Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)

Third Person's POV

The image of his loving master transforming into a colossal dragon with just one of her claws being as large as an ancient castle and crushing everything in her path was both terrifying and surreal.

The duality of her gentle care and the sheer destructive power she wielded was almost too much for him to comprehend.

Until now, he had only known the kind and gentle side of her, the side that could be stubborn at times, tough yet endearing at others, and always deeply affectionate.

To think that the same person who was usually so tender and playful was capable of unleashing such overwhelming and world-shaking might left him in awe.

It was a stark reminder that Nyx, the woman he loved deeply and desired to make his own was not just a mentor or a companion but she was a being of unimaginable might and mystery and a force of nature wrapped in the guise of someone who could be both fiercely protective and disarmingly tender.

"Yes," the duchess confirmed in a matter-of-fact tone.

"After she rescued the feline girl, Velcy, along with the other captive girls, she vanished. She left Velcy under Virelle's care. As for where Nyx has gone, you don't need to worry.

I have already informed her through the Astral Realm that you have regained consciousness."

Ethan let out a deep sigh of relief and the tension that had been gnawing at him since he woke up finally eased a little.

Knowing that his master was aware of his condition and she was not being anxious somewhere brought him a sense of comfort.

The duchess tilted her head as her crimson eyes suddenly glowed brighter in the dim light of the throne room. Her expression shifted to one of curiosity as she leaned forward slightly.@@novelbin@@

"By the way, little Ethan," she began as her voice softened,

"I have been meaning to ask you something since the day we met. What kind of magic have you performed on Nyx? She is become so…. obsessed with you.

She was even willing to go to that bitch if it meant improving your condition."

Ethan's unease grew as the duchess spat through her clenched teeth at her mention of the woman who she referred to as 'that bitch'.

Her words were probing, and her gaze felt like it was piercing through him.

"In all the years I've known Nyx," she continued,

"she's never shown such care and affection for anyone. Is there something special about you that I don't know?"

Her lips curled into a sly smile, and her red eyes gleamed with curiosity.

Ethan shifted uncomfortably under the duchess's piercing gaze and was unsure of how to respond.

Her crimson eyes glowed with curiosity, and the weight of her unspoken questions hung heavily in the air.

Just as he began to feel the pressure mounting, she abruptly changed the topic and her tone turned light and almost playful.

"Ah, no need to answer. For now, just come closer to me," she said while waving one of her small hands dismissively.

Ethan breathed a quiet sigh of relief, though his nerves still remained strained. He hesitated for a moment and then taking a deep breath, he stepped closer to her throne.

I know she won't harm me, he reassured himself. It's just…

Before he could finish the thought, the little duchess vanished from her throne like a shadow dissolving into darkness.

Ethan's eyes widened in alarm, and he immediately spread his soul senses outward and covered a spherical region of nearly twenty meters around the throne with his sweeping dark soul sense. Explore stories on My Virtual Library Empire

Yet, no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't detect even a bit of her presence.

Where did she go? he wondered as his heart pounded.

Suddenly, he felt a tug on his back as if a heavy weight had been placed there without his consent.

Two slender and elegant glowing arms contrasting against his surroundings filled with darkness wrapped around his neck, and a soft but familiar voice whispered in his ear.

"No need to search so hard, little Ethan. You won't be able to find me and you don't need to anymore, because I am already here."

Ethan froze and his body shivered as the warmth of her breath brushed against his ear and neck. His mind raced and struggled to process how she had materialized on his back without him noticing,

Before he could react or exclaim in any way, her legs tightened around his waist, and her arms locked firmly around his neck.

He felt a sharp prick on his neck which was followed by the sensation of soft lips pressing against the jugular vein of his neck.

For the second time that day, a vampiress was drinking his blood and even from the same spot.

Ethan's knees nearly buckled as weakness washed over him.

The combined effects of Virelle's earlier feeding in the morning and the duchess's current one, compounded by the fact that he hadn't eaten anything in over a week, left him dizzy and disoriented.

He swayed slightly and struggled to stay upright but this time, he didn't have to remind anyone to stop.

After a short while, The duchess pulled away on her own and her lips left his neck with a soft and almost regretful sigh.

She leaned back slightly and took a deep fulfilling breath as if she was savoring the taste of his blood.

Her flat chest rose and fell, and a crimson trail of blood that was mixed with faint silvery sparkles dripped from her thin lips to her chin.

She extended her tongue and delicately licked the trail of blood as her glowing red lantern-like eyes gradually returned to their normal crimson hue.

Once she had composed herself from her previous excited state, the duchess straightened up on Ethan's back and finally noticed his weakened state.

He was leaning heavily against the throne and gasping for breath as his face was pale and drawn.