Did Jeffrey Dahmer Drink Blood の小説・ストーリー

His bite was deep and powerful, the rush of pleasure so intense that my vision flickered. Damien knelt near my head, turning my face gently toward him. He offered his thick cock to my lips. I opened eagerly, taking him into my mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue around the head while he fed small amounts of his own blood from a shallow cut on his thumb, letting it drip onto my tongue between thrusts. The taste of his ancient blood mixed with the salt of his precum created an intoxicating blend that made my head spin.

"I'll just prepare a few things, you can sit in the living room while I cook us food, make yourself at home," he said, and this time, I was really weirded out, he was really too nice to me. I once saw a movie "Jeffrey Dahmer" and this is exactly what he was like. He was so kind to the people who he let inside his house, but a moment later, he goes wacko-wacko and stabs his guest to death.

The stench of blood hit his nostrils almost instantly as he fisted his fingers, putting more pressure on the wound and filling the bowl with more than half. “You call that a few drops of blood?” Dhara choked, recoiling and almost barfing her guts out at the sight of thick red liquid that dribbled down his hand like water. With his gaze set on her rather than the blood oozing out of him, he didn’t even cringe at the stinging discomfort. The horror and shock in her dark brown eyes amused him more than anything. “That would be enough. Here,” handing him a towel, Jules pulled the bowl closer to herself. From the drawer on her right, she pulled out a small transparent bottle that held a sort of b

These words were delivered in a gentle tone, a sharp contrast to the way it would have been if Derek had been how he was, a week ago. “And no, I don’t drink blood. I still eat normal food. The blood wasn’t given with the intent to convert me, but to create a mind path. I would have to confess though that it had strengthened me for the journey ahead. If I’m to be honest, it was the most enthralling and nutritious thing I have ever tasted.”

"He would inject his blood into these people, and this made them violent, barbaric, manic and also physically strong. They become so strong, it's jarring." "But why would he do that? Why would he use his blood and do such experiments like this?" Carl scoffed. "Because he is a fucking psychopath. He is like an evil maniac, I honestly cannot phantom what goes on in his head. He is so sick, that his blood was the raw material in most of his experiments. Remember the plague." My eyes went so wide, I feared they would pop out of the socket. "Are you saying he used his blood to make the plague?"

I moved my head a little to open the vein and let his blood flow into my mouth. It was similar to the time I drank Damien’s blood. The taste was that of mint and maple, such a strange combination. But it was delightful. I drank slowly despite my instincts to drink without care. This was difficult, I wanted to just suck him dry. But I knew I didn’t want to kill him. I couldn’t.

As I drank my bag of A negative blood; I realized it didn’t taste as good as O negative, but it would have to do. “Now Tammy, while I was away I was having reports done on you. Both Darien and… another source both informed me that you were not drinking human blood anymore. That even when Darien offered you a bag when you invited him inside, you still refused it and kicked him out… Even after you told me you would start drinking normally again,” Thomas said quietly. I could tell that I had really upset him. He wasn’t yelling or even looking at me, rather talking to me like I was a child in trouble. Which I guess I was, in a way.

The thick curtains soaking up the sunlight. "Am I bothering you?" He asked, arching an eyebrow. His ivory teeth were stained red. I could barely stop myself from shuddering, "Yeah, it is bothering me." "Would it bother you less if I said it wasn't human?" "It's not?" I inhaled deeply realizing it didn't have the same notes human blood would but it didn't smell like animal blood either. What type of freaky ass blood was this guy into drinking? "Nope," he tipped the rest of the blood back, slamming the crystal class on the table in front of him. Julian ran his tongue over his teeth, leaving behind a sparkling white surface that was no longer stained with sticky blood.

"Don't do it again, Dmitri. I understand you had little choice, but it goes against everything I am to feed a blood sucker." Just a hint of amber flashed in his eyes even though he knew I partially jested. He shrugged. "Don't worry your pretty head about it. Dragon blood is the nastiest thing I ever tasted." Yeah right. I know how powerful dragon blood is. "Well you didn't expire, so it couldn't be all bad." He didn't give me the smartass comeback I expected. "How do you feel?" Ashamed, sad, and homesick. "Better." "How are the cravings for alcohol?"

I’d caught it in desperate, scrabbling hands, my eyes wide with a hope I didn’t dare to feel. Before the attacks, I’d preferred to drink straight from the vein. It was hot and heady, and I’d tried to revel in my nature. Drinking from a neck or wrist made me feel like the monster I was. But so much had changed since then – least of all the fact that refrigerated human blood was a thousand times more palatable than fresh animal blood. I didn’t feel like a monster anymore.