The Vampire Lord of the Gestell Family (3)

The Emperor, seated upon his throne, tapped his fingers rhythmically against the armrest and spoke with a look of utter indifference. "I find no joy in receiving greetings from an elf."

Despite the Emperor’s blatant disregard for her and the entirety of the non-human races, Diana kept her lips pressed tight and maintained her smile. It was Diana who was in a position of desperation, and the Emperor, well aware of this, was posturing from a position of absolute superiority. A negotiation. She had to secure the Empire’s military might by any means necessary. Therefore—

"I regret that we have come without prior notice. However, the fact that no representative from the Empire attended the three-nation conference is..."

"If you’re talking about the conference, is it because of the Demon King?"

"That is correct."

"That is a matter not even worth the Empire’s attention."

The Emperor looked down at Diana. She met his gaze directly. "No matter how strong the Demon King may be, can he truly compare to the Empire?"

The Emperor did not bother to explain the scale of the Empire’s power. Just one word—Empire—was enough to define everything. It was the undisputed strongest force on the continent, occupying more than half of its territory. As the saying went, even if all the other nations on the continent joined forces, they could not defeat the Empire. The Emperor’s confidence was not unfounded.

"Do you truly think the Demon King, who has only managed to destroy the backwater Aslan Kingdom, is capable of daring to challenge the Empire?"

He wasn't wrong. To anyone’s eyes, the gap between the current Empire and the Demon King’s army was as vast as the distance between heaven and earth. However—

"The Demon King is the one who swallowed a kingdom with nothing but a single dungeon. If his power continues to grow beyond this, who knows what will happen..."

"It is irrelevant. If such signs appear, we shall simply take immediate measures."

"..."

"Do you know why Aslan fell?"

Diana knew ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the answer the Emperor wanted, but she had no desire to provide it. Seeing her silence, the Emperor curled his lips into a smirk.

"It was because they became lazy, relying on something like a 'Hero.' It was due to the foolish notion of entrusting their safety to a more powerful entity rather than thinking of developing their own strength."

His gaze fixed on Diana. "Much like you lot are doing now."

"We are not asking the Empire to protect us. We wish to combine our strength so that the Demon King can no longer expand his influence..."

"How is that any different? That talk of borrowing the far greater power of the Empire to defeat the Demon King’s army—how is that any different from Aslan, who gave up on cultivating their own strength by clinging to a Hero?"

It was hopeless. This was not an opponent with whom she could reason. There was an opportunity to catch the Demon King more easily, so why? Diana could not understand the Emperor’s arrogance.

"Perhaps you, too, are human and fail to realize it. Before the Empire grows even stronger..."

"I am well aware that the Demon King existed and that he destroyed the previous Empire. You may not know, as an elf who has merely lived a long time, but humans have a history of records. I know exactly how strong the Demon King is."

"Then why!"

"Because I have made all the necessary preparations for him. Unlike some who are paralyzed by fear, dwelling only on their own memories."

It was a remark meant to belittle her, yet it was filled with more than just arrogance—it was absolute confidence. Diana had felt it while traversing the Empire. The sheer might of the Empire was beyond comparison to any other kingdom. With hundreds of thousands of soldiers, tens of thousands of knights and mages, and the alchemists who had built the current Empire, she couldn't help but think that perhaps, as the Emperor said, even the Demon King might not be able to defeat them. But that was the Empire’s story. What about the other kingdoms? The Non-Human Alliance, the Roman Kingdom, and the others? Could they withstand the military might of the Demon King’s army? Not at all. That was why the Empire’s cooperation was necessary to prevent greater casualties. But Diana realized that the Non-Human Alliance and the Roman Kingdom would never be able to count on the Empire’s help.

"I understand. If that is the will of His Imperial Majesty, we shall withdraw as well."

"If you wish to submit to the Empire, say so. We will welcome you at any time."

In the end, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the delegation that had gone to the Empire returned without gaining anything.

"Huu..."

Frey had suffered for two days due to a hangover caused by blood-intoxication.

"It was delicious..."

It was a taste of heaven. It was so divine that she hadn't been able to drink any other blood during the two days she spent suffering from the hangover. Even freshly harvested, warm ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠blood could not satisfy her palate. Once she had known the sweet, exquisite taste of the Demon King’s blood, nothing else could catch her eye. Only now did her head feel clear. She could finally breathe a sigh of relief after calming her throbbing head and nauseous stomach.

"It feels like it’s still lingering in my mouth."

She smacked her lips repeatedly. It felt as if the Demon King’s blood she had consumed two days ago was still faintly present.

Gurgle!

With the hangover gone, hunger struck. It was a natural reaction. Letting out a deep sigh, Frey rang the bell in her hand. Ting-a-ling.

"What is it, Mistress?"

Within seconds, Roy knocked on the door. Her faithful subordinate. The only knight from a fallen kingdom she had turned into a Gestell vampire. Once famous as one of the strongest warriors in the human realm, he was now her butler and a vampire.

"It’s time to eat."

"I shall prepare your meal."

"No, come in. I want something special today."

"Ah."

At those words, Roy opened the door. A man with a clean-cut appearance revealed himself. Roy, with his impressive hairstyle of swept-back black hair, was the vampire she trusted most. Now, he used that appearance to seduce human women and procure blood for her, as most humans she bit turned into monsters. Roy walked toward her bed with heavy, steady steps.

"This is unusual. You said you disliked biting them yourself."

"But you do it for me once a year."

"It hasn't even been three months since this year began."

"I know..."

"Is it because you drank the Demon King’s blood?"

"I don't know. That’s what I’m trying to confirm. Stick your neck out."

"As you wish."

Roy unbuttoned his shirt and offered his neck. Frey sank her fangs into that smooth skin. Slurp!

It was delicious. It was certainly good blood. There weren't many people on this continent as strong as Roy. But—

'It’s not enough.'

It wasn't this taste. It was on a completely different level from the fantastic flavor she had experienced. The other had been sweeter, richer, deeper in flavor, with a mysterious, lingering combination of subtle tartness and saltiness. After about three gulps, Frey pulled her fangs away and wiped her blood-stained lips.

"That’s enough."

"You aren't drinking much today. Shall I prepare a separate dessert?"

"Don't worry about it. I just don't have an appetite today."

"..."

Frey thought back to when she had drunk the Demon King’s blood. Recalling that taste brought back the myriad sensations it had provided. That pleasant feast of flavor that had exhilarated and excited her body. Her heart pounded, thump-thump. Her lower regions kept tingling, and without realizing it, she rubbed her thighs together. Ah, she wanted to drink it. It had felt so good. It had been so delicious. But she resisted the urge to let her hand wander down. After all, Roy was still standing right there. Looking at her with concern, Roy asked, "Mistress, if you are aroused, I could..."

"Don't be ridiculous. How dare you think of touching a Lord’s body."

"My apologies."

"Get out at once. No dessert."

"I had prepared an ice made with blood, sugar, and milk..."

"I don't need it."

She didn't know why he had to be so persistent today, of all days, when he was usually so perceptive.

"Understood. Then..."

Roy bowed his head and left the room. Thud. As soon as the door closed, Frey brought her small, delicate hand down to her crotch and began to rub.

"Haa, haa..."

She caressed her pussy, hidden beneath her panties. The small clitoris buried in her labia became erect, asserting its presence. "I can't take it anymore."

Frey bit down on the hem of her lifted skirt. It was a way to masturbate more comfortably while simultaneously stifling her moans. She felt quite clever for doing so. 'Killing two birds with one stone.'

Spreading her legs, she rubbed her fingers against her panties with a squelching sound. Her panties were already damp with the arousal fluid that had begun to flow even before she started. She was ashamed of a body that reacted ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠so easily, but her fingers did not stop. The movement of her slender fingers became increasingly explicit. A jolt of electricity ran through her waist at the sensation of her panties rubbing against her labia.

"Hnnng!"

The pleasure surging up her spine stimulated Frey’s mind. Her waist moved naturally, and her hips lifted. As her fingers rubbed her pussy more and more explicitly, Frey’s hips could not stay still for a second.

"Hnnngh!!!"

It feels so good. Drip. The arousal fluid that had leaked through her panties soaked her hips. "Ugh, already like this..."

Frey took off her panties, which were now completely soaked with fluid and useless. "They were my favorites..."

But her sentiment for the panties was brief. Without realizing it, she reached out with her tongue toward the panties held in her hand. She wanted to put something in her mouth. She wanted to feel, even slightly, a sensation similar to what she had felt while masturbating and drinking the Demon King’s blood. The salty, fishy taste of her own fluid coated her tongue. It was truly a lewd taste. But she soon regretted it.

'It’s not that taste.'

Irritation surged. Yet, that did not mean the mounting excitement vanished. Her chest heaved. She felt like she was going crazy. The feeling of the Demon King’s blood lingering in her mouth. "Haa-ah!" Her fingers rubbing her pussy became even rougher. Unable to hold back, she inserted her fingers inside. Squish, squelch! Every time her fingers moved, her soaked pussy made obscene sounds. They were not the kind of sounds a Vampire Lord should make. Ah, it feels good. It feels good.

"I’m coming. I think I’m going to come. Haa! I’m coming!!!"

Drip, drip. Her lower body lost its strength, and yellow urine flowed from her pussy. She had tried to hold it in, but with her hips arched, she couldn't stop it at all.

"Haa-ah..."

Realizing what she had done, Frey covered her face with both hands and stared at the bed, which was now soaked with her own fluids. "I... I can't tell Roy..."

In the end, for the first time in a very long while, Frey began to clean up her own mess. Every time she looked at the traces of what she had done, the taste of the Demon King’s blood kept popping into her head.

'I must be going crazy.'

It must be just my imagination.

After waking up from a long, deep sleep, I checked the status window appearing before my eyes.

I had thought all the epic quests would be finished after I fucked Yulia. But meeting Frey meant a new quest was waiting for me. Frey. 'How should I go about conquering her?' I needed a method different from the previous ones. She was an entity stronger than necessary. Just then, I felt a presence beside me.

"Hmm?"

Only then did I look back and forth between the two women lying on my bed.

"Vivian."

"Yes, Demon King."

"Sage."

"Yes, Papa!"

"Why are you two lying on either side of me right now?"

I had clearly told them not to let anyone in. "Well, you see..." Vivian opened her mouth, her face flushing red.