Desert Bloodsucking and Love-Devouring

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The prologue:
In a sinister and eerie ancient castle lives a group of non-humans. Why? Because while they possess
the appearance of ordinary people, they have extraordinary abilities.
For example, they can live forever, maintaining their youth and beauty without needing to visit beauty salons or body sculpting centers.
Oh, and they are not bound by space, able to travel through time and space at will to any time and place. They
can have breakfast at Tiffany's with Audrey Hepburn in New York City in the morning;
have lunch with Louis XIV's mistress in France at noon; and have a reunion under the full moon with Chang'e in the evening.
Ah! Furthermore, they can easily disguise themselves as another person without plastic surgery.
Most importantly, their food is very special—they drink fresh human blood!
As long as they bare their alluring fangs and bite a human's neck, fresh food will flow in endlessly.
Moreover, they can choose to kill their prey with a single bite, sending them directly to heaven, or to make their prey become one of their kind,
living together as one big family.
Who are they? They are the infamous Mosis family, a vampire clan feared by all.
However, they are not without weaknesses. Right now, they are shrouded in gloom and despair.
"Since you're all here today, I have something to say to you," an elder of the Mosis family said earnestly to a group of young vampires, baring his
sharp fangs . "A few days ago, I used tarot cards
to predict something for you..."
One of them, his sharp eyes flashing with cold light, spoke in a tone as icy as a thousand-year-old block of ice: "You're not trying to trick us again, are you?"
Hmph! Last time, he also used some kind of tarot card reading, saying that a great calamity would befall them and that everyone should take refuge, but
nothing of the sort happened.
"This time is different. I've calculated it several times, and the result is always the same. You must not be careless." The elder
looked at everyone with a worried expression, then, as if he had thought of something, he took out a crystal ball from his robes
and wiped it with the cuff of his black robe. Then, he chanted a spell...
A strange thing happened: the crystal ball, which was originally transparent and clear, suddenly became murky. When the smoke dissipated,
their dwelling place—the ancient castle—appeared. The castle had been deserted for many years, and it was naturally eerie and terrifying. What was strange was
that layers of black mist shrouded the castle, and it seemed to be sinking deeper and deeper...
The people who had been idle and indifferent before finally turned their attention to
the elder who was anxiously waiting. Seeing the strange phenomenon displayed by the crystal ball, everyone finally showed a hint of doubt and waited to hear what the elder
would say next.
The elder pointed to the crystal ball and said, "I believe you've all seen it. The various strange phenomena, combined with the results of my tarot
divination , indicate that you are facing a great calamity. If you cannot avert it in time, I'm afraid..."
Seeing that he was about to ramble on, another vampire, exuding a chilling aura, subtly
smirked , revealing sharp fangs. Before he could speak, the astute elder cleverly changed the subject:
"To... to avert this calamity isn't difficult. Although we are not human, we still need to marry and have children to continue
the Mosis family line. And this time, this calamity... I..."
"Get to the point!" This time, everyone cooperated, baring their fangs and roaring at him.
"Alright, alright! I'll tell you." Picking his ear, the elder grumbled, "These young people nowadays
are really ..."
"Hurry up!"
"As long as you can find your destined brides and make them our people, you can escape this calamity!"
The elder was startled and immediately finished explaining the solution in one breath.
"Heh! You should have said so earlier. It's just biting a human's neck. I thought it was some
difficult mission like sucking the blood of Death!" one of them said disdainfully.
"It's urgent, you need to get going quickly," the elder urged hurriedly.
Another person turned his head, his expression clearly showing that his patience had run out, and asked coldly, "Elder,
did forget to tell us something?"
"Oh, I already told you... Ah! I know." The elder smiled knowingly, waved to everyone, and said,
"Be careful on the road!"
"Elder!" A burst of anger erupted from the man's head as he roared at him again.
Perhaps it was because of this shout that he slapped his forehead, only then realizing that he had forgotten to tell them something important. "Don't be
so stingy, I was just about to say it,"
he cleared his throat, "You all have to disguise yourselves as humans and go to the time and space where your destined brides reside to find them
and resolve your calamity."
"Nonsense, otherwise, wearing a black robe would scare people to death!"
"Uh..." The elder was speechless, only able to chuckle awkwardly, "Hehehe!"
"Elder, quickly tell us the correct era and what the brides look like!" With a flick of his sleeve, the least talkative
elder spoke up.
Damn it! The ghost he feared most was him. "Oh." He closed his eyes and recited a spell again, a puff of smoke rose
, and the crystal ball instantly showed handsome men and beautiful women from different time and space—
Chapter One
Wesley Mosis never forgot what responsibility he had come here to fulfill. His
Mosis family had lived on Earth for over three thousand years, while he had only lived for a century before facing a calamity that
would affect the life and death of his people, thus arriving in Arabia ahead of schedule.
According to the elders, he must find his destined bride among human women to avert the calamity that befell his
people .
All his training had given him a sharper mind and abilities than humans, and he
began . His destined bride hadn't appeared yet, and he had already slept with many women, but none had given him
a child.
Just as the elders said, only his destined bride had the privilege of giving birth to his child through a special
method . If she wasn't his destined bride, she would die carrying his child, something he desperately
wanted to avoid.
Luohan knocked and entered, his thin, pale face displaying his usual calm and expressionless demeanor.
"Master and the others have arrived."
Luohan was an old servant who had come with him; he was very capable and adept at handling cleanup, providing him with significant
assistance. Therefore, he served as the steward of the house, managing everything himself.
"I just saw it on the monitor." Wesley sat quietly in
his office chair, surrounded by darkness except for the faint light from the monitor. He preferred to think
and be alone in the night.
"Are you going down to meet them?"
"I've planned this for so long, and there's only one thing left. This is just a responsibility; the sooner I finish it,
the more relaxed I'll be." His words revealed impatience, but his gaze held a completely different emotion, intently
fixed on the pretty figure on the screen. "Rohan, you're in charge of that history professor. As for my
bride, arrange for her to stay in the suite connected to my bedroom."
"Yes!" Rohan respectfully withdrew.
Wesley had been waiting for his bride for a long time; the waiting of over a hundred years had been for this moment. He would
come here to lay the foundation, all for her.
Before, the time wasn't right, so he could travel through time and space while waiting for his destined
bride to appear; but now, under his careful planning, his bride was about to appear here.
From the moment she was born, he sensed her presence, and before the time was ripe, he first established his identity . And she, under his deliberate planning, slowly entered the life he had arranged for her; first, she became interested
in history , and then she was admitted to the history department of university. Next, he arranged for her to accompany a professor researching Arabic history, and planned this research trip, with all expenses and itinerary planned by him; using this professor as a middleman, he brought his bride here. Now, he would let Rohan handle the professor's problem properly, lest the professor hinder them; and things were proceeding according to his plan. Thinking of this, a smug smile appeared on Wesley's cold face. His hand slowly caressed the delicate figure on the screen . "My little bride, I will conquer you, possess you, and make you willingly become mine." His eyes flashed with a predatory light, and his expression was resolute and sinister. Heath Schiller followed the professor to the holy city of Qajar in Arabia. She never expected that this world-renowned legendary figure, the most powerful man in Qajar, would invite her and the professor to conduct research here. Upon arriving, both the professor and she were very excited, not only for the history but also for the people, especially Wesley Mosis. They had heard he was a handsome 30-year-old man who, through his inherited legacy, was creating another desert legend. Few had seen his face, and he rarely appeared in the public media; he was an extremely mysterious and prestigious sheikh, highly valuing his privacy. His house was entirely computer-controlled and secured with central locking. They heard that only he and the strange old man they had just met lived in this large mansion; everyone else could only work there during the day and had to leave at night. He loved all things traditional Arab clothing and customs, but everything for daily life was modern, as evidenced by the features of his house. They had been brought here in a large sedan chair, and upon reaching the gate, two young men in white uniforms immediately came forward to take their luggage, while the old man greeted them at the door. It seemed Wesley was treating them quite courteously! When the old man led her to her bedroom, she couldn't help but widen her eyes, feeling that Wesley was being far too courteous . After he left, she immediately looked around the room, scrutinizing the large bed with its white satin sheets, the window with its white lace curtains, and the vibrant Persian rug on the floor. Finally, her gaze fell on the door to the right of the bed . She saw a door there. She couldn't help but frown. The bathroom door was open, so she knew that door would n't the wardrobe, because the wardrobe was right next to the bathroom, that huge wardrobe was there. To prove her point, she went forward and opened the door. This time, her frown deepened. There were many new clothes, the tags still on! She took them down and compared them, finding that they fit her perfectly. "What's going on here?" "Those are all for you." Suddenly, a deep and unfamiliar male voice came from behind her, and Heath turned around in fright. "You…" She was speechless with shock. This man was so beautiful! He had long, shiny black hair, which was now wildly cascading down his neck and back. His features were extremely handsome, and his dark eyes shone with a deep light. His brows were cold and sharp, giving him an unfathomable air. What surprised her most was his extremely fair skin, so pale it was almost translucent, giving him a fragile appearance. Yet, he exuded an air of authority that commanded thousands, with a touch of arrogance. His dark eyes were fixed on her, his burning gaze making her feel hot all over. It was this gaze that gave him a devilish glow, making his delicate face no longer fragile, but rather enhancing his innate masculine majesty, adding a strong and attractive quality. "Hiss, welcome home." His words left Hiss stunned for a long time before she came to her senses. "Who...who are you?" she asked, though she seemed to already know the answer in her heart. This man must be the mysterious chieftain. "Wesley Mosis," he said, walking up to her. Two strange lights flashed in his eyes as he carefully examined her. Her beautiful and delicate features included bright, lively brown eyes, a pert nose, rosy lips, and long, flowing hair that matched the color of her eyes. She was 168 centimeters tall, with a shapely figure and flawless, smooth skin like white jade, embodying all beauty in one. She was a sight to behold, and her elegant demeanor was even more captivating. His answer confirmed her guess, but she had no time to question his identity. What she wanted to know now was why he had come out from behind that door. "I don't understand what you're talking about. I just want to know, what gives you the right ?" Her question made Wesley chuckle. He lifted one of her hands to his lips. " Everything is mine, including this room." His face was so close to hers, his handsome features reflected in her eyes. She could feel his uniquely warm body temperature, his alluring musky scent, and his intense gaze… all of it made her dizzy. Pulling herself back to reality, she tried to pull her hand away, but he wouldn't let go. Heath was somewhat displeased. "Let go of me. Although you are the owner here, it doesn't mean you have the right to enter."

"My room."
"Is that so?" He gazed at her slender fingers. "I may have forgotten to tell you, not only this bedroom,
but you yourself belong to me." After saying this wildly, he suddenly took her fingers into his mouth and sucked on them.
Instantly, the warm touch from her fingers made her shudder. A strong electric current stimulated her senses
and caused a tingling sensation. She subconsciously tried to push him away, but he pulled her into his arms.
"You... what nonsense are you talking about?"
"I'm not talking nonsense. Do you know how many years I've waited for you? When you stood in front of me, I
originally wanted to give you some time, but I realized that just seeing you through the screen was no longer enough for me. I
couldn't wait any longer. So, I decided to come see you now."
Seeing that she was still trying to struggle, he forcefully restrained her, locking her firmly in his arms. "Shh!
Don't resist anymore, you belong to me, and I'll make you understand soon enough."
Giving her no chance to resist, his warm lips locked tightly against hers, his passionate kiss forcefully prying open her
mouth, conveying his intense desire and possessiveness through her lips. He licked her sensitive
red lips, then teased her smooth tongue wantonly.
Wesley's masterful kissing skills made her mind go blank, all reason gradually disappearing. She realized kissing could
be so intoxicating and captivating. As their tongues intertwined, her mind was completely engulfed by the intense torrent of love,
all her thoughts drifting away, leaving only the fiery embrace.
Heath couldn't help but let out a soft moan, her whole body going limp in his arms. It was as if he possessed a
bewitching magic, rendering her completely powerless to resist, wanting only to enjoy the new sensations he brought.
Wesley felt her response, felt her gentle surrender in his arms. He had never known kissing
could be so wonderful; one person's lips touching another's could send shivers through the entire body—how
wondrous!
He jolted, realizing it wasn't his own thought, but Heath's. Good heavens, he had lost the ability
to distinguish between his own burning lust and her innocent, carefree passion. This was
extremely dangerous for both of them. This wasn't the game he used to play in indulging in lovemaking; it was
an absolutely shocking and dangerous affair.
He only possessed the special abilities of disguise and time travel, but the act of being intimate with her had given
them the ability to communicate on a spiritual level. Caressing her skin, he couldn't stop, nor could he.
His heavy breath brushed against her ear, his burning hands
sliding over her soft body, gently caressing her neck, down her back, lingering between her waist and hips
, slowly exploring every sensitive spot on her body that could ignite desire.
His large hands reached her white, tender neck, his fingers massaging her pulsating veins, his lips
rubbing against it, and his tongue lightly licking.
"Do you know how beautiful and soft your neck is..."
Sensing the changes in Heather's body, he moved his large hand to her chest, grasping her firm yet supple and round
breasts, gently kneading and teasing her nipples with his fingertips, while forcefully sucking on her slender white neck.
Wesley found his sharp teeth throbbing as if trying to burst through his gums, and his arousal hormones were beginning to rise.
A faint, sweet arousal hormone flowed down his throat, making his desire increasingly intense and unbearable.
But he had to exercise his self-control, burying his face in her soft, smooth neck, his tongue
sliding down the veins in her neck. He had to restrain himself, even though she was the one for whom he needed to wait the least, because she was his
destined bride, destined to bear his children. But until she gave herself willingly, he forced himself to suppress
his surging impulses.
He began to hate the word "wait." For her, he had waited for hundreds of years. However, reality
forced him to replace his impulses with even more forceful sucking.
He hadn't forgotten that if he couldn't make her willingly become one of his kind, rashly turning her
into a vampire would not only fail to avert their family's calamity, but she would also lose her life, dying alongside them.
He had fallen deeply in love with her from the moment she was born. He
had been a part of her entire twenty-five years of life, though she was unaware of it, he had begun to love her for it.
Now, his only task was to make her accept this fact, accept his identity, and become one of his kind three months before the deadline . This way, he could not only possess her but also resolve
the family's thousand-year-old calamity . Three months was a period neither too long nor too short. Wesley's only thought was to first possess Heather's body, then enter her heart. He would use his male advantage and physical pleasure to win her affection. Although he had always been averse to emotions and didn't understand what love was, this was the only way he could directly express it, and the best way he could think of. He released her neck, licking her earlobe, greedily inhaling the delicate fragrance emanating from her neck. "Mmm...so fragrant..." he murmured between kisses. The stimulation caused a shiver, making Heather's body involuntarily writhe in his arms, rubbing against his strong chest, unexpectedly arousing him. He bit her earlobe, slipping his tongue into her ear, licking her sensitive area, causing her to tremble violently. "Mmm..." His tongue darted into her ear, licking, making her feel weak. She felt that he seemed to really enjoy teasing her neck, once again feeling the intense heat and burning sensation near her carotid artery, followed by the stinging bites and strong sucking, almost making her think that his teeth were going to pierce her flesh. Wesley hesitated for a moment, controlling his impulse, and quickly kissed her down her neck to her chest… He suddenly gently pushed her, letting her legs touch the edge of the bed, and laid her down on the bed, dimming the bedside lamp. Then he looked at her intently. Those seemingly magical black eyes made Heather's vision blur, her thoughts completely stopped, and her heart was disturbed by his large hand that slipped inside her skirt. She still didn't know why she was seized by this fervent desire and so deeply immersed in his teasing, completely powerless to resist. While she was in a daze, he pulled down the zipper on the back of her dress, pulled the clothes off from her shoulders, and also removed all her undergarments. He couldn't help but admire her slender figure and full, firm breasts.

Her round, pert buttocks and long, beautiful legs were also incredibly alluring.
Her snow-white, silky skin radiated a captivating glow, making him unable to resist reaching out to touch it.
"You're so beautiful!" He impatiently pressed his body against hers and lowered his head to suckle...
"Mmm..." A tingling pleasure spread throughout her body, causing her to moan softly.
His large hands kneaded her high, firm breasts, stimulating her buds to slowly bloom before
gently stroking down the curves of her breasts, directly across her lower abdomen...
"Uh...no...it hurts!" Heath had never experienced such an invasion before, and she began to resist him.
Seeing her cry out in pain, he didn't stop. Instead, he continued teasing her. He couldn't
give up because of her pleas; otherwise, how could he continue? But his heart ached for her conflicted little face
. So…
waves of pleasure spread from her lower abdomen throughout her body, filling her with an even more urgent, inexplicable thirst for pleasure.
Sis instinctively reached out and tightly embraced his head, gripping his long hair, letting out a moan. She hadn't expected him to
arouse such a strange desire in such a frenzied way.
A predatory glint flashed in Wesley's eyes. He quickly removed all his clothes, pressing his
body His lips covered hers, and he plunged into her.
"Ah…it hurts…" Sis cried out in pain, her face contorted. The tearing, intense pain
almost made her faint.
He kissed her lips again, stopping his movements, wanting her to feel him and experience the pleasure of her tightly surrounding him.
"Ah..." She felt the pleasure building up, utterly powerless to resist, only able to let him lead
her through a world of desire.
Sis slowly awoke from her deep sleep, feeling exhausted and wondering about her body
. But the moment she tried to move, she felt aches all over her body, making her lie motionless.
Suddenly, the scene from last night flashed through her mind. She felt her erotic dream was far too real,
but when a sharp pain shot through her legs, she ignored the pain and quickly sat up. When she saw
the red stain on the sheets, she froze.
So, everything last night was real; it wasn't a dream.
What was going on? Looking at the crumpled sheets, the passionate intimacy of last night immediately resurfaced
in her mind .
Sis couldn't help but cover her burning cheeks with her hands, letting out a frustrated groan. How could she be
so bewitched? After meeting Wesley, she felt a strange sense of familiarity and
attraction , even willing to offer him her most precious virginity!
Thinking of this, she felt even more ashamed. This was insane! How could she face anyone after this?
No! No! She had to talk to him and make things clear, otherwise how could she
stay here She glanced at her watch and was surprised to find that it…it wasn't moving.
How could this be a new watch she bought before coming to Sanctuary Kaha? How could it
break ? For now, she should quickly get ready and go downstairs to find the professor.
Wesley sat in his office, watching Heath's every move, then pressed the intercom, asking Rohan to bring
Heath to his office; he wanted to see her.
Looking at the beautiful figure on the screen, he suddenly felt his blood boil again. As soon as it was light,
he returned to his room, but couldn't rest. So he gave up sleep and went to his office to handle
business, holding back until now, finally turning on the monitor to check on his destined bride.
Unexpectedly, he saw her pacing around the room. Wasn't she supposed to be here to explain things to him? Why was she in such a
hurry to see the professor now?
Just gazing at her like that, he felt his desire rise again. If it weren't for
the special place she held in his heart, he would have disregarded the fact that last night was her first time and taken her again
to satisfy his desires.
That's why he had painfully left her side. Before, his pent-up desires
could , but now that he had met her, he didn't want to touch any other woman.
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
He answered, calmly turning off the monitor and turning to look at the person who entered.
After letting Heath into the room, Rohan immediately withdrew and closed the door behind him.
Heath found herself feeling a sudden flutter in his heart when she was with him, a strong, throbbing sensation that
surprised . When she looked up at him, she met his deep, burning black eyes,
a gaze that seemed to carry an electric current, leaving her speechless.
She was so beautiful. Every time he looked at her, he felt himself becoming more and more infatuated with her. It felt like an
unending love, and he felt no panic, for he had waited long enough for her.
Staring intently at her, Wesley said, "Heath, I want you to stay here."
What! This arrogant man's declaration jolted her awake from her spell of attraction to him. "
What nonsense are you spouting!" Thinking of their intimacy the night before, her anger flared up. In a moment of impulse, she
stood before him, her hands on the table, her face inches from his.
"I haven't settled the score with you for yesterday yet! Do you think you're so great just because you're a chief? I'm
a guest, how could you... Ah..."
She screamed in surprise, only to find him grabbing her wrist. Before she could even realize what was happening,
he had already swiftly pulled her into his arms, firmly placing her on his lap.
She didn't know how it happened; in the blink of an eye, she... she was being held in his arms again!
How could this be? She wanted to cry. This jerk, why did he always hold
her like this every time he saw her?
"You... you let go of me. You've gone too far! I'm not your woman, how could you... Ah!"
She screamed again, realizing that her fingers were... being sucked on by this man.
Heath stared wide-eyed as he gnawed on her fingers, the stinging sensation causing her pain. But as she felt the pain,
he extended his tongue and licked her skin, taking turns licking each of her fingers, his sexy lips pressed against them
.
"Nothing is impossible, my sweetheart. You're already mine, so
stop struggling."
Pull your fingers away! Push him away! He's just holding your finger in his mouth, Heath,
get away from this horrible man. She kept shouting in her heart. But… he was just licking and kissing her…
Her fingers... she felt completely paralyzed, helplessly watching him passionately tantalize her senses, teasingly kissing
her delicate fingers. His touch stirred within her, a warm current
slowly body.
Desire replaced all other thoughts. She saw him staring intently at her face, his sharp gaze slowly sweeping across
her cheeks, lingering on her neck for a moment, and finally settling on her chest.
He didn't want to either! But whenever he saw her, he couldn't resist the passion within him, the urge
to touch her, to possess her.
Like now, she was merely sitting on his lap, and he had already abandoned all reason, pulling her into
his arms and lowering his head to capture her red lips.
Under his burning gaze, Heath felt herself about to succumb, but thankfully a sliver of reason roused
her in time. She reached out and pressed her hand against his lips, preventing him from taking any further action.
"No way! You have to explain yourself clearly today, why should I let you take advantage of me!" She tried
to break free from his burning embrace, but he remained unmoved, leaving her frozen in his arms, glaring at him.
Wesley raised an eyebrow, amused by her defensive stance. "Do you think what happened between us
was just me taking advantage of you?"

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