Close call II“Oh wait, you’re serious?” I asked. “I have a friend with much sweeter blood. Claud has the blood of a god. Let me take you to him.”Suddenly, an extreme pleasure ran through my back as Zakira continued to stroke my cock with her small and beautiful hand. Feeling the twitching of my cock, she stopped her motion and instantly drops her beautiful face down to wrap her mouth around it before starting to blow me again. Her cold, saliva-filled mouth acted like an exquisite meat-hole which felt like it was made for sucking out the rising cum from my cock. For some reason, I have a sudden and intense urge to just grab hold of her grey hairs and force it down hard on my cock till it reaches the base and keep her in that position till I fill up her mouth completely… but well, my hands are tied up. “I will— Aaaargh” The pleasure reached its peak and with a loud grunt, I started shooting my thick semen inside Zakira’s mouth. She stops moving completely and focuses
Tables turning My heartbeat which was lowering because of the blood loss starts gaining strength and pace again. My breathing starts to get roughen as well and I feel a sudden burst of energy flow into my body out of nowhere.It has begun. My body’s energy finally came back. Hmph, took it long enough. I don’t know what she put inside me that delayed the regeneration so much but now she’s in trouble.All the fear inside my mind initially, disappeared. She committed a crime by kidnapping me so I have to punish her with my rod. If you know what I mean, wink-wink. “Mmm—mmph?” Zakira’s moan changes to a little surprised one as a sudden inflow of more fresh blood enters into her mouth. I could tell that she was expecting the blood to stop coming and for me to die.Even my cock which had started to become flaccid from blood loss regained its hardness. Zakira’s pussy was still working hard in milking out more cum from my cock but unlike before, it has stopped shooting semen out like a
First Phase*** OMNISCIENT P.O.V ***They walked out of the room they were in and out of the building. Zakaria held Lycidas’ hands as he was walking and giggling like an exciting child. It was unlike Lycidas to trust someone so easily but he decided to just give her a chance. The bond was formed because he refused to die after all. He called Claud out of the building using his cellphone. The basement of Verdant was dimly lit, with only a few flickering candles casting shadows on the stone walls. The air was cool and damp, filled with the faint scent of moss and earth.“Hey! Where have you been?” Claud asked. “We searched the entire building for you. Who’s that?”“This is Zakaria, she’s bound to me.” Lycidas said. “At least you know I’m good now. How did the mission go?”“we can’t be talking about the mission in front of an outsider.” “She’s not an outsider. The same way that demon was bound to Elena and couldn’t do anything to hurt her, that’s how our case is. I can’t just leave h
First Phase IIElena moved forward and went into a fighting stance, her determination palpable. She knew that convincing Claud meant proving her worth, and this was her chance. She took a deep breath, focusing her energy and preparing to give her all.Lupa stood a few feet away, her expression calm and composed. She nodded slightly, signaling Elena to begin. With a quick exhale, Elena launched her first attack, a swift punch aimed at Lupa’s midsection. Lupa easily sidestepped the blow, her movements fluid and precise.Elena spun on her heel, following up with a high kick aimed at Lupa’s head. Again, Lupa dodged effortlessly, leaning back just enough for the kick to miss by a hair’s breadth. Elena’s frustration began to mount, but she didn’t let it deter her. She knew she had to keep trying.With a burst of speed, Elena launched a flurry of punches and kicks, her movements a blur. Each strike was precise and powerful, but Lupa moved with the grace and agility of a dancer, evading each
The heistThe trio gathered in the basement of Verdant, plotting their mission with the guidance of Zakaria, the vampire bound to Lycidas. The atmosphere was tense, the air thick with anticipation as they prepared to infiltrate the vampires’ stronghold—a lavish mansion with its entrance disguised as a bustling nightclub. This mission was crucial: they had to gather concrete evidence of the arbiter’s betrayal and stop the vampires from turning more humans.Claud, Lycidas, and Lupa huddled around a large wooden table, examining a detailed map of the mansion that Zakaria had drawn from memory. The map showed secret passages, hidden rooms, and the layout of the nightclub above.“Alright, Zakaria,” Claud began, his tone serious. “You know this place better than any of us. How do we get in?”Zakaria nodded, her expression somber. “The nightclub is heavily guarded, but there are a few ways to bypass the security. The main entrance is out of the question—too many eyes. However, there’s a hid
The Heist IIThey retraced their steps through the catacombs, moving as quickly and quietly as possible. When they emerged from the hidden passage, the nightclub was in full swing above them. They slipped out unnoticed, blending into the shadows as they made their way back to Verdant.Once they were safely back in the basement, Claud turned to Zakaria. “You did good, Zakaria. Thank you.”Zakaria nodded, her expression relieved. “I’m just glad we made it out alive.”Lycidas unrolled one of the scrolls, his eyes scanning the ancient text. “This is it. This is the proof we need to expose the arbiter.”Lupa frowned. “But we still have to stop the vampires from turning more humans. We can’t let this continue.”Claud nodded in agreement. “We need to find concrete evidence to show the council. They won’t believe us without proof.”Zakaria stepped forward. “I know where we can find that evidence. The vampires keep detailed records of their activities in a hidden archive. If we can get in ther
The arbiterThe arbiter emerged from the shadows, an ethereal glow surrounding his chiseled form. His presence was almost surreal, an otherworldly beauty that left a lasting impression. His hair, a cascade of shimmering silver, framed his flawless face, accentuating his golden-brown eyes that seemed to pierce through the darkness. His physique was the epitome of perfection, every muscle defined and sculpted, exuding both grace and power. He wore a long, flowing robe that seemed to be woven from the very fabric of the stars, each thread shimmering with its own light.“You know I can’t let you take those documents to the council, right?” the arbiter said, a hint of amusement in his voice. “So hand it over so that no one will get hurt.”“Never,” Claud replied, his voice firm and resolute.“You have one last chance, werewolf.” The arbiter said. “I won’t ask again.”“So celestial beings can be dumb too. I never knew.” Claud said. “You should already know that I’m not going to hand this o
The ArbiterAstrid sighed in exasperation as she raised her hand to block his strike. “Honestly, this again?” she muttered, deflecting his blow with a casual flick of her wrist. The arbiter stumbled back, but quickly regained his balance, launching a series of rapid punches infused with blinding light. Astrid moved with fluid grace, parrying each attack effortlessly.“You’ve grown arrogant, Astrid,” the arbiter spat, his voice laced with venom. “All those centuries of watching have made you soft.”“And you’ve grown reckless,” Astrid countered, her eyes narrowing. “You’re willing to break our sacred pact for power. That’s not strength; it’s desperation.”The arbiter roared in fury, summoning a torrent of celestial fire that roared towards Astrid. She stood her ground, raising a shimmering shield of light that absorbed the flames. With a flick of her fingers, she sent the fire spiraling back at him. He barely had time to erect a barrier of his own, the impact sending him skidding across