Chapter 369: Thirst for Vengeance
The moment the system confirmed the successful copy of the skill, the intensity of the thrusts triggered a brutal shockwave through the creature’s body. The vampire’s eyes went wide, a scream choking in her throat as she plunged into a massive orgasm. A spurt of fluid erupted from between her legs, leaving her pale body trembling uncontrollably on the damp grass.
Alexander slowly pulled his dick out and looked her up and down with a mocking smirk.
"You sure talked big for a bitch who squirts this fast," said Alexander, wiping himself off with total unconcern.
The vampire stretched her arms across the grass, letting out a husky laugh as she caught her breath.
"Delicious..." said the vampire, locking her dark eyes onto his. "But you don’t think I’m like those human bitches who can only handle one orgasm and pass out, do you?"
"I’d expect nothing less from a winged slut like you," said Alexander, gripping her hips firmly. "Get on all fours, bitch. Tonight you’re going to moan and howl at the moon like a wolf."
Without offering the slightest resistance, the vampire turned over and raised her ass brazenly, giving him complete access to her body.
As he positioned himself behind her once more, Alexander’s eyes gleamed with absolute greed, recalling the endless list of skills still waiting to be claimed.
I struck a goldmine, thought Alexander with a calculating smile. Tonight I’m taking everything I can get out of her.
...
"If you have friends, call them," said Alexander in a challenging tone. "I can fill every last one of them to the brim."
The vampire simply smiled, resting a hand over her sore, drenched pussy as she recovered on the grass.
"I will call them," said the vampire, locking her dark eyes onto him. "Don’t break your promise."
"Of course I won’t," said Alexander with a cold smile. "It’ll be fun playing with you and with them."
Once the encounter ended, Alexander dressed and set off on the road back to the city. He headed to the tavern, but upon stepping through the main door, he immediately sensed a tension in the air. Everyone present was gathered in a circle around something on the floor.
Alexander pushed through the crowd and froze. In the center lay Marcus, brutally beaten: one eye completely swollen shut and purple, his mouth torn open and bleeding, his clothes shredded, and severe bruises covering his entire body, as if he had been subjected to a horrific assault.
"What happened and where?" said Alexander, putting the pieces together.
"Don’t worry about me..." said Marcus, trying to sit up with great effort. "When I recover, I’ll..."
"I said what happened and where!" shouted Alexander.
A terrifying bloodlust emanated from Alexander’s glare. Although he hadn’t turned into a true vampire, the newly absorbed skills carried an ancient, malignant essence. That sinister aura made Marcus himself feel a shiver of terror toward his own friend.
"Where are Leo and Ben?" said Alexander, scanning the room.
"They haven’t returned," said his aunt Helen, her voice cracking with anguish. "What are you planning to do?"
"Do?" said Alexander, turning toward the shadows of the bar. "Brianna, call the girls. I want to know who the fuck did this to Marcus right now."
"It was the leader of the female adventurers," said Marcus.
"What?" said Alexander, narrowing his eyes. "How the fuck did that happen? She wouldn’t do something like that without reason."
"When we finished pleasing her, she said she’d give us the energy stones," said Marcus, swallowing blood. "But when we stepped into the room, more female adventurers just showed up. They abused us over and over, forcing potions down our throats to keep us going. They carried Ben and Leo off somewhere else and I didn’t see them again... They said I had to go back at the same time tomorrow or they’d come get me... and take you along for the ride."
"Oh, really?" said Alexander, a cruel smile spreading across his face as a crimson glint flashed in his eyes. "They want to take me? Then no problem... I can go hand myself over in person."
"I’ll be back in a moment," said Alexander, turning back toward the door.
"Master, there are too many of them and they’re far too strong," said Marcus, trying to stand up while clutching his bruised side. "If you go alone, you won’t be a match for them. Why don’t you ask the mayor for help? I know you two have a good relationship."
"I don’t need her for something so insignificant," said Alexander, without even turning to look at him.
Stephen was behind the bar pouring a drink into a glass. With a fluid motion, he tossed it to Alexander, who caught it in mid-air and downed it in a single gulp without breaking his stride.
"Do you need help?" said Stephen, wiping down the bar with a dry rag.
"No problem, I’ll take care of it," said Alexander, setting the empty glass down on the nearest table before stepping out into the night.
Alexander walked at a brisk pace through the cobblestone streets of Plyaro. The night was cold, but his blood boiled with an unnatural intensity. The vampire’s essence coursed through his veins, sharpening his senses to a terrifying degree; he could hear the rapid heartbeats of the night guards blocks away and smell the metallic trace of Marcus’s blood still lingering in the air.
It didn’t take him long to reach the main inn of the commercial district, the three-story building the leader of the female adventurers had claimed as her base of operations. The entrance was lit by torches, and two burly women wearing leather armor with axes on their backs guarded the double wooden doors. Both were laughing loudly, passing a tankard of ale back and forth.
Seeing Alexander approaching alone in the dark, one of them stepped forward, blocking his path with a wicked grin.
"Halt right there, pretty boy," said the adventurer, scanning the young man’s body up and down. "It’s way too late for you to be walking the streets alone. Unless, of course, you’re here to pay the toll with that beautiful body of yours. I hear our leader is still hungry."