In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

The black toes gently lifted the black hair hanging on the boy's cheek, and then gently fell on Guinevere's cheek.

Ahhh, so excited.

Guinevere's face, which looked so beautiful no matter how you looked at it, was being stepped on by him...!

An expression of excitement appeared on the face of the Fairy Knight Tristan, which he tried hard to suppress but couldn't control.

The more precious something is, the more joyful it is to waste it... This statement is absolutely correct...!

"Hey... Guinevere? Can you see it? Can you see it?"

"Haa ...

Fairy Knight Tristan couldn't help but murmured excitedly: "I made you ignore me normally...! I made you suddenly fall in love with mother behind my back...!"

"I'm being so nice to you now! And you don't even like me!"

"And I just happened to fall in love with my mother...!"

"Haha~ This is what they call punishment? No matter how arrogant you are when you're awake, I can still play with you however I want when you fall asleep!"

As if he was a little tired of maintaining this posture, the Fairy Knight Tristan retracted his foot.

Then she spread her legs and knelt on Guinevere.

"Ge~~"

A few scarlets gently pulled open his collar, revealing the boy's white neck.

"Well... I'll just treat this as interest from you."

“Hu…ho…ah~”

The warm breath left a thin layer of mist on the boy's snow-white neck. It seemed that he recalled the particularly unpleasant intimate behavior between Guinevere and his mother on the throne. Before taking action, the fairy knight Tristan reached out and pinched Guinevere's weak fingertips.

Come to think of it, she had hardly touched Guinevere's hand... Before, the blood-sucking man had just pounced on him and started talking. Although there was indeed a simple and rough pleasure in the physical sensation, it would be too boring if it was like this every time.

The fingertips, which were dotted with gorgeous colors and looked whiter and even paler, slowly pinched the boy's palm, which had a little more blood color and vitality in comparison.

His hands were slightly warmer than hers, soft and weak, yet with a sense of reluctance and welcome.

…feels very comfortable to touch.

"Hoo... huh..."

The willful princess took a deep breath, and then patiently inserted her fingertips into the gaps between the boy's weak fingers, and then slowly increased the strength.

Is this what it felt like when Mother held Guinevere's hand?

so comfortable...

Her Royal Highness the Princess, who could no longer hold back her emotions, frowned slightly. Along with the overwhelming sense of touch that came from her screaming fingers, there was also an indescribable sense of spiritual satisfaction.

It was as if at this moment, Guinevere's heart was glued to his own.

So happy... so happy...

She stretched out her pink tongue and licked the mist condensed from Guinevere's breath on her snowy neck clean, then opened her sharp teeth.

It easily pierced his flesh, which already looked almost fragile, and penetrated into the blood vessels, greedily craving for the flowing drops of life.

…so sweet.

The sweet rain of life stimulated her nerves, and this strong throbbing burst out from the depths of her heart. At the same time, she couldn't help but clasped Guinevere's weak hand.

This is a matter of course, just like an open flame encountering fuel. Although Tristan, as a vampire fairy knight, does not die without sucking blood like traditional vampires, it does not mean that she will be indifferent when faced with such a feast.

“…Ugh…Gu.”

"Oh... cough."

I don’t know how much time had passed. The blood-sucking behavior obviously ended very quickly, but the willful princess was reluctant to leave Guinevere’s body. She slowly propped herself up and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

The young man's blood dyed the princess's alluring red lips red. The sweet taste moistened the tip of her tongue and went all the way to the depths of her mouth. Along with the Yaling-level magic power flowing through her body, the fairy knight Tristan felt that his current condition was better than ever before.

"Hmph... Thank you for your hospitality... Guinevere..."

Looking at the young man who frowned slightly, perhaps because he felt pain, Her Royal Highness the Princess smiled and then moved closer to his face.

A bold idea suddenly came to the mind of the fairy knight Tristan.

"Hey, Guinevere, do you know what your own blood tastes like?"

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PS: Third update

Pseudo-Scene 101~Because I like you! Bastard!

The sleeping boy naturally could not hear the questions asked by Her Royal Highness the Princess.

He just frowned slightly. Although he couldn't see or hear after falling asleep, and had no idea that the Fairy Knight Tristan had done whatever he wanted to him while he was asleep, his basic perception was still there.

It does hurt a little when your blood is sucked.

Seeing that Guinevere had no intention of answering, Her Royal Highness the Princess curled her lips.

"Huh, if that's the case, I'll just take it as your consent, okay?"

Then, she adjusted her body slightly, with her head basically facing the calm and gentle sleeping face of Guinevere lying on the sofa.

...Tsk, is this guy's good looks just to seduce others to do something to him? !

The princess, who had no idea who was right or wrong in the end, calmed down her slightly excited mood.

The demonic grey eyes gazed at Guinevere's peaceful and gentle sleeping face, and an indescribable throbbing unconsciously arose in his heart.

"Ho..."

She took a deep breath.

Then kissed him.

Sure enough, no matter how hard Guinevere's mouth was, he was still soft when kissing.

He must be that kind, the kind among the driftwood out there.

...Tsundere attribute, right?

Damn it! But why is it that she is always so arrogant when she sees this guy Guinevere, and there is no sign of being coquettish at all? !

Sure enough, there is something wrong with this statement, right? !

...But putting aside these factors that made her unable to figure out the answer, what she actually felt was a feeling she had never experienced before.

A faint sweetness different from his blood was blooming in her mouth.

...It's so addictive.

damn it.

The Fairy Knight Tristan muttered hatefully as he realized what was happening.

It's all because Guinevere is so tempting, otherwise she wouldn't do such a thing.

The tip of the tongue stained with a trace of blood peeled open Guinevere's soft lips and worked silently along the teeth.

……

.........

Tsk, is this guy's mouth screwed in?! Why is it so hard to pry it open?!

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Guinevere had a very strange dream today.

He dreamed about the day when His Majesty and he got married.

They walked up to the throne together, and she became His Majesty's queen.

Up to this point, the dream was not strange at all, but rather very real.

only……

Things started to get weirder after that.

After returning to the palace, His Majesty suddenly changed his usual indifferent and cold style and became very enthusiastic, kissing and touching me...

But this was also a natural intimate act between husband and wife. Although Guinevere felt ashamed, he did not refuse.

But when His Majesty was about to tear off his clothes... the person in front of him was no longer His Majesty.

…It’s Her Royal Highness, Tristan.

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Guinevere opened his sleepy eyes, but found that he was not lying on the big bed in the bedroom, but on the sofa.

"Hmm...did you accidentally fall asleep yesterday...?"

He subconsciously rubbed his slightly sore neck. This feeling... was strangely familiar.

"Oh... What a strange dream..."

The young man propped himself up, thinking back to last night's dream which gradually became blurred as he woke up, and couldn't help muttering to himself.

"Hmm? What dream? Do you dream like humans do?"

A familiar voice came, and Guinevere looked up, and saw Her Royal Highness the Princess standing beside him. She was in a very good mental state, and it seemed that she had slept well last night?

"It's not so unimaginable that fairies can dream, right?"

The boy asked back.

"Hey, what did you dream about last night?"

"Last night I dreamt that Your Majesty and I..."

Guinevere's murmur stopped abruptly, and suddenly, a blush appeared on the boy's cheeks.

Because he suddenly noticed that the person in front of him was very similar to the princess he dreamed of last night in both posture and temperament, they were simply... exactly the same.

Guinevere did not dare to tell her in front of her that the person he dreamed of marrying had suddenly changed from His Majesty to her.

Otherwise I would probably be laughed at again.

However, the fairy knight Tristan did not think so.

Those enchanting eyes reflected the blush on the boy's face, making him extremely angry.

I treated you like that last night, and you're still thinking about your mother?!

This is too much!

Did I really sleep with you last night, and you thought it was your mother who was sleeping with you, you bastard!

Seeing the Fairy Knight Tristan silently gritting his teeth, Guinevere couldn't help but feel a little confused.

"…What's wrong? Tristan? You don't look very happy…"

"Shut up! You're making so much noise! ​​No way! I'm in a very good mood right now!"

However, the princess's expression and eyes silently showed that this was not the case at all.

"By the way, what were you talking about with His Majesty after I left yesterday?"

Guinevere has almost gotten used to the fairy knight Tristan's daily duplicity. He doesn't care what happened last night. Tristan won't tell her anyway.

"Hmph, nothing, just a casual chat... You don't really think you can cause a quarrel between me and Mother, do you?"

Her Royal Highness the Princess curled her lips and said, "You think too highly of yourself."

"I hope you guys won't quarrel, no matter what the reason is... after all, you are both important relatives to each other, right?"

Guinevere shook his head and said.

“Hmm… hum…”

The fairy knight Tristan was slightly stunned. Forget it... Guinevere is just like this anyway. He speaks better than anyone else.

"But if that's the case... why did you stop my wedding with His Majesty?"

Guinevere couldn't help but ask softly as he looked at the gray demon eyes that gradually avoided his gaze.