A beautiful woman was running, her body like the wind as she tore through a dark forest, the trees narrow and dead.
Without a single leaf on their body, during spring when the buds should have been spouting, only death remained in this forest away from the bustling Arcadia city.
"Haa...Haa.... finally...!" Her soft voice sounded as the soft silver locks of her hair swayed in the huge moon above, which bathed her in its gentle light.
Her breathing was rough as she approached a huge figure on the horizon, yet her body was extremely agile, clearly something inhuman.
She quickly entered the castle's broken door, rusted metal.
She shattered wood filled with the stench of mould, but the ground ahead of her was missing; instead, a huge empty black hole, where only a huge drop seemed likely; her only path was to run along the weathered walls to the distant stone floor on the other side of the room.
"So annoying... why... doesn't she renovate this place...!"
Her tight muscular legs tensed as she began to rocket along the walls, rapidly running across the broken floor, her arms with sharp claw-like nails stabbing into the grey bricks, pulling her elegant body deep into the castle.
In the heart of a crumbling castle, nestled within its cold stone walls, lay a hidden room shrouded in darkness—a clandestine sanctuary where forbidden rituals unfolded under the cloak of night. The chamber, known only to a select few, evoked an eerie aura that whispered ancient secrets and unfathomable mysteries.
As the young woman cautiously stepped into the room, her senses were immediately enveloped by the heavy, stagnant air.
The space was veiled in perpetual gloom, with sparse rays of moonlight timidly penetrating through narrow, time-worn windows, casting eerie patterns upon the decaying floor. Shadows danced ominously upon the walls, twisted and contorted as if they harboured untold secrets.
"Still gloomy and filled with the stink of mould..."
The walls themselves bore the marks of clandestine meetings, adorned with faded symbols, arcane sigils, and cryptic messages.
They seemed to have been etched with purposeful intention as if channelling the energies of dark forces long since banished from the realm of light. The faint scent of incense lingered, mingling with the musty air, evoking an unsettling blend of mysticism and decay.
An ancient stone altar of a beautiful woman sitting on a huge throne stood as a macabre centrepiece in the centre of the room. Its surface, worn by the touch of countless hands over centuries, revealed traces of long-dried bloodstains—a testament to the rituals performed upon it.
"Grandma... You have been missing for so long... Forgive my absence...!" The woman gave a soft bow, her short height almost identical to the woman sitting on the throne, even weathered, the image of supreme beauty as she looked toward Arcadia city.
Candles, their flickering flames casting elongated, distorted shadows, surrounded the altar, casting a dim light that barely illuminated the cryptic symbols inscribed on its edges.
The room resonated with a palpable sense of foreboding, as if unseen eyes watched every move made within its walls.
'Why is this place so dark and annoying? If they made it more appealing, we might get more members...'
Whispers of long-forgotten incantations seemed to echo in the silence, stirring the imagination and evoking a primal fear.
The young woman's heart pounded as if sensing the lingering presence of those who had come before, those who had dabbled in the dark arts, seeking forbidden knowledge and communion with forces beyond mortal understanding.
"Mother is here... Will she scold me for leaving and only coming back now? Will big sister also spank me again? Please be away!"
She entered the huge auditorium, a massive round table with countless women in stone chairs, each wearing a black robe.
At the same time, their bodies held the same tattoo, visible when their faces turned towards the intruder.
A large eye wrapped in vines and chains.
The young woman was caught between fascination and trepidation in this chamber of occult secrecy.
She was drowned by her nostalgic feelings, remembering playing in this room with her grandmother and older sisters.
Now...
It was filled with strangers, or rather new blood who seemed to have made her wonderful memories stained with disgust as the girl stepped forward, sitting on the second most prominent seat, without any greetings plopping her voluptuous buttocks down, as she looked across at the other women, her red eyes penetrating and fierce.
However, that imposing face was destroyed when her short body leaned forward, and her massive tits were crushed against the stone table, making her look like an obscene pornstar, causing many older women to giggle.
Suddenly a deep female's voice sounded.
"My daughter Armina, why are you so late, it's been 5 years, and you only just visited your poor mother now?"
"Hah!? What's poor? You started some strange cult, and not my work is super hard! Why did you use my childhood drawing as your symbol... stupid mother... why are you so embarrassing!"
"Oh my~ Armina, you are so rough and aggressive; what happened to my cute girl that would only say "Yes, mommy! I will be a good girl!" Such a sad life this is... Sniffle."
"Oi! Mother, that was 500 years ago! Don't be speaking like I'm still a child!"
"Hohoho~ you'll always be that little girl to me, too scared to drink blood, so you chose mommy's milk instead!"
"So~ why is my cute Armina back home? There must be a reason, right?"
Armina was momentarily silent; the more she thought and tried to organise her words, the more embarrassing it was to say them aloud.
The other women weren't strangers; some were their servants of generations or descendants, while others were her blood-related sisters, which made her shy.
"Oh, my? Armina's face is so red. Are you sick? Do you have a fever?" Her mother asked, almost rushing over like a lightning bolt as she placed her forehead against Armenia's to check her temperature before the small vampire pushed her back.
"MOTHER! How can you tell a vampire's temperature? We only have body heat in our sexual organs!"
"Hohoho~ a little mistake... you were just too cute, and it just happened! Fufu ~ so, why did you finally visit me after so many years?"
"Heh... damn crocodile tears...!" Armina snapped, but her hands stroked the back of her mother's head with soft eyes.
Armina and her mother sat beside each other; she decided to grit her teeth and accept the mockery, looking at her elder sisters and mother before blinking her huge red eyes, thinking back to that handsome male she met.
Immediately her heart began to beat; the still heart, which should be dead, was thumping, not slowly but rapidly, as she felt a sense of bliss and delight, her fingers slowly turning warm, like a living being, as a slight colour came to her skin, no longer pale like a porcelain doll.
"Mother... I have met "him" Please... guide me!" Armina's voice echoed once, twice, thrice...
When the third repetition ended, all the women looked at Armina with different eyes; they were soft, like a woman listening to a younger family member speaking of her first experience with love, especially her mother.
"Oh my!? My cute Armina... A man? You are sure... Let Mommy check!"
Her mother pressed her face against her huge breasts, almost suffocating the short vampire, Armina tried to struggle, but her face and body were enveloped in her mother's embrace, which grew tighter as she felt her mother's body and hands trembling.
"My dearest Armina~ Oh my... who? How is your body so... hohoho~ Mommy is so happy... sniffle."
Armina didn't understand why her mother began to cry for real, the cold, wet droplets from her eyes splashing on her face before being swung around like a doll; she could only endure as her mother's voice became cheerful and strange.
"EVERYONE!!! Our cute Armina finally met a man!!!"
"Woaaaaaaah!!"
All the women began to cheer. Happily, their voices were beautiful, like a choir of only the finest maidens, while Amira herself was held in the air, spun around till she felt nauseous, only able to regret coming here for advice.
'Damn mother! I am not a circus attraction!'
"But not just any man, ladies... The reason for our beliefs, Our entire existence based on mere rumours and small folktales from the dungeon walls! I can only look to you all who have worked so hard, tirelessly for decades, centuries!"
"Finally, we have proof! That He exists!"
'Why is he special? I mean, he's hung like a horse... handsome and a gentleman, but... what else?' Armina thought to herself, confused by the huge celebrations that began.
She wasn't interested in this strange cult her grandmother started, instead enjoying playing with humans and other races outside the castle walls.
"That's why everyone, we must help her win his affection! There can be no harm to him; we must protect his body from the shadows!"
Armina was confused; why did the man she liked to get more love from her mother than she did!?
'Am I adopted...?'
"Oh my~ why does my cute Armina look so gloomy... Those feelings, you know what they mean, right?"
"Mmmmn..."
A vampire's body is usually cold and dead, without a beating heart, until they meet their fated partner.
ƥαṇdαs ηθνε| He or she will make their lifeless body start to move again, however usually, it just causes their heart to beat slowly, nothing as extreme as Amira, whose body was not identical to normal living humans, breathing, feeling hungry for real food as the cold blood that pumped around her veins was now warm and thick.
"Mother... is this that? I don't even know him... It was merely a fleeting glance... I've seen him in videos, but..."
"Shaddap! Silly daughter, I met your father once, and the same night, he was panting under my hips! Why are you so passive, grab his balls in your hand and throw him into your bed! I want some grandchildren!"
"Tsk! Ask my big sister!"
"You think that psychopath would meet a guy who could survive sex with her!?"
"Ah... good point..."
"So~ my cute daughter, please tell me. What is he like? Do you have any pictures?"
Armina only had the information about him as an adventurer, so she took out her tablet before her mother linked it to the huge holo board in the centre of the table as the handsome Raven appeared.
Still, the naked version was displayed when he registered or visited the bureau.
"Oh my~"
"Huge...."
"Orcs.... banzai!"
This room was a haven for women; there were no males, so why did they need to pretend to be graceful and not interested in muscular men with huge cocks? Their husbands could grip their cocktail weiners and cry for all they cared about.
Suddenly a small, faint voice sounded.
It was the psychopath sister that Armina and her mother mentioned as she looked at the image of Raven with a respectful gaze.
"Isn't this the Ardent Orc?" Her voice filled with a strange, sultry tone as Armina and her mother's mouth's opened and looked at the woman who NEVER showed interest in anything other than battle, murder and combat usually!
"Oh, my~ Armina, your sister might steal you, man...."
"Mother!"
And so, another rowdy evening at the home of Armina and her family cult ended, with her desperate plea for her sister not to get involved with Raven resounding along the dull, grey castle walls.
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