Ash reappeared in the lavish bedchamber, the faint scent of blood-roses and warm steam still lingering from the bath. He glanced at the obsidian clock on the wall; its hands carved from frozen blood and nodded.
"Just a little over an hour passed," he muttered.
Then the bathroom door slid open with a soft hiss.
Raven stepped out first, wearing only a crimson lace bra and matching panties that clung to her curves like liquid night.
Summer followed, black lingerie so sheer it was almost an illusion, shadows curling playfully around her thighs.
Katherine came last, white silk so thin it glowed against her pale skin, the fabric whispering with every step.
Ash leaned back on the massive bed, wings half-spread, and let his gaze linger. If he couldn't read their desires with a single glance, he'd never know whether these vampires were trying to seduce him… or if walking around half-naked was simply Tuesday for them.
He appraised the two he had paid less attention to until now.
[Summer Nocturne
Age - 449 Years Old
Race - Prime Vampire (Nocturne Bloodline (Calamity))
Rank - Second Calamity
Affinities - Shadows, Daggers, Blood
Laws - Blood 77%, Daggers 56%, Shadows 69%
Calamity Laws - (View?)
Remarks - Fourth-born of the main clan's Shadow Branch. Master of silent assassination; her daggers leave wounds that bleed shadows instead of blood. Obsessed with rare blades; owns a collection of 3,777 legendary daggers.]
[Katherine Nocturne
Age - 451 Years Old
Race - Prime Vampire (Nocturne Bloodline (Calamity))
Rank - Second Calamity
Affinities - Blood, Sound
Law(s) - Blood 81%, Sound 79%
Calamity Laws - (View?)
Remarks - Third-born of the main-clan "Crimson Choir" lineage. Her voice alone can shatter Laws or make armies kneel. Once made an entire clan commit suicide by singing a single lullaby.
Terrified of silence.]
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'Hmm, interesting…' Ash thought, the smirk deepening as Raven stepped forward first, stopping just inches from him.
Her bloody eyes were wide, pupils blown, cheeks flushed a shade darker than her dress had ever been. Summer and Katherine hovered behind her, breaths shallow, thighs pressing together beneath sheer lace.
Ash let the silence stretch, wings half-spread, the rose-pink veins pulsing like living heartbeats.
"What… are you guys planning to tie me up?" he teased, voice velvet and dangerous.
The blush that exploded across all three faces could have lit the room.
His eyes shifted... blood-drop irises bleeding soft pinkish-red light that filled the chamber like warm, intoxicating mist.
"You know…" he continued, desire rolling off him in thick, deliberate waves, "you should be careful who you tempt~"
He looked at each of them in turn, reading them as easily as open books.
Love. Power. Pleasure.
Raven wanted all three, desperately.
Summer craved the thrill of the forbidden.
Katherine wanted to be seen, truly seen, and then utterly claimed.
The women felt themselves growing wetter with every breath, the air itself thick with his leaking desire. Raven could wait no longer.
She crashed into him, lips claiming his with centuries of pent-up hunger. Ash kissed her back in a slow, deliberate, and devastating manner, fangs grazing her tongue until she moaned into his mouth.
His hands moved like they had always known their bodies: one fisting Raven's black hair, the other sliding down Summer's spine and Katherine's waist in the same possessive stroke.
Clothes dissolved under his will as lace and silk turned to pink-red mist.
Three perfect, trembling bodies pressed against bronze skin and black wings.
"On the bed," he commanded, voice velvet thunder.
They obeyed instantly.
Raven was first as she was pushed gently onto her back, legs spread wide, bloody eyes glazed with need.
Ash entered her in one deep thrust.
"AHHH—!"
She came the moment he filled her, nails raking his shoulders, walls clenching around him like a vow.
Summer and Katherine knelt on either side, mouths on his neck, his chest, his wings.... their tongues tracing rose-pink veins until he growled.
He pulled out of Raven only long enough to flip Summer onto her stomach, lifting her hips and driving into her from behind.
PAH! PAH! PAH!
Each thrust shook the bed, her moans muffled into the sheets as Katherine licked and sucked at the place they joined.
He took Katherine next. She was flipped on her back beneath him while Raven and Summer lavished his wings and throat with desperate kisses. He fucked her slow at first, then brutal, until her voice broke on his name and her body arched like a drawn bow.
Back to Raven (riding him now, crimson hair wild, breasts bouncing with every roll of her hips while Summer and Katherine took turns tasting where they were joined).
Hours blurred.
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Outside the room, downstairs in the vast echoing hall, Seth and Connor sat on opposite couches, faces pale as fresh corpses.
The sounds filtering through the ceiling were unmistakable... soft gasps, sharp cries, the rhythmic creak of a bed that definitely wasn't built for what was happening on it.
"A-all three of them?" Seth muttered, eyes practically bulging.
Connor's jaw hung open. "Is he drugging them or some shit?"
He shook his head violently, then pulled out a palm-sized badge of black obsidian veined with living crimson. On it was the Nocturne royal crest: a crescent moon pierced by a single blood-red rose, thorns forming the clan sigil.
"What are you doing?" Seth hissed.
"Tsk… I'm contacting Liam," Connor said, thumb already tracing the activation rune. "Do you think the Second Prince would like to know his fiancée is being deflowered by some random fox we met weeks ago?"
Seth facepalmed so hard the sound echoed. "You know involving Liam will escalate things too far. That psycho will burn half the world in his rage."
Connor's crimson eyes narrowed, but his finger never stopped moving across the rune.
"Exactly." The badge pulsed once.
And upstairs, the sounds only grew louder.
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Positions shifted like a storm... bodies slick with sweat, blood, and release. Crimson sheets turned darker. Moans became screams became broken pleas.
When he finally came.... deep inside Raven while Summer and Katherine trembled against his wing), the three vampires collapsed in a panting, utterly spent pile.
Ash lay in the center, wings curled around them like a living blanket, bronze skin glowing with satisfaction.
Raven pressed her face to his chest, voice hoarse. "…mine."
He stroked her hair, smile lazy and possessive.
"Perhaps," he murmured. "In a few weeks.... we'll see."
And the room finally fell quiet, scented with sex, blood, and the promise of many nights to come.
[Would you like to form Bonds with Raven, Summer, and Katherine Nocturne?]
"Only Raven… for now," he thought, as he would normally have made her wait longer too.
But he needed more information—not just about Astralis, but about the entire Venia Galaxy. And what better way than to relive over 400 years through the eyes of an Eternal Clan's princess?