Please.. Don't..."

"Celia... My blood is special. I am not a human with the blood of Nix. I carry the blood of Demons in my veins as well."

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"What!" Celia's shocked expression turns to me with a powerful gaze. The sudden reveal catches her entirely off guard.

"That's why you have reacted so strongly to my blood. I think if my blood didn't carry Demon's blood, you wouldn't have gotten this sick. Your urges wouldn't have been this demanding. You told me the Blood Rite empowers you. You should be able to satisfy yourself and be free of such temptations for now."

"Caleb... I-"

"Don't worry about me. I command you as your Master, drink my blood!" Tensing my arm, letting the blood drip onto the bed sheets, Celia smells the sweet aroma. Easing into the feeling and retaining her essence, she grips my arm gently. Her eyes glow a nice, vibrant rose red. Her expression was now relaxed and collected.

"As you wish, my Master..." Her lips circle the wound, and a soft suction feeling latches onto my arm. She uses her tongue to push the blood into her mouth, filling it up and swallowing. The sound of her gulping causes a slight shiver down my spine. A weird feeling is this intimate moment between servant and master: a Demon and her young Lord.

A few silent moments pass. The sounds of her efforts still ring into my ears before she slows her consumption. Removing her grip from my arm, she slowly parts her lips from my flesh. A long string of bloody saliva connects between the two. She takes a short breath before licking my arm again to collect the final drops. A face filled with ecstasy and joy, she quickly blushes red from the realization and looks at me. I quickly pull down my sleeve to hide the mark and wound.

"That should hopefully calm you down, I hope." I wiped my neck in the process and fixed my shirt to hide the marks on my neck.

"My body... My mind feels so light... I can't think... I don't believe what we did..."

"Don't make it sound any more indecent as it is. We finished the Blood Rite, didn't we?"

"I don't know... I never really felt this way before, even after my Husband." Celia sits up and becomes self-conscious all of a sudden. Her cheeks were flushed red, and she would touch her lips. Thoughts pour into her mind as she reels herself. "I don't feel the need to drink if that is what you want to know. I feel...good. Better than good. I-I am sorry..."

"Don't be. If this helps you, I don't regret this choice. I don't know how the Blood Rite affected you and how it will from now on."

"I can drink regular blood from an animal. It shouldn't be a problem anymore...thank you."

"Celia?"

"Master... If you mind... I would like to be alone for a bit. This is...a lot to process. Tell Mei and Eckhart not to check on me."

"But-"

"Please do this. I promise I'll be fine."

"If you say so. I'll come back tomorrow to see you." She didn't respond only with a soft nod. She acknowledged my words. I quickly fixed my clothes and hair before leaving her room. The moment I leave her presence, I can't help but feel my pounding heart rip through my chest. Despite my previous memories, I am still a child; my body is still growing, and such an event was too much for my imagination. I am a growing boy, after all. Sometimes, puberty loves to strike when you least expect it, causing you to feel much different than before. Shamefully, I felt my body turned on. Rattled by the emotions flowing through me, I ran to my room.

I lay in my bed staring at my ceiling and pondering anything other than these indecent thoughts. It plagued me nonstop as I tried to keep my mind entirely off it. Emotional responses aside, I couldn't ignore my own needs. I think about Tia and how much I missed her. I had tried to write to her after being in this town for so long, and I regret every day that I didn't think about it.

"Tia..." Speaking her name and thinking about her wasn't the only thing on my mind. Shifting my legs together, I couldn't focus anymore, not after having Celia so close and intimately; I needed to let it out. I gripped the bed with my hand tightly, slowly letting my mind wander for a minute. A soft moan escapes my lips, saying her name. I shudder softly as I continue in the indecent process. Only to feel the pleasure and its release moments after, sweat forming on my forehead. I quickly clean up before disposing of the contents. A slight feeling of shame wraps around my mind now that it has been cleared of my immoral thoughts.

"What am I doing...?" I lay my head on my desk, sitting in defeat and embarrassment. Slowly looking up from the desk, I realize I should wash away any remains before Mei finishes cooking...