Chapter 1 Escape

London, eighteenth Century.

A carriage galloped in the night. The bright moon hung in the air, and the sound was quiet. Only the groan of crows could be heard faintly.

The coachman was already exhausted, but he still forced himself to go on with his journey. The man in the carriage tightly covered his chest, with a blood-red rose badge symbolizing the identity of the master of the vampire clan hidden in it.

"Master Bruce! How about we give up?"

The servant cried, "Give the badge to your brother. Maybe he can let us go."

"It's too late." The pale and handsome man shook his head. "Even if I give him the badge, I won't be able to live."

As the most unique existence of the vampire family, Bruce Pace, his father was the head of the Pace family, and his mother was an ordinary human.

As mixed blood of human and vampire, Bruce had always been a shame of the family, and it was also a thorn in Adrien's eyes.

When his father was still alive, his brother, Adrien, had assassinated Bruce many times.

When his father died, especially when he announced that the next successor was Bruce, Adrien exploded.

Bruce got the news in advance and escaped.

Adrien offered a reward of 5000 gold coins to the vampire hunter association to buy his life.

The wind was whistling, and the dense bushes along the river Rhine were the perfect habitat for all the hunters.

Whoosh!

With the sound of the archer, the carriage suddenly shook. The horse roared and rushed into the river. It was shot on its leg and could no longer run away.

Bruce's breath stopped and his heart beat violently. It was deathly quiet outside the carriage. Bruce knew that he was dying.

Outside the carriage, the coachman begged for mercy, "Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me."

With a gunshot, the sound stopped abruptly.

Bruce took out a dagger and fangs, waiting for the curtain to open and fight to the death.

A smoking gun came in. As the curtain was opened, a beautiful face appeared in the sight of Bruce.

"Duke Bruce, please get off the car."

An hour later.

Bruce's hands were handcuffed, and the two ends of the handcuffs were fixed at the two corners of the carriage. With a slight movement, the bell rang.

The iron chain was long enough and could not restrain the action.

Squatting opposite him, Catherine looked at him up and down and said, "You have a pretty face. Is your mother very beautiful?"

She had to admit that Bruce was the most handsome among the vampires she had ever caught.

Bruce shook his head, "I've never seen her, but I've heard that she is indeed beautiful."

Catherine bit the apple in her hand. If she didn't have two guns around her waist, she would have looked like a sexy and shrewish tavern dancer.

Her clothes were exposed, and her plump breasts were almost wrapped up. The white milk flesh as thick as milk fluctuated with her movements, and the thin cloth bulged at the top of her head.

Bruce was attracted by the colossal milky breasts, but he didn't dare to look at them. He could only peek at it when Catherine was not paying attention.

"I won't kill you first. I'll kill you when I deliver the goods, in case your head stinks."

Catherine said casually as if she was talking about a piece of beef.

Bruce smiled and grinned, "Thank you."

Catherine rolled her eyes and said, "I just want to kill you later. It's not that I don't want to kill you."

"That's enough." According to Bruce, he thought the coachman would be the next one to be killed. When he got out of the carriage, he knew that the coachman had just run away.

It seemed that she was a good hunter who didn't kill ordinary people.

Catherine opened a corner of the curtain, peeked out, and quickly withdrew her hand.

"Marley is still following us. Are you kidding me? Who can take away my prey?"

She didn't care about Marley. At the worst, she could kill Marley together. She was used to the life of licking blood, and her emotions had already been indifferent.

In the morning light, Catherine, who had stayed up all night, held her hands and dozed off.

However, Bruce didn't feel sleepy at all. Instead, it kept staring at the beautiful Catherine.

The carriage was still moving. The body of the carriage was bumpy. Unexpectedly, Catherine leaned against the Bruce.

The tempting colossal breasts clung to his shoulder, and her round soft flesh rubbed against the arm of Bruce. As soon as he lowered his head, he could see Catherine's slightly opened red lips, along her collarbone, and her cleavage and partly visible breasts.

Bruce lowered his head and kissed Catherine's lips. Her plump lips exuded the fragrance of apples. He took a deep breath. Although he had already had sex before, it was his first time to feel it just by a kiss.

Catherine didn't feel anything. She was still sleeping, smacking her lips.

The sexy breasts were right in front of him. Bruce leaned over and kissed the breast. Then he stuck out his tongue and licked it. The tip of his tongue went down along the cleavage, and a piece of the breast was sucked hard. With a gentle pull of the chest dress decorated with lace, her exquisite breast tip was exposed. Bruce opened his mouth and talked for a while before he stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked along with the milk.

Catherine opened her eyes and saw Bruce licking her breasts.

She woke up in an instant, pulled out her gun, and pointed it at the head of Bruce, "Are you fucking tired of living?"

Bruce was not afraid at all. With a faint smile on his handsome and pale face, he said, "Can you fulfill one of my wishes?"

Catherine pulled the trigger and said impatiently, "Go ahead!"

"I want to fuck with you before I die."

Catherine was stunned. "It's said that Duke Bruce is smart and polite. I didn't expect you to be so obscene."

"It depends on who you are. Not everyone is as sexy as you, especially this pair of breasts."

He licked the corner of his mouth, revealing his white teeth, and the blood-sucking sharp teeth on both sides glowed.

Catherine put away her gun and said, "Bruce, don't drink any more blood."

Bruce smiled, "I won't drink your blood, although you..." he sniffed in the air, "Although your blood smells good."

Catherine frowned. "I hate vampires like you the most."

Back then, her parents died at the hands of vampires. She was forced to become an orphan and live with her uncle.

Bruce smirked, "I'm different from them. I've never killed anyone. Anyway, I'm dying. Please help me. I promise I'll make you comfortable. I'll lick your whole body with my tongue, from your neck to the tip of your breasts, to your soft waist, and into it."

After a pause, he reached out his hand to touch Catherine's thigh. Following the black thread to the root of her thigh, he skillfully unbuttoned the top of her trousers and socks. Her white thigh lost the shackle of the black thread, and sexy marks appeared at the edge.

"I'll lick your fair and slender thighs. I'll gently bite at the root of your thighs. I'll bit your thighs while touching your beautiful breasts with my hands. I'll turn my index fingers with my two hands to tease the tip of your breast. I'll take good care of both of them. When I play them well and raise them, I'll lick your vagina and put my tongue on your lips."

He licked his lips with the tip of his tongue in a very erotic way.