¬ Fashire
We have had more meetings in the past few days than the few months I had visited the castle while the portals to the human world were open.
And thanks to that serpent boy's visit, we had another assignment to scour the territory for some sacred item of theirs.
"You look terrible, Venti," Sereth observed.
I ignored him.
The truth was far worse than terrible. I had spent the hours after that woman fled my study in a spiral of self-destruction.
I had touched myself until my flesh was raw. Until my hand blistered. Until my cock bled and the pain became the only thing I could feel besides her phantom warmth still clinging to my fingers.
And even then, I had not stopped.
The agony after that had been a relief. It immensely helped to distract me from the blood craving and that messy situation.
I hadn't rubbed one out in a long time.
I hoped I wouldn't need to anytime soon.
