The Leviathan Devil Princess (4)

Chapter 26: The Leviathan Devil Princess (4)

As Carl's consciousness returned from the depths of the Bloodbound Domain's Mindscape, he felt a profound sense of exhaustion wash over him, as if every ounce of energy had been drained from his being. 

His Mana reserves were depleted, and the pulsating hunger of his vampiric nature gnawed at his insides with an insatiable thirst for blood.

Despite the familiar sensation of bloodlust coursing through his veins, Carl found himself more in control than before. His willpower stood as a bulwark against the primal urges threatening to consume him, allowing him to maintain a semblance of composure even as his vampiric features began to manifest.

Carl gritted his teeth to suppress his primal instincts of quenching his thirst. He now understood the reasons why his emotions grew intenser, it was a side-effect of the hunger that made him akin to a wild beast. 

'Since I was mentally prepared, I can manage this mood swing. I just need to do my meditation. After I calm down, I'll have to set-up a meeting with Jeanne, so I can drink some of her blood.'

His fangs elongated, gleaming menacingly in the dim light, while his crimson eyes flashed with predatory anticipation. His nails, now resembling razor-sharp claws, extended slightly as he fought to rein in the feral instincts clawing at the edges of his consciousness.

Not thinking too much about the events that happened inside the Mindscape, he proceeded with his Meditation, only to suddenly stop when he felt a new presence besides him.

Beside him, the ethereal figure of Tsufaame materialized. 

Her spectral form, tethered to existence by nothing more than her lingering soul, manifested silently. She regarded Carl with curiosity mingled with trepidation, her violet eyes scrutinizing him with intensity.

 "That's unexpected. I thought you wouldn't want to come out from the Domain." remarked Carl showing a faked apprehension of the woman's arrival. "How long can you keep that state on?"

Tsufaame emitted a melodious chortle, her laughter reverberating through the air like a celestial symphony. "This is a mysterious place, indeed," she remarked, her voice dripping with sultry allure. "Ohh, and you look so pathetic right now. Just drink some blood, while I investigate my surroundings… What is that object?"

Carl shifted his glance at the 'object' she was pointing from the couch, and obviously to him, that was a TV. "Television…"

As Carl attempted to explain the concept of television to Tsufaame, her attention swiftly shifted to the buzzing device not far from his hand. With a curious tilt of her head, she regarded the smartphone with a mixture of fascination and bewilderment.

"What sorcery is this?" she mused, her voice tinged with wonder and skepticism. "A tiny box that emits strange sounds and lights? It seems the mortals have truly surpassed themselves in the realm of technology."

Carl couldn't help but chuckle at her bemusement, finding her reaction amusing, at least she wasn't like Nosferatu who had this indifferent stoicism about him. "It's called a smartphone," he explained patiently, gesturing towards the device. "It's a modern communication tool that allows me to stay connected with others, access information, and perform various tasks with just a few taps."

Tsufaame's eyes widened with intrigue as she examined the device more closely, her fingers hovering over the touchscreen, but when she pressed her slender hand on the screen, it just passed by, since she was just a Devil Spirit. "Tsk, annoying that I can't do much in this shape."

"Still, this trinket is fascinating," she murmured, her mind racing with possibilities. "And you say this device is capable of performing countless functions?"

Carl nodded in affirmation, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Indeed," he replied. "It's a marvel of human ingenuity. You shouldn't look down too much on the humans of this current Modern World. Times are different from the Era you were active in."

And since Carl noticed that his phone received a notification, he grabbed the phone and checked on it. It was a message from Jeanne who was checking on him and what his plans were for tonight.

And since Carl noticed that his phone received a notification, he grabbed the phone and checked on it. It was a message from Jeanne who was checking on him, also thanking him for spending time with her when she was at her lowest.

'This girl loves to use a lot of adjectives. Not like I mind, at least she feels nice to talk with, and isn't a flat piece of cardboard that is only good for sex and being a Blood ATM.'

The Devil woman who just got introduced with the Modern World, saw Carl smirk a little as he was engrossed with that thinket she still couldn't wrap her head around, and while she explored his room, the master was left alone in peace to text with his gal.

'She must be a creative type.'

Slowly, their exchanges became increasingly bold, punctuated by sultry whispers. Their words grew bolder, the conversation veering into flirtatious territory with each passing moment.

"Thinking about you has become my favorite pastime," he typed, his words dripping with seduction. "I can't wait to feel your touch again, to taste your lips against mine."

Jeanne's response was equally provocative, but the later was still the one with the upper-hand, leading this 'relation' if one could call it. Yet, to Carl this type of relation wasn't a foreign territory, since Jeanne apart from being a good source of blood, she was his FWB. 

'Heh, she's thirsty for sure. We haven't had sex since thursday. Three days? I would also want it daily, but I'm a busy man.'

"The way you make me feel, Carl," she typed, her message filled with longing. "I can't wait to be in your arms tonight, to lose myself in your chest."

Their conversation continued in this vein, each message growing more explicit than the last. Carl found himself eagerly anticipating their upcoming rendezvous, his blood drained body humming with anticipation at the thought of being with Jeanne once more.

Before long, their exchange reached its climax, the air practically crackling with tension as they both expressed their desire for one another. "I want you, Carl," Jeanne confessed, her words sending a shiver down his spine. "I want you to make me yours in every way possible."

A smirk tugged at the corners of Carl's lips as he read her message. "Consider it done, my dear," he replied. "Tonight, you'll be mine in every sense of the word."