"Fine," Kaelen panted, his voice thick with a mix of exhaustion and lingering adrenaline.
He looked down at the panting vampire queen, her eyes still hazy with lust but flickering with that slight dangerously predatory glint.
"If that's how it is, I'll completely tame her by dawn."
He didn't give her a chance to respond. With a rough grip on her waist, he flipped her exhausted body over.
Isolde let out a needy, garbled moan of "Master~" as her face was buried into the pillow, her voice muffled.
Kaelen grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, and hauled her up until she was on her knees, her chest pressed flat against the mattress.
The position put her ass on full display.
He paused for a second to admire the view. It was marvelous... thick milky white and perfectly shaped.
Her thighs were plush and soft, trembling slightly from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
He raised his hand and brought it down hard.
Thwack!
The sound echoed sharply in the small room. Isolde yelped, her body jerking forward, but Kaelen held her hips firm.
A bright red handprint bloomed instantly on her left ass cheek, contrasting vividly against her pale skin.
"Spread it," Kaelen ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.
"Spread your pussy for your Master to enter."
Isolde shifted, her hands clutching the sheets. A hint of her noble pride resurfaced through the haze of pleasure.
"B-But..." she stammered into the pillow, her voice trembling.
"That is... too embarra—"
Thwack!
He slapped the other cheek, harder this time.
"Ahhh!" She cried out, a moan woven through the sound of pain.
"Do I need to remind you again?" Kaelen growled, leaning down so his breath hot against her ear.
"Who is the Master, and who is the slave here?"
He didn't wait for an answer. He moved his hand between her legs, his thumb finding the wet, slick folds of her pussy.
He coated the pad of his thumb with a faint crackle of electricity... not enough to shock her violently, but enough to buzz against her sensitive nerves like a warning.
He traced a slow, deliberate line from her bottom lip up to her swollen clit.
Zzzzt.⚡
Isolde gasped, her body locking up as she sensed the electricity hovering right over her most sensitive button.
Panic flared in her chest— not fear of death, but fear of that overwhelming mind-breaking pleasure he controlled.
"No! No, I'll do it!" she squealed.
She wriggled her ass frantically, reaching back with both hands.
She grabbed her own ass cheeks and pulled them apart wide.
The view was obscene and magnificent.
Both her cute holes were exposed in full glory, pink and twitching in the dim light.
Her pussy was gaping slightly, still slick from their previous round, while her tight little anus winked at him.
"See?" she panted, turning her head to look at him with glassy desperate eyes.
"Master can use and breed this queen however he wishes... Just... please..."
"Good girl."
Kaelen smirked. He reached down and tapped her clit with his thumb again, sending a mild, playful current through her.
"Hnggg~!" Isolde bit her lip, her eyes rolling back as the pleasure zipped through her spine.
Kaelen watched, mesmerized.
Because she was spreading herself so wide, the cum he had filled her with earlier began to drip out.
Thick, white fluids leaked from her pussy, trailing down her inner thighs.
It was incredibly sexy.
The sight of the proud Vampire Grand Duchess reducing herself to this— a leaking, desperate mess for him— ignited a new wave of fire in him.
He moved behind her, positioning the head of his cock against her wet lips.
He pressed the tip against her entrance, letting the slickness of his own seed lubricate the way.
"Take it," he grunted.
He thrust his hips forward, burying himself deep inside her in one smooth motion.
"Ohhh God~!" Isolde screamed into the pillow, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the sheets.
Kaelen didn't hold back. He grabbed a handful of her raven-black hair, pulling her head back so her neck was exposed, and began to pound into her.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
The sound of his hips colliding with her heavy ass filled the room.
He leaned down and bit her neck. Right over the pulse point she had been obsessed with earlier. He sank his teeth into her soft skin, marking her, claiming her.
"Master! Master, it's too deep!" she cried, tears streaming down her face. But her body betrayed her words; her pussy clamped down on him hard, milking him with every thrust. "Breeding me... You're breeding the Duchess... Ahhh!"
"That's right," Kaelen growled against her skin. He let go of her hair and brought his hand down on her ass again, alternating between gripping her waist and slapping her flesh.
He activated the Sensory Surge again, pulsing electricity through his cock every time he hit her cervix.
"KYAAAA!" Isolde shrieked, her body convulsing. "More! Please, break me! Give me more!"
They went on like that for what felt like hours. Kaelen lost track of time.
There was only the heat, the smell of sweat and sex and the feeling of Isolde's incredible body submitting to him completely.
He flipped her, spun her, took her from the side, and bent her over the edge of the bed until the wooden frame gave a loud, sickening crack and collapsed on one side.
They didn't stop. They just continued on the tilted mattress, fucking until Kaelen emptied himself into her for the third or fourth time, his legs shaking from the effort.
Sometime later, the room was quiet except for the sound of ragged breathing.
Kaelen sat on the only sturdy chair in the room, his body covered in a sheen of sweat. He stared at the glowing purple screen floating in front of him.
[Quest Update: Eradicate the Human Invaders]
Hints Unlocked:
>Target the Commander: The human forces are led by a single Commander holding a relic. Capture the soldiers, but the Commander must be killed to break their morale.
>Night Raid: Use your Bonded Partner's [Night Domination] to cloak your approach and knock out the entire army. The enemy is weak to stealth attacks.
Kaelen rubbed his chin, processing the information. Capture the mobs, kill the boss.
Simple enough.
He minimized the quest window and pulled up Isolde's profile.
Name: Isolde Zargoth
Race: Vampire (Awakened)+(Bonded)
Status: Sage
Blood Mana Proficiency: [SS+]
Mana Capacity: [S-]> [S+](↑↑)
Strength: [SSS+]
Agility: [S+]> SS- (↑)
Endurance: [S-]
Skills: [Blood Sovereignty], [Night Dominion], [Charm of the Queen],
💞[Conquest Progress: 78%]💞
He frowned. "Seventy-eight percent?"
He looked down. Isolde was currently on her knees between his spread legs.
Her face was a mess of fluids. Her hair disheveled but she was diligently cleaning him.
Her tongue swirled around the head of his now-limp cock, lapping up the mixture of her juices and his cum as if it were the nectar of the gods.
She was worshiping it, humming softly with every lick.
'I fucked her brains out, broke the bed, and she's literally cleaning me with her mouth right now,' Kaelen thought. 'How is that not 100%?'
He sighed internally.
'Tho I really dodged a bullet there. If I hadn't broken her pride with that shop skill, she would have locked me in a dungeon.'
[✿ You're right, Nii-san, ✿]Evelyn's voice chimed in his head, sounding smug.
[✿ If you hadn't made her submit, you'd be a dried out husk by now. She would have sucked you dry and used you like a dildo whenever she felt the itch. ✿]
Kaelen looked down at Isolde again. She cupped his balls gently, licking the underside of his shaft.
[✿ You should tell her to get ready, ✿] Evelyn continued.
[✿ It's better to attack at night while her stats are buffed. Otherwise, she's just going to keep sucking your limp cock for another hour. And judging by the state of it... it doesn't look like it can give her what she wants anymore~ ✿]
'Shut it midget,' Kaelen shot back.
He reached down and tangled his hand in Isolde's hair, gently pulling her head back. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and adoring, her lips slick and shiny.
"Isolde," he said, his voice hoarse.
"Get washed up. We're leaving."
She blinked, looking disappointed for a split second, before she lowered her head and gave his balls one last, loud suction.
Schlurp~
"As you wish, Master," she whispered.
She stood up on shaking legs. Kaelen watched as she stumbled slightly, his cum dripping from her pussy and running down her thighs in thick white rivulets as she walked toward the bathroom.
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[Isolde's POV]
The cold water hit my skin like a shock, snapping me back to reality.
I stood under the spray, trembling. I looked down at my body.
The breasts were covered in clear red bite marks. My hips were bruised from where his fingers had dug in. My ass... I twisted my neck to look in the mirror. It was covered in rough, red handprints.
My face flushed a deep, burning tomato red. Making me buried my face in my hands.
"No, no, no... What have I done?" I whispered into my palms.
The memories of the last few hours crashed into me. The begging and screaming. Spreading myself for him. Calling him Master and all
"I tried to hurt the Apostle..." I whimpered, sliding down the wall until I was crouching on the floor. "Is the Goddess angry with me? I attacked her chosen one."
How could I have so little resistance? I cursed myself silently.
Stupid, stupid Isolde.
It was true that I hadn't fed in a month. My little sister usually handled the blood supply logistics, but she was away in the hunter's academy for her studies. I had been rationing, starving myself to set a good example for the troops.
But I never imagined the his blood would be... that potent. It wasn't just blood. It was mana. It was life and power.
Even now, standing here in the cold water, I felt an ache in my stomach. I longed for it.
I slipped two fingers inside my pussy to clean myself out. It was swollen and tender. As I spread the folds, a massive amount of white fluid leaked out, swirling down the drain.
"He filled so much in me..." I murmured, entranced by the sight.
Without thinking, I brought my fingers up to my face. They were coated in his seed. I hesitated for only a second before I licked them.
"Umm♡~"
A moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. It tasted... divine. Sweet, musky, and crackling with energy.
"So Good~"
'No No No'
I shook my head violently, slapping my own cheeks.
Focus, Isolde! Focus! You are the Grand Duchess! The Vampire Queen! You cannot be reducing yourself to a cum-eating pet!
I scrubbed myself vigorously, trying to wash away the shame, though the bite marks on my neck throbbed with a dull pleasurable ache.
I turned off the water and stepped out, wrapping a small towel around my body.
When I walked back into the room, Kaelen was standing there. He was bare-chested, just pulling his black trousers up his legs.
My breath hitched. His back was broad, his muscles defined and rippling as he moved. It was mesmerising.
And Then I saw it.
His back was covered in scratch marks. Some were deep enough that they had bled, the dried blood dried already.
My nails…
Guilt crashed over me like a tidal wave. I rushed over to him.
"Apostle!" I gasped, reaching out. "Does it hurt?"
He turned to look at me, buttoning his pants. His expression was calm, almost indifferent. "Don't worry about it."
I bit my lip, tears pricking my eyes. "No... please."
I placed my hands on his back. A soft crimson glow emanated from my palms as I poured my healing magic into him. The skin knit together rapidly, the scratches fading until his back was flawless once more.
I lowered my hands, looking at the floor.
"I... I am so sorry for acting like that back then, Apostle. I... I couldn't resist myself. I lost all dignity."
Suddenly, I felt a rough warm fingers grip my chin.
He forced my head up. I found myself looking directly into his eyes. They were dark, intense, and held a command that made my knees weak all over again.
His thumb brushed against my lower lip.
"What did I tell you to call me?" he asked softly. "Did you forget already?"
My heart hammered in my chest. My noble title, my rank, my pride… it all seemed so small under his gaze.
"Yesh..." I slurred slightly as he slipped his thumb past my lips and into my mouth. "Mashter~"
I sucked on his thumb instantly, purely on instinct. His skin tasted salty and... perfect.
I saw a soft smile curl on his lips. It wasn't mocking. It was possessive.
A shudder ran through me. Overcome by a sudden spike of affection and hunger, I clamped down.
My fangs extended, and I nicked the pad of his thumb, drawing a single bead of fresh blood.
"AH! FUCK!" Kaelen yelled, yanking his hand back instantly.
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