Legacy World 4.27 A Silent Cry For Help

For the next month, Vanora did not catch a single glimpse of purple waves or bright childish green eyes. Gradually, she was able to calm her nerves, but just a little. Rosa's death was not confirmed, after all. Meanwhile, it was as if Vlad could sense her anxiety. Everytime before they slept, he reassured her that no one could enter his castle. Whenever they had to sleep in the open due to Raven's absence, he insisted that she slept in his arms. Initially, she only gave in because hell beings would not dare to touch their demon lord. Sleeping was one of the times when she was the most vulnerable, so being in his arms was especially helpful. However, after she experienced how much safer she felt and how much better her sleep was, she began sleeping in his arms more willingly.

The hell beings that made up the current army were stronger but made it a point to unwind. Each time they asked for permission to leave, they made sure to invite Vlad and Vanora. However, they were always rejected. Finally, they began asking where Vanora went to unwind with Vlad. When Vanora refused to leak even a drop of information, they started to guess and gossip. Their guesses were far wilder and raunchier than the bland truth. While Vlad completely enjoyed it, Vanora got put off. Vlad's occasional leer betrayed the fantasies he had of her. So, Vanora broke one day. "Again, I'll not be joining, but it's just to soak in a hot spring! ALONE."

The hell beings chuckled and snickered. "Impossible. Everyone already knows the things you both did. Why the need to lie?"

A vein bulged at Vanora's temple.

"Which hot springs do you go to?"

"One that increases your endurance to last the whole night with Vlad?"

"Or one that makes you go high and wild?" 

The more she listened to their questions, the more veins bulged out and the harder she clenched her jaw. Finally, she spun around on her heels. "Let's go."

"Not going to clarify the situation?" Vlad said with a wide toothy grin, clearly enjoying everything they were saying, and getting ideas. 

Vanora glared at him through narrow slits.

"Okay, okay." Vlad put his hands up. "Let's go." He placed his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her along. 

After this short exchange, the content of the gossip worsened. It was as raunchy and crazy as ever, but there was a speck of truth in it. Everyone got the venue right. Even though no one knew exactly which hot spring the couple visited, it was enough to make Vanora want to dig a hole in the ground and hide forever. She was sure that these thoughts would automatically pop up in her mind whenever she soaked in the hot spring, whether she liked it or not. However, she held herself back from commenting or reacting any further, fearful of how much worse the gossip could get. Suddenly, it occurred to her that there usually would be a joyous laughter, ringing in her mind, at this time. Her mood dipped to a new low. /BaoBao… How long will you be gone for…? I need my partner back. At least I can banter with you… Don't you like seeing me suffer like that? Come back. Come and watch it./

Sensing the change in her mood, Vlad's smile dropped as well. “Enough chatter, delay anymore and you won’t have time to go wherever the hell you want to.” He dismissed the crowd. After they dispersed or disappeared, Vlad turned around and hugged Vanora. He pressed his cheek against the top of her head, and whispered, "Guess it's time to unwind."

Vanora did not respond. 

He glanced down. Although he could not see her face, he could picture it. His heart ached for her, while he teleported them back to the inn. 

Vanora made her way to the bath like a robot going through the motions. In the meantime, Vlad was coming up with ways to please her better. /The hot spring in my castle should be done by the next time she needs a soak. Should I change the interior to her tastes as well? Wait, but what will she like?/

Vanora showered and entered the bath, still spaced out. If she continued to feel, she would definitely lose all her drive and motivation to carry on. That would not be good. However, now, she felt empty. 

She closed her eyes and leaned her head back. She paid full attention to her breathing and the heat around her. Her spirits lifted almost magically. It was as if everything she worried about or was sad about did not matter anymore. It felt like everything will work out and will be fine. Her eyes flew open and she sat up straight. 

/Something’s wrong./ This unfamiliar speed of feeling alright made her suspicious. Vanora frowned and stood up immediately, but quickly stumbled forward. Everything spun around, like she was on a merry-go-round. She climbed out of the hot spring with much difficulty and fully engaged her enhanced instinct. /I have to escape now!/

Her senses, however, continued to dull. Her body temperature continued to increase. She instinctively covered herself in her hellfire, while she crawled to the shower room. /That bloody door needs stop moving!/

She closed her eyes but it made matters worse. She fell onto her face, then her side. Slowly but surely, she made her way to the door based on her memory and instinct. 

/No, no, no, no./ Vanora got increasingly scared as she felt her hellfire waver and flicker. When it finally got snuffed out, she collapsed at the same time. /I’m so close...! But so far…!/ She lifted her heavy eyelids. Although things were no longer spinning around, there were blurry figures around her. It was unclear, but somehow she knew that they were naked. /No… Please…/

She took one last look at the door to the room. /Vlad./

Unbeknownst to everyone, Rosa was indeed alive and well during this past month. She sulked over how Vanora had the very thing she had always dreamed of, and how she got it without even trying and wanting it. To drown out her sorrows, she had been frequenting all the sleazy places anyone could think of. She indulged herself in all the sinful pleasures. Amidst this, she coincidentally got acquainted with the hell beings that were a part of Vlad’s current army. After realising who they were, she intentionally maintained contact with them. She acted with pure intentions but subtly suggested how they could probe for the couple’s whereabouts. Under Rosa’s influence, everything unfolded the way it did, without anyone realising it. 

Although all they could get was “hot spring”, it was enough for Rosa to go on. Knowing Vlad’s tendency to pamper Vanora, she searched through targeted hot springs in hell at her top speed. Again, she used her influence and body to obtain more information.  

Finally, she met the son of the innkeeper of the inn that Vlad and Vanora visited. She pretended like she was interested in his passion to take over his father's job. Through her increasingly intimate interactions with the son, she coaxed out the deepest secrets that his inn held, one of which was the existence of a room reserved for Vlad. She maintained her relationship with him to gain access to the inn, then patiently waited for the right time to act.

Her chance came each time after father and son cleaned the hot springs. During this short interval, Rosa secretly led several attractive men into the bath. They had the same wings and tail she has. She also doped the hot spring with a scentless and colourless aphrodisiac that could make even the strongest demon lose their rationality. Then, added another potion specifically made to weaken demons of wrath. She was liberal with the amount she poured in. 

“I have a strange hunch that she’ll be here today. Make sure she enjoys herself THOROUGHLY.” Rosa said with a bewitching smirk. “Or she'll be the ruin of our Lord Vlad." 

The incubi smiled back with the same evil shine in their eyes, then turned invisible. “Let’s see how good she must be, to monopolise Lord Vlad.” A voice could be heard but no one could tell where it came from. It was as if his presence got wiped out too. 

It had been a hit in the dark, and she never knew when the couple would arrive, but she had behaved like a dog with a bone. Despite several failed attempts, she never stopped. Later, Vanora appeared in the shower, like Rosa had guessed. Their instant thought was how unspectacular she looked. If not her looks, was it her skill? This made them look forward even more to their time with her. 

Now, they proudly stood before her and looked down at her, watching her hellfire die out. They licked their lips hungrily, then reached for her.

Everything felt strange and unfamiliar to Vanora. There was a strange yearning she never felt before. It was so bad that it physically ached, especially the part down below. Something told her that their touch would help to relieve it. The strangest part was how she felt okay with it. The last bit of her rationality warned her that she was definitely not thinking straight. Yet, she could only tremble. She was not even sure if she trembled out of anticipation or fear anymore. 

Unknowingly, the look on her face betrayed her needs. It turned the incubi on and everyone touched her at the same time. The feeling of their cold hands on her heated body made her sigh in pleasure and relief, and this encouraged them to do more to her. 

No one realised how their touch led to the appearance of a black mark of a rose near her earlobe, a part of her that no one paid any attention to. Vlad appeared the next instant.  

“LET HER GO!” He ordered, simultaneously kicking everyone away from Vanora. Sounds of bones breaking accompanied the kick. The bamboo wall broke when their bodies crashed into it. Blood poured out of their mouths, indicating how badly damaged their bodies were. Vlad appeared by Vanora’s side faster than one could blink, but there was already a towel in his hand. He wrapped her in the towel, then laid her against the wall, out of the incubi’s sights. 

He wanted to attend to the incubi immediately but Vanora’s whimpers made him stay. “Wait for a while more. I have to deal with some vermin." He stroked her cheek with the back of his four fingers. Vanora eagerly nuzzled against his hand, like a moth drawn to a flame. The same pleasant sigh escaped her lips, but she soon resumed whimpering. She wanted more. No, she needed more. Vlad’s expression turned even stormier, which he directed at the incubi. “Who?”

Having witnessed the extreme care and gentleness Vlad showed Vanora, they knew how much they screwed up. However, what flew out of their mouth were desperate and sorry excuses. 

"It's Rosa!"

"She told us all about that woman-"

"How she's bewitching you!"

"And how she will cause your ruin and fall from power!"

"We only had your best interest at heart!"

They interrupted one another to speak, as if their honesty would save them from their situation.

/Vanora was right to not trust her./ He gritted his teeth in frustration. /I've been careless with not confirming her death./

"My best interest? You dared to make a fool of ME. You dared to use your illusion on ME and touch MY girl. If that’s not a provocation, what is? You five deserve death for your naivety and foolishness. I have no need for supporters like you." 

When Vanora's groans and whimpers entered his ears again, he changed his mind. "Actually, death by my hands is too easy and too good."

He glanced at their now limp and small dicks, then back at their terror-filled faces. An evil grin slowly spread across his face. "I have the PERFECT idea. You're going to curse the fact that you can't die easily."

Dreading what was to come, they tried to scramble away. 

"STAY." It was a simple and unfeeling command, but it conveyed death and gave them no choice but to welcome it with open arms. Their hearts shook with every step Vlad took towards them.

Before all these went down, Vlad had been absorbed in his fantasies about Vanora living in his castle and personalising it however she wanted. When he felt the familiar jerk on his soul that indicated the activation of a curse, he was already irritated from being interrupted. When he identified the curse as the one he had forgotten about, his mood worsened. The curse had been made in a moment of haste, with the desire to own Vanora. So, this curse would activate if anyone touched her with impure intentions. He truly meant to destroy any potential rivals, whether she liked it or not.

He appeared in the bathroom to find not one, but five, naked incubi. Everything about the scene put him in a rage, including the look that Vanora gave thm. He had not yet gotten the honour of receiving that look, yet there they were, luring it out of her!

He stopped before the incubi. His cold gaze flitted across them, as if choosing his first victim. Having the image burned in his mind, he chose his target accordingly. 

“Let’s go from the closest to the furthest.” He smiled frostily. 

The one who was between Vanora’s legs instinctively knew and his face fell. Vlad crushed his dick at an agonisingly slow speed. The incubus yelled and cried out in pain. Every fibre in him screamed at him to move away, but he was frozen in place. He still could not move even after Vlad was done with him. He could not roll around or hold onto what remained of his dick and balls. Tears and snot rained onto the ground. The otherwise silent room was filled with his pathetic whimpers and frantic breaths. 

The sound of Vlad’s footsteps shocked the others back to reality and they pleaded for their lives. However, it all fell on deaf ears. Vlad attacked the one who had tried to put his dick into Vanora’s mouth, then the one who knelt by her ankles. Finally, he turned to the final two. 

“Both of you touched her breasts too, right?” 

They shook their heads but their hands were already rotting away. Their dicks were not spared either. Although they were the last, their sentence felt graver.

"SHUT UP." The room fell completely silent with Vlad’s command.

Now, they knew how torturous it was to not be able to scream in pain. With their mouths glued shut and snot-filled noses, it was also difficult to breathe.

"Find Rosa. Use the same setup on her that she used on Vanora. Trap her and keep her in that state without relief. When your useless dicks heal, rape her the way you intended to mess with Vanora. If she passes out, keep her restrained, then break your dicks and crush your balls all over again. Once it heals, repeat everything. You can't eat or sleep. This shall go on, until you die."

Anyone who knew about their powers, would know that Vlad had just sentenced them to an eternity of suffering. Their sustenance was not by eating real food, but by feeding on one's sexual energy and their love juices. So, the only way they could escape their fate was for a random being to take pity on them and kill them. 

The incubi shook their heads desperately, refusing to accept reality. 

"Oh, I almost forgot. Do your deeds out in the open for everyone to see. Now, leave."

Their bodies shot up despite the injuries they suffered, so it caused more pain, and they cried out. Although this told them that Vlad had released his command to shut up, it provided them little relief. Instead, it was a painful reminder that only Vlad could remove the effect of his command. They were filled with regret but it was no use. Now, they had no choice but to suffer the wrath of their merciless demon lord. This was hell.