"Secretly Sucking Master's Blood"

"Sigmund! Put me down!" Upon seeing that her Vampire Servant brought her to an isolated place, she tried to get off him by moving her whole body, but due to Sigmund's physical strength, she couldn't move away from him as he carried her in his arms.

"I got tired from the activity, so… time to replenish mana," Sigmund told her with a grin. He then looked around, searching for a safe spot.

"You just warmed up, and you did not jog with us," Ivory asked confusingly, still trying to break free from his grasp. "You didn't even use magic!"

"Shut up, weakling! Whatever I do, I use mana. I am a Servant, after all," He walked further and deeper into the hallway where he noticed several doors. Using his extraordinary hearing, he checked if there were people inside, and to his luck, there was none. Sigmund thought it was a good spot to do the deed.

"Perfect," he uttered as a sly smile escaped from his lips. "Don't you know that you're fortunate I found this room?"

As soon as he put her down, Ivory tried to run, but with his hand that quickly grabbed her wrist, she failed to escape. With his free hand, Sigmund turned the knob and gently pushed the creaking, wooden door.

"Sigmund, are you really going to…" Ivory stuttered as she spoke. She was too shy to look into her Servant's eyes, so she just glanced at the hand tightly gripping her wrist. "As promised, I will… give you my blood, so you can let go now-"

She was suddenly pulled into the room with many tables and chairs and seemed like a storage room for the eatery's furniture. She stumbled into Sigmund's chest and felt his right hand resting on her back. The Vampire closed the door and locked it by sliding a small piece of wood from the door to the side of the wall. He then grabbed her hand, leading her to the nearest table and lifting her on top of it.

"Are… Are you going to bite me on the neck again?" Ivory asked, blushing. She could still remember the pain when his fangs bit through the flesh of her neck, and the sensation of him sucking her blood still lingered even if many hours had passed. With both her hands, she covered her neck, and then their eyes finally met.

Sigmund's crimson red eyes gazed at his Master's light blue eyes, "Don't you like surprises..."

Ivory sighed in relief assuming that he would not bite her on the neck and lowered her hands when the Vampire suddenly raised her leg. "Let me clean your wound, Master," he said in a sarcastic manner. With his teeth, he rabidly tore the cloth of her fitted pants, exposing her knee.

She let out a soft laugh as she felt ticklish when his wet tongue scraped her bleeding skin.

Sigmund slowly licked every part of it, not missing an inch, and made sure that he consumed every drop of blood from his Master. As seconds passed, he swirled his tongue more on the wound, but got disappointed when there was only little to no more blood coming out since it wasn't that deep. The Vampire Servant then removed both of his Master's shoes without any warning and also took off the brown linen socks that she wore.

As he lowered his head and knelt in front of her, Ivory chewed her bottom lip and held onto the edge of the table, "Sigmund, you're not planning to-" But even before she could retort, he had already started licking the toes of her left feet before licking the ones on the right. She trembled and covered her mouth with her hands, struggling not to laugh so hard because it tickled her so much.

Not yet contented with the amount of blood he had consumed, one after another, his fangs sank through the soles of her feet, and warm blood started trickling on her skin. Sigmund stared at the blood delightly before tilting his head to the side and licking her wounded feet simultaneously.

The Vampire Servant glanced at his Master, whose eyes were closed. He paused from what he was doing while the blood dripped from her feet, "Open your eyes and look at me."

Ivory slowly unclosed her eyelids.

"Do not close your eyes until I'm finished."

And when their eyes met, Sigmund gazed at her as he held her right foot close to his mouth. He grazed his lips on the ball of her feet before slowly licking her bleeding feet.

The Vampire's sight of him grazing his lips on her feet as if he was kissing these made her blush. The way his head turned to the side to suck from her and the way his crimson eyes gazed at the oozing blood remained on the Master's mind.

Ivory's blood tasted weirdly sweet. It almost tasted like the chocolate he had tasted when he was still human, but perhaps even better. He slowly closed his eyes as he savored the warmness dripping from her skin. He wanted to avoid having the same problem as his past Master which led to their separation.

'I will make sure that my Master is all mine this time,' he thought, as his tongue licked her soles once more. He felt pleased and contented over the fact that he was the only one touching and serving Ivory. The last time he had these feelings were in the past, and he couldn't believe he got to serve another Master after Goddess Destinia put his soul into slumber.

Finally, the Vampire stopped drinking Ivory's blood. As he stared into her wounds, he wondered why these did not heal yet, when he was sure he saw her deep wounds healed very quickly in the forest last time.

Growl~

Ivory's stomach suddenly growled which made Sigmund chuckle, "Shall we go to the eatery? It's probably lunch time."

"Uhh… but my wound…"

"I will carry you."

"But that's-"

He placed his pointing finger on her lips to keep her from talking. "I said, I will carry you," he said in a domineering tone.

His Master just quietly nodded as she saw him being serious. Then, the Vampire carried her in his arms and went out of that storage room.

When they arrived at the eatery, cold stares followed them.

"I heard that she summoned a Spirit Servant, not a Vampire Servant."

"Eh? Then that country bumpkin isn't special as the rumors say?"

"Maybe she likes handsome men, that's why her Spirit Servant's form is like that."

"Why is she ordering him to carry her? Does she think she's a princess or something? What a disgusting sight."

Ivory furrowed her eyebrows as she heard them talking, "These people love to talk about me and do not even bother whispering."

He looked down at her, finding her furrowed brows cute, "Some students did whisper some things."

"And what did they say?"

Sigmund gave a sly smile, "They talked about how handsome I am."

Ivory gave a short laugh, "You're so full of yourself," and she was assisted down to sit on the wooden chair in front of Arcea and Lucius and thanked him.

"Ivory, how's your wound?" Arcea asked worriedly. "You were gone for a long while."

"My wound has been cleaned very well…" she hesitantly replied and shot a glance at Sigmund, who sat beside her and smirked.