Armistice (1)
Three days had already passed, and it was the morning of the fourth. I lay leisurely on the bed, savoring the moment as Rasca serviced me with her mouth.
"Mmm."
"Slurp..."
Just as I thought, the vampire mafia must have been planning to start a war with us. The imp informants I'd bribed in advance had tipped me off that they were gearing up for it.
Normally, the war would kick off in a few days. But after I'd invaded Morgana's dreams night after night and fucked her senseless, she could barely stand. Forget war preparations—could she even walk straight?
"Serves her right. Heh heh, that pathetic vampire bitch."
"Don't go too hard on her. She'll be your friend soon enough, right by your side."
"I don't wanna be friends with a vampire."
We'll see about that. If I stick my dick between them and make them lick it from both sides, even if they hate it at first, they'll end up besties. They're both gonna get impaled on my cock anyway—why keep their distance?
This city is always itching to devour each other.
...Well, they treat anyone with different skin like scum and kill them outright. And when the species are different? Forget it.
"Rasca, what do you think about other species?"
"Mmm~ Honestly? Kinda hate 'em."
Squirt, squirt... Asking while squeezing cum onto her face might be a bit much.
"High races... y'know, dragons and elves? Total assholes, hate 'em. Demons and angels are sneaky, hate 'em too."
"What about the ones that aren't top-tier?"
"Beastkin except us? All idiots who can't even band together. Greenskins? Dumb as rocks, hate 'em! Vampires? Don't even get me started."
So, basically, she hates everyone except werewolves. Excellent mindset.
"You think other species feel the same?"
"Yeah! They'd probably say their own kind's the best."
"Hmm. Figures."
Rasca nodded too, her face plastered with cum. Cute as hell if you ignore the mess.
Beautiful women are adorable no matter what.
"This city is seriously fucked up. They should just get along."
My own kind... well, it's a bit iffy to call them that. But look at how they massacre incubi just for existing.
No race deserves discrimination and death just for being born that way.
"If I rule this city, I'll change all that."
"How...?"
"Dunno? Maybe develop my powers and get lucky."
Right now, I could use hypnosis for light suggestions on weak minds. But reshaping ideologies? Not yet.
If I evolve my abilities further, maybe I can awaken hypnosis into full-on brainwashing.
Eh, if not, whatever.
If I can do it, I will—that's my motto. Of course, if I'm not strong enough, I won't even try.
"Rasca, that's enough fellatio. Lie on the bed and spread your legs."
"Yes!"
I laid her down to remodel her body as mine once more, cock poised to plunge into her dripping pussy.
"B-Boss? You in there?"
Knock knock. Someone pounded on the door from outside.
"I said no one knocks during my rest time. You think my words are a joke?"
"Eek! S-Sorry!"
After absorbing Rope Man's gang, I'd straightened out their messy hierarchy. All that "boss" this, "leader" that... I unified it all under "Boss" and made everyone use honorifics.
Boosts my authority, too.
The secretary-chief advising the boss on profitable ventures had skyrocketed my status in the organization.
"Sorry... but this is really urgent."
"Better be more urgent than my rest. Unless you want your head smashed."
"Y-Yes, got it."
Rasca snarled viciously at whoever was outside, her sex interrupted. Especially since it was a male—her hostility toward other males was off the charts. Time to train that out of her.
"It's about the vampires requesting an armistice..."
"What?"
"A runner just showed up. They want an alliance and truce. What do we do? Tell 'em to fuck off...?"
Morgana must be getting desperate. Didn't expect her to come crawling first. Fine by me.
Guess she can't hold out anymore. Time to carve my mark into that body of hers.
"Accept the armistice."
"Y-Yes..."
At my words, Rasca obeyed in a melting voice.
"Tell them we accept."
"Huh? Oh, right. Got it."
"Now fuck off. I need to rest."
"Yessir...!"
Footsteps scrambled away. Rasca's twisted scowl softened into a big dog panting up at me.
"Did I do good?"
So cute—I creampied her seven times. She came twenty-one times and passed out.
Vampires and werewolves especially hated each other's guts.
The reason? Both nocturnal by nature, they constantly encroached on each other's turf. Plus, vampires couldn't infect werewolves, and werewolves couldn't turn vampires. This bred deep-seated loathing, embedding enmity into their cultures.
"You're seriously allying with those stinking werewolves now?"
"Yes."
"Understood. Lady True Ancestor, if that's your will, no choice. But I can't take it anymore. I'll withdraw from the organization."
This decision bred distrust among lower vampires loyal to the True Ancestor.
"Weak blood makes you betray so easily? Dare speak nonsense to a True Ancestor?"
An elder stepped forward, glaring at the young vampire with bared fangs, looking ready to rip him apart.
"Enough, old man. Plenty share your gripe. So, you don't like my decision and want out."
"Yes."
Morgana raised her hand.
"Fine. I permit your withdrawal."
"Thank you for unders—Gahk?!"
"But I'll reclaim everything I've bestowed on you."
To become a vampire, one needed a True Ancestor's blood—and they could revoke that power anytime.
Whoosh—!
In an instant, the young vampire withered like a mummy, every drop of moisture sucked dry.
"Anyone else dissatisfied?"
No one.
Even if the True Ancestor's judgment seemed wrong, questioning it was forbidden.
Daring to interfere...
Normally, Morgana wouldn't publicly purge a subordinate for offending her.
But right now, she was on edge.
He's interfering. This trash...
She needed to meet the imp ASAP. Stop those dream invasions now...
To do that, she proposed the armistice first. Otherwise, she couldn't enter werewolf territory to find Asmodeus.
She knew it would deepen her subordinates' resentment. But what could she do? If she didn't handle it, she might truly submit.
"An armistice with vampires? Boss, this is..."
Meanwhile, vampires weren't the only ones griping about the truce.
"Allying with those shady, filthy bloodsuckers? Our ancestors would weep."
"Shut it. No backtalk on my decisions."
Rasca quashed her subordinates' dissent with violence.
No deaths, though. Everyone knew her fists could pulverize Rope Man's skull beyond repair.
Worthless scum. You're just bullets for Master.
Rasca's goal wasn't werewolf revival anymore—it was Asmodeus's pleasure. She'd die for him. The gang, the species— all of it.
I hate getting chummy with vampires. But if we use their power to unite all werewolves...
Perfect setup. She could offer everything to her beloved Master.
Haa...
Rasca climaxed lightly as Asmodeus sneaked up beside her furious self and gripped her ass firmly.
She hated sharing this feeling with that cursed vampire.
But Master wanted it, so she had no choice. She had to submit.