Blood Awakening: The Strongest Hybrid and His Vampire Bride

Kumiko stood at the edge of the bed, hair shining like gold lacquer, body glistening with sweat and cum. Her breath was calm now, too relaxed for what she had just done. She smiled.

A shimmer pulsed beside her.

Two clones emerged from her body like liquid shadows—identical, silent, graceful. One moved to Amphitrite, who was still trembling on the sheets, flushed and twitching from overstimulation. The clone gathered her like a lover, lifting her with ease, cradling her limp limbs against a bare shoulder.

The other approached Nikita.

She flinched at the touch, her breath still shaking, her inner thighs glossy from Nikolai's fingers. But she didn't resist. The clone helped her sit up, then wrapped arms gently around her waist, pulling her into a slow bridal carry. Her head rested against the clone's neck, her eyes half-lidded.

"I'll be nearby," Kumiko whispered.

Then all three—Kumiko and her two copies—stepped into the dark, taking the flushed girls with them, disappearing beyond the curtain of silk at the edge of the room.

But the sound of something collapsing made Nikolai smirk. "She overdid it..." It was obvious that Kumiko fell onto the spare bed in the corner.

That's when Nikolai moved.

Nikolai's breath was still heavy, but his blood was rising again. Not just from the heat of their bodies—slick thighs and soaked skin, tangled over his chest—but from something deeper. The moment Kumiko was carried away, a shift rippled through him. He wasn't here to be worshipped. Not tonight. Tonight, he would take.

He sat up slowly, muscles flexing beneath the weight of Nikita still clinging to his side. Her flushed cheek pressed against his collarbone, thighs twitching, her cunt pulsing softly around nothing. With a sharp breath, he pushed her off him with casual strength. She whimpered—not in protest, but in sensitivity—rolling onto the sheets, her legs still parted.

His fingers glistened with her slick, and he brought them to his mouth.

Schlk.

One finger. Then two. He licked them slowly, noisily, tongue curling around the taste of her climax, the scent of her still clinging to his skin. Across the room, Lunaria shuddered in her chair, her blue-scaled cheek flushed.

"Come here," he said.

Not to her.

His eyes locked on Selene and Risa. One noble. One feral. Both watching with parted lips and trembling thighs.

Risa moved first, of course—dropping to all fours with a wicked grin, crawling toward him with her ass swaying, black tails twitching like whips behind her. Selene lingered. Her red eyes narrowed, chin lifted, but her knees betrayed her. She rose slowly, elegantly, and stepped toward him with that cold, graceful poise only a vampire could maintain.

She didn't kneel.

She climbed into his lap.

Nikolai said nothing. He just leaned back on his elbows, cock half-hard but already twitching with anticipation as Selene settled over him, her heat radiating through the thin gap between them. Risa perched beside them, legs spread, already stroking herself lazily, watching with hungry eyes.

Selene didn't speak.

Nikolai grabbed her cheeks and snorted.

"You're won't act so elegant soon. Not when I'm buried in your ass."

Her breath caught.

A tremor ran through her thighs.

And still, she nodded.

Behind her, Risa laughed low. "She's going to love it too much to pretend she doesn't."

Selene's eyes snapped to her, fangs glinting.

But Nikolai was already reaching between her cheeks, smearing the wetness from her folds upward, circling the tight ring of her ass with two thick fingers.

Selene gasped. Her hips lifted. Her pride cracked.

He smiled.

Tonight, she was his.

They all were, and he was done being passive.

The resistance was instant. Tight, trembling, and hot despite the chill of her skin. Nikolai exhaled through his nose, steady, as he pushed forward. Her body took him inch by inch, the tension in her frame held back by sheer will. He could feel it—the way her ring fluttered, fighting to stay closed even as it yielded to him.

Selene gripped her cheeks harder, nails digging into her skin, thighs shaking.

Shlk… ssrrk…

Her breathing because rough, moaning through her closed lips, unable to stifile it. Nikolai grabbed her plump waist, gripping her hips tight as his fingers sank into her flesh.

"You really like my cock in you ass, such a lewd bitch."

He pushed deeper.

Selene arched with a sharp breath—"Haaah…!"—her back curving beautifully as the last inch slid in. Fully seated, he paused, letting her body adjust, feeling her inner walls pulse around him—slow, rhythmic, almost like a heartbeat.

Her ass was exquisite—tight in a way nothing else could mimic, every muscle clenching in waves around his cock like it was made to hold him there. Not a single inch wasted.

Behind him, Risa watched with hungry eyes, one hand between her legs, tails flicking wildly.

Selene turned her head slightly, eyes glassy, lips trembling.

"Move," she whispered.

Nikolai did.

He pulled back, slow, watching her spread open around him—sslk…—before thrusting in again. The sound was wet, lewd, and her gasp echoed against the walls.

Nikolai's rhythm built slowly—each thrust deeper, firmer, his hips slapping against Selene's pale ass with a sticky, muffled thmp… thmp… ssrhk…. Her body jerked with every movement, ass clenching tighter each time he plunged deeper. The heat inside her was overwhelming—too tight, too perfect. She trembled under his grip, her proud composure cracking with each wet, filthy sound their bodies made.

"Mnnh—hahh… d-don't stop…" she whispered, head lowered, hair falling into her face.

He didn't answer.

He just gripped her hips harder and fucked into her ass with a slow, punishing roll—each thrust designed to remind her that this hole belonged to him. Her moans were sharp and breathless, and she didn't even realise she was grinding back into him now, desperate for friction.

That's when Risa moved.

She inched closer on her knees, her tails twitching in slow arcs behind her, and leaned in against his side—bare skin brushing his ribs, her hand sliding over his chest. She pressed her mouth to his neck, sucking on him with wet, sloppy slurping.

"You're so mean when you're in control," she purred, licking the curve just beneath his ear. "It makes me so fucking wet…"

Her tongue dragged up slowly—slrp—before her lips closed around his earlobe with a teasing suck.

Selene moaned beneath him, and Risa giggled.

"She's making such cute noises, too…"

Her hand dipped lower, brushing the tight muscles of his abdomen, fingers skimming close to where his cock disappeared into Selene's ass. She watched the movement, fascinated, sinking her teeth into her lip.

Nikolai growled—half warning, half arousal.

Risa just smirked and whispered, "You gonna let me ride next? Or should I just sit on your face while you ruin her?"

Selene was shaking now—elbows barely holding her up, her ass red and bouncing with every thrust. Her moans came in stuttered, broken breaths, the kind she tried to swallow but couldn't hold back. Her ass gripped him tighter with every movement, spasming around his cock like she was coming apart from the inside.

"Ahh—haaah—nghh… it's—too much—"

Nikolai didn't stop.

He held her tight and whispered into her ear.

"You'll take every inch. You said I could. And I'm not done."

Selene cried out—sharp, high, her body tensing beneath him as her orgasm tore through her. Her ass clamped down hard, milking him with wild pulses. Her head dropped between her arms, teeth bared, eyes squeezed shut. She was silent for a moment—then a soft, broken whisper:

"Nikolai…!"

He buried himself deep, groaning into her neck as she came, and her trembling walls massaged his cock like they didn't want to let him go.

Behind them, Risa was panting now, practically vibrating against his side.

"Fuck… that was hot," she hissed, one hand still between her legs, her fingers glistening.

She pressed a soft kiss to his jaw. "Her ass is amazing… but I bet you wanna feel how messy mine is now, don't you?"

Her lips traced down his neck, her tongue flicking over his pulse point. Her tails curled around his thigh like silk restraints.

Selene collapsed forward, twitching, legs trembling too hard to hold her up anymore.

Risa didn't wait.

She crawled into place—grinning as she straddled Nikolai's lap, her soaked folds hovering over his cock, still smeared with Selene's release.

She gave him one long look. Then—

"Don't hold back. I want it rough."

Risa dropped her hips without hesitation.

Schlk—shrrlp—sshhk!

His cock penetrated her soaked pussy with a lewd, messy squelch. Her sticky juices bubbled and dribbled down her buttocks as she squealed. He could feel her walls gripping him tight. Each time his cock struck her womb, the soft folds quivered... tightening and releasing him in unpredictable pulses.

"Hhhhaaah~ s-so big… ngh, you're already throbbing…"

Her ass smacked against him—chlap! chlap!—with every bounce, the sound wet and echoing, her movements erratic and greedy. She didn't ease into it—she slammed herself down over and over, squelching with each motion, pussy foaming with arousal.

Nikolai growled and grabbed her waist, slamming up into her harder, faster—slrk! ssllrp! chllk!—until her voice cracked into a scream.

"F-fuck—yes! Yesyesyes—haaah!"

Her tails whipped behind her in wild arcs, twitching with every thrust. He reached back and grabbed both, yanking them forward like reins.

Risa screamed.

Her back arched violently, her pussy clenching down hard, locking around his cock in a full-body spasm.

"AH—nnggh! D-don't—pull—oh gods, I'm—!"

Her climax hit like lightning—legs twitching, cunt contracting in tight, rhythmic pulses. Nikolai thrust one final time, driving deep, her soaked walls spasming around him.

He came deep inside her.

Thick globs of cum filled her, overflowing instantly. Her pussy gushed around him, the sound obscene—glrrk… ssplrrt… fshlk—as he emptied inside her pulsing heat. Her voice was nothing but high, breathless cries as she milked every drop from him, her tails wrapped tight around his wrists.

And then—just gasps.

She collapsed forward, twitching, drooling, cum leaking between her thighs.

He let go of her tails slowly.

It ended with her broken and full of sticky warmth, and Lunaria's eyes still watching from the chair.