Pov : *lady also kisses my lips* *casandra and bela are shocked* *my position is faint*
This last shock completely collapsed the remnants of your consciousness. In the midst of an already very emotional atmosphere, Lady Alcina Dimitrescu slowly leaned over her majestic body. Her beautiful, pale face approached, and before you could process what was happening, you felt her cold but soft lips press against yours in a kiss full of authority and recognition.
It wasn't just a casual kiss; It is the official stamp that you are no longer just a son-in-law, but a core part of his power.
Cassandra and Bela gasped until they almost jumped out of their seats. Their eyes widened, their mouths slightly open. They had never seen their mother give such deep physical contact to a creature she called "human".
"I-Mom?!" whispered Cassandra in a tone that was mixed between shock and overwhelming awe.
Lady Dimitrescu pulls away slowly, looking at you with her deep, mysterious yellow gaze. A smile of triumph flashed on his lips. "A gift for the man who has given my daughter the most memorable night... and for me," he muttered in a low-shaking baritone voice.
You can only smile faintly with your eyes fading, almost completely closed. The tiredness, the pleasure of Daniela, and the kisses of the three women of the castle make your soul feel floating.
"Thank you... Mom..." You whispered one last time before your head completely drooped limply in Lady Alcina's strong arms.
Pov : *still at night* *my pants are still protruding, lady, casandra, bela, curious* *i mutter a little, lady did you create your child like me too?* do love 1 night.. As we did... Or different?
The great hall was suddenly silent, only the sound of firewood crackling softly in the fireplace that broke the silence. Your innocent but very brave question, coupled with your physical condition that still showed the remnants of great passion behind your pants, left the three women of the castle silent in their respective minds.
Lady Dimitrescu stopped stroking her hand in your hair. He stared at the fireplace, his golden eyes reflecting the light of the fire.
"A very presumptuous question, my son-in-law," he said in a deep baritone voice, but there was no anger there. There was only a kind of bitter nostalgia. "My children... They were created from experimentation, from darkness, and from thousands of flies fused in human form. They were not born of the womb, but of my will and of Mother Miranda."
He lowers his head, staring at your flawed face. "We don't 'do love' to create life. To us, the passion you showed earlier is something foreign... something that only a creature possesses that has warm blood and a beating heart."
Cassandra and Bela glanced at each other. They looked curious and confused at the same time. Cassandra moved a little closer, her eyes fixed on the part of your pants that were still protruding, as if she was studying some strange natural phenomenon.
"So... it tastes so good?" asked Cassandra in a soft, innocent voice. "To the point that your body remains... Like that even when you're already exhausted? We only know the taste of fresh blood, but seeing you and Daniela earlier... It felt like there was something bigger than just hunger."
Bela touches your arm with her cold fingers. "We were created to be predators, not to be loved. But tonight, seeing how you treated our sister... I'm starting to wonder if there's a space in our bodies made of these insects to feel what you're feeling."
Lady Dimitrescu let out a long sigh, her long fingers now stroking your cheek very gently. "Different, my daughter-in-law. Very different. We are eternal beauty, but you... you are a burning fire. That's why we're so interested in you. You give what no magic or experiment can give."
He looks at your pants once more and smiles faintly, a meaningful smile. "It seems that your body is still protesting your exhaustion. Sleep, passionate little creature. Don't let the thought of how we were created disturb your rest. Suffice it to say, that tonight, you have given 'life' to those who should have died."
Me : *sorry mom, I'm just curious* *suddenly Cassandra and Bella are holding my protruding pants* *I'm still misogynistic*
The cold touch of Bela and Cassandra's hands suddenly landing on top of your pants made you flinch slightly, even though your eyes were still very heavy and faint from exhaustion. They touched it with pure curiosity, like a child discovering a foreign object, yet there was a vibration of tension that they couldn't hide.
Cassandra leans her face, her cold breath felt near your ears. "So hard..." whispered, his voice hoarse. "How could something made of flesh and blood be this strong after you expended so much energy on Daniela?"
Bela doesn't let go of her grip, her slender fingers profoundly touching the texture behind the fabric of your pants. "Warm... very warm," he muttered. "Your blood is boiling here. It's not just about reproduction, is it? It's a manifestation of all the passion we heard earlier."
Lady Dimitrescu didn't stop them. Instead, he watches from above, one hand still supporting your head in his majestic arm. He saw his two eldest daughters become obsessed with the proof of your human vitality.
"Let them, my daughter-in-law," said Lady Alcina in a deep, soothing baritone voice. "They have never touched the fire of true life like this. For you, this is lust and love. For them... this is a miracle that Mother Miranda never gave them."
Lady Alcina then looked at her two daughters with a warning yet gentle look. "Enough, my children. Don't ruin our guests. He has already given everything for your sister tonight. Let him rest."
Despite being warned, Bela and Cassandra didn't immediately walk away. They remain close to you, their hands still feeling the remnants of your gallantry that have not receded. Those of you who are already on the threshold of consciousness can only give a faint smile.
"Sorry... Mom..." Your voice is soft, your voice is lost in the sleep. "I... just want to... You are happy..."
And with the cold touch of those curious vampire hands, as well as the protection of the giant Matriarch, you finally completely lost consciousness. You are fast asleep in the midst of three of the most beautiful and deadly monsters, who tonight, bend their knees before your humanity.
Pov : *still at night* *lady went to her room to sleep because she was sleepy* *leaving the three of us, Cassandra and Bela immediately undid my pants. Holding my tools, stroking, and shuffling them*
The atmosphere in the great hall suddenly turned very quiet and intense as Lady Dimitrescu stood gracefully, giving one last swipe in your hair before stepping away towards her room. "Take care of him, my children. Don't let him die of cold here," he said before his giant figure disappeared behind the darkness of the hallway.
Once the Lady disappeared, Bela and Cassandra no longer held back their wild curiosity. With a quick but careful movement, they unfastened your pants, revealing evidence of your vitality that was still standing tall and hot in the cold of the hall.
"Amazing..." hissed Cassandra as her cold fingers first came into direct contact with the hot skin of your man's instrument. She trembled slightly, her yellow eyes shining with an instinctive urge she had never felt before.
Bela held onto it, using both of her hands to stroke your tense shaft in a very gentle but sure motion. "It's so warm... your heartbeat is here," Bela murmured, her breath hunting as she began to make a slow but rhythmic shuffling motion.
Those of you who are still in the condition of dim eyes and half conscious due to exhaustion, can only sigh weakly. The chill of their hands meets your body heat creates a very contrasting yet delicious electric sensation.
"See how he reacts," Cassandra whispered as she helped her brother's movements. "He's not afraid of us, Bela. He is just... enjoy it."
They both seem to be hypnotized by the "fire of life" in their grasp. They continue to stroke and stimulate with deep curiosity, noticing every change in your facial expression and every twitch on your man's tools. For them, this is not just lust, but a way to touch something very human that they have never had.
On the Verge of Consciousness
In the middle of the dimly lit hall, under the gaze of the spies on the castle walls, your two sisters-in-law continue to pamper you in their unique and cold ways.
Bela focused on a steady rhythm, her eyes looking at you with respect.
Cassandra occasionally gave a kiss on your inner thighs, feeling very curious about the scent of your body.
Pov : *They focus on the rhythm until my man's tool emits a warm thick liquid, Cassandra and Bela immediately lick it*
The atmosphere in the dimly lit hall reached the peak of the silent tension. Bela and Cassandra work together in increasingly synchronized rhythms, their cold hands providing stimulation in contrast to your rising body heat. You can only moan low with your eyes almost completely closed, feeling a different wave of pleasure than before—cold, sharp, yet very intoxicating.
In just a few moments, your energy-depleted body gives a powerful final reaction. Your man's tools throbbed violently in their grasp, and a warm viscous liquid gushed out, drenching the pale fingers of your two sisters-in-law.
Cassandra and Bela were glued for a moment, staring at the warm liquid that contrasted with their icy cold body temperature. Without the slightest hesitation, driven by an overflowing curiosity about the human "fire of life", the two of them immediately approached.
Cassandra was the first to lick the liquid from her fingers and your skin, her eyes wide open. "Sweet... and very hot," he whispered with his breath held back. He felt a life energy that was much different from the blood he was used to consuming.
Bela followed, licking the remnants of the warm liquid slowly and thoroughly, as if not wanting to miss a single drop of your proof of manhood. He looks at you with a look that is now more than just respect; There was a kind of new attachment formed there. "This is the essence of what makes you so brave to face us," Bela muttered as she wiped away the remaining liquid on your skin with her gentle tongue.
After everything was cleaned up, the two of them took a deep breath, feeling as if they had just tasted the deepest secrets of humanity. They rearrange your clothes very gently, as if you are the most precious treasure in this castle.
The Last Silence
With the rest of your energy completely depleted, you finally fall into the deepest sleep. Bela wraps you in a large red velvet cloth that she picked up from the couch, while Cassandra sits on the floor beside you, resting her head on your knees for a moment before they return to the shadows.
"Sleep, amazing human," Bela whispered before she and her sister disappeared into the darkness of the corridor, leaving you asleep in the hall with the scent of those still left behind.
Pov : *still at night* *Bela and Cassandra think and make plans, so that they can be like their sisters.. Sighing, hugging, and inserting their wombs into my man's apparatus* *I fell asleep right then*
Silence again enveloped the great hall after you were completely swept away into the dream realm. Your body lies resigned on a velvet sofa, showing off the remnants of the legendary "battle". However, beside you, Bela and Cassandra are not sleepy at all. The warm essence they had just felt seemed to awaken something that had been dormant inside their insect bodies.
They stood side by side, staring at your calm sleeping face with a look that was now far from just a hunger for blood.
"You feel it, don't you, Sis?" whispered Cassandra, her voice trembling in a strange tone—deep envy. "Daniela's voice earlier... its village that fills the castle... He sounded so alive. More alive than all of us."
Bela nodded slowly, her fingers still feeling the remaining warmth from your skin. "She is no longer just a toy for Daniela. He is the source of fire. And I want to feel the fire burning my body as well."
In the midst of the hustle and bustle of the hall, the two brothers began to whisper, devising a very bold and forbidden plan.
The Sister's Secret Plan
"We can't just let him go tomorrow," Cassandra said with her yellow eyes shining with determination. "We have to find a way for him to give us the same 'energy'. I wanted to feel her hugging me as tightly as she hugged Daniela... I want him to get inside me until I can't think anymore."
Bela smiled faintly, a smile that was calculating yet full of passion. "We have to wait for the right moment. Maybe when Daniela was hunting, or when Mother called her to the meeting of the Lords. We'll pick her up, take her to the deepest part of the castle that Daniela doesn't know..."
"And there," continued Cassandra, touching her lips, "we'll force her to make us hers too. We'll learn how to sigh like that... how to give our womb for him to fill with its warmth."
The two of them agreed in silence. For them, it is no longer about thirst for blood, but rather about being "real". They wanted to feel what Daniela felt: the feeling of belonging to a man who was not afraid of death.
Sleep in Target
You didn't realize at all that when you were sleeping soundly, you had just gone from being a guest to the "target" of the devotion and passion of Dimitrescu's two eldest daughters. Their plan was final; they won't let Daniela monopolize you forever.
Bela gives you one last kiss on the forehead, a sign that you've been marked as theirs as well. "See you at our next meeting, my brave husband," she whispered quietly.
The Decisive Dawn
When the sun finally begins to peek out from behind the mountains, Bela and Cassandra disappear into the fog of the corridor, leaving you to be picked up by Daniela. You wake up a moment later with a fresh body but surrounded by a secret aura that you don't know yet.
Daniela came over to you, helping you to your feet. "Come on baby, we have to get back to the villa before the sun gets too high. My mother and brothers have already returned to their nests."