Chapter 9: Old Times
Outside was a massacre, the corpses of Whiteyes scattered about the place in broken forms.
Draven was pleased with the scene.
Things had returned to the way they were supposed to be.
He spotted Dracula finishing off the last few members, snapping their necks in his hands with a look of ecstasy on his face.
He seems to be enjoying himself... Perhaps he missed battle even more than me.
As his friend spotted him holding the limp, bleeding form of Odalys over his shoulder, he shouted out to him.
"Draven! Easy as expected?" He asked, referring to the battle against Odalys.
He noticed the Nocturnal Knights watching him, anticipating his answer.
"Easier." He said bluntly. "She is even weaker than before, but no worries. She will come home with us. As will these twenty Whiteyes. We'll see if we can put them to any use."
Dracula nodded his head as he watched the remaining Whiteyes. Even he could smell the fear on them, and his senses were not as enhanced as Draven's.
"I'm sure we can think of something for them to do."
And with that done, the large group of Vampires and a smaller group of Whiteyes made their way back to the Noctaris Estate, leaving the battlefield in ruins.
Draven would return to it later, he might need the extra space sometime.
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"Aughh. Where am I..."
Odalys found herself lying in the bed of a chamber. A chambers much nicer than she knew she deserved.
The wound on her stomach had already begun to heal, but she still felt a dull throb which served as a constant reminder of what had happened.
Where am I?
She sat up in the bed and looked around.
But it didn't take long for her to feel that same fear that she felt the previous day. Back at her palace.
"Good morning, Odalys."
Draven was sitting in the chair beside her bed; he wore his black and red suit and had a smile on his face. He always did.
The sun from the window beamed down on him, granting him a look of elegance. An elegance only he deserved.
Her instincts told her to leap from the bed and try her best to defend herself, but she knew it would be foolish.
Regardless of what she tried, Draven would be a step ahead.
She never knew how, but it had always been that way.
And if he wanted her dead, she would have been killed already.
"Draven... Thank you for sparing me. I hardly deserve it. I know." She said in a tone of sadness.
There was a few moments of silence before Draven finally responded.
"You made a mistake in attacking my people. Regardless of where I was, you should have respected my name enough not to do it."
His face was filled with disappointment, and Odalys felt shame.
He's right... He helped when he didn't need to. Yet I allowed myself to become blinded by potential power.
Odalys' reasoning for attacking the vampire clan was simple. It would have led to the prosperity of the Whiteyes.
She had watched the vampires grow weaker as the years went on, falling from the glory that Draven, Dracula, Alicante and others had once graced them with.
But now, the Evil Lord had returned, and with him was his bestfriend.
The world was about to change.
"I'm sorry Draven, truly. I will accept any punishment that you believe I deserve, but my only wish is that you forgive me."
Draven simply sat there, his expression unchanging.
After a few moments, he finally spoke.
"Do you remember the times we spent together in my chambers?"
Odalys knew what he was speaking about, and of course, she remembered.
No man had ever been able to pleasure her as he had. The time that she had tried to search for that same feeling with somebody else, she instantly regretted it.
"Yes, I do."
Draven looked at her face before his eyes glared down to her chest.
The robes that she wore were revealing, leaving her breast line showing.
"Good times, they were." He said.
Odalys felt herself growing with excitement, as she wondered to herself whether Draven wanted to relive those days.
She wanted to ask him to do her then and there, but she did not want to step out of line and lose her life.
So instead, she waited for him to continue, hoping that he would make the move.
But instead, Draven remained silent, before finally rising from his chair with a sigh.
"You'll stay here until I say, food and water will be brought to you daily."
He began to make his way to the door, and Odalys reached out to him.
"No, please! At least let me make It up to you before you leave..."
Draven's back was turned to her, so she could see his expression, but it was one of delight.
He wanted to bed her as much as she did.
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It did not take long for Odalys to disrobe herself, her large pale breasts on display as she looked at Draven with pink eyes.
The Evil Lord sat naked on the bed, and Odalys placed his length between her breasts.
Afterwards, she shifted them up and down with her hands, pleasuring him.
He made her beg for him to put it inside of her, which she did.
The feeling was just as she remembered, causing her legs to shake and twitch.
"Aughh yess~♡" she moaned as he entered.
Draven lasted for hours, in all different positions, enjoying her body in its entirety.
Before finally, she finished him off with her warm mouth, swallowing every part of him.
Afterwards, she lay on the bed, body tingling from the experience and filled with joy.
I cannot believe I went a millennium without this... It is just as I had remembered. The greatest feeling in the world.
Draven was putting on his clothes whilst she remained naked on the bed, and he made his way to leave the room.
"W-will we get to do this again?" She asked between breaths in a soft, pleading tone.
But the vampire lord only let out a chuckle.
"We will see," he said bluntly before exiting the room and locking the door behind him.
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After leaving the room satisfied, Draven had a lot to think about.
Now that the Whiteyes had been subdued, and Odalys captured, he needed to decide where to go next.
And to him, it was simply a matter of who seemed to cause his people the most trouble whilst he was away. He would make sure that he punishes them.
I recall Serena mentioning something about the werewolves having a new powerful leader.
Lunaris Silverclaw, was it?
His thoughts were interrupted by a small figure walking down the hallway towards him.
At first, he did not recognise the boy.
The last time he had seen him, his hair was completely blonde, and his eyes were regular blue. He also carried a slight bit of fat on his face.
But now, though his hair was still part blonde, it had stripes of white going through it.
One of his eyes remained blue, whilst the other was a deep red, and his face had become sunken, further highlighting his structure.
He looked like a truly impressive figure.
"Master. The transformation has seemed to work."
As the boy spoke, Draven saw that his fangs had come to grow as well, which earned him great joy.
"Lucian," he said, pridefully. "It seems the bite has served you excellently."