Bab 21: The Blue Moon
Chapter 20: The Blue Moon
Walls, floors, doors, and stairs and podiums were constructed of some strange dark material. The ground itself seemed to resemble cobblestone, but perhaps even that was crafted from some arcane substance.
At the center of the hall, there was a high platform, which its dais was a low, flat structure designed to elevate someone or something above the rest of the room.
This platform would've been normal and all, if not for the fact that, what it was made from, was black in color. It seemed to be made of strange black wood, and above it sat a tall throne made of the same black wood.
—This place really doesn't look like straight out of a movie or anything. It was too real for the eyes!
The throne's seat and the inner backside were plush red pillows, and the throne was adorned by several swords from above which seemed to be made of a dark material too.
This dark material seemed robust like some kind of metal.
—Yet despite it being a millennia old, it wasn't rusty.
Although even without the throne, the figure seated upon it would have commanded attention effortlessly.
Why?
It was the same man with the clouded face, and his posture didn't seem to change since the last time he appeared.
He sat in regal stillness, his boots planted firmly on the dais, while his hands rested on the armrests of the throne.
His eyes, if he had them, were hidden in that abyssal shroud, offering no hint of emotion or thought.
Draped over his shoulders was a long black-and-red cape, its crimson lining was flickering under the eerie red and blue lights of the two moons from each side. His dark coat, fitted tightly around his torso, had red patterns on the chest and sleeves. A crimson sash was tied at his waist, and his tall black boots gleamed under the dim light.
"Alucard." The man sitting on the throne spoke, his face finally uncovered by the darkness, and what appeared was a very pale-skinned middle-aged man as if he were dead, with a mustache, and blood red eyes.
But, though he is pale-skinned, he was far than weak or sick...
Standing before him, was a blond-haired man, whose face was also revealed to be pale-skinned, though with green eyes, and clad in a black butler suit with green and white details. He was 194 CM tall.
Standing tall beside the blond man was another pale-skinned creature.
He wore a dark hat with a wide brim, shading his eyes and hiding his short, neat black hair beneath. Round black sunglasses sat on his face, while a long dark trench coat flowed over a gray suit, with a long dark red ribbon tied at the neck.
White gloves covered his hand, and each one had what looked like a black magic circle on the back. Tall, glossy black leather boots reached up his calves and added to his height.
He was taller than the blond man, lengthening 202 CM.
With a frown on his handsome face, the man beside the blond butler lifted his sunglasses, revealing his blood-red eyes, and they shone brightly as his gaze fell upon the man sitting at the throne.
Seeing that the man was listening to him, the sitting man finally spoke: "He is back." His voice was low and dark, and though he appeared calm, the anger was simmering within his words.
The man clad in a trench coat grinned, bemused by what he heard. "Are you sure?" His voice, unlike the middle-aged man, was loud, and sounded quite happy and joyful.
The middle-aged man's brow twitched in annoyance, but soon he relented; it has always been like this. "...The Blue Moon can never appear unless there is one of them alive."
The young man in the coat smiled wider, and the smile on his face was so side that his facial features distorted horrifically. "Hehehehe..." A low, deep laugh came from his throat—
He suddenly threw his arms and erupted into loud laugher like a madman. "HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!"
The butler closed his eyes and looked down as he let a soft sigh through his nostrils.
"AMUSING! GOOD! GREAAAAT!" The laughing man shouted. He was truly thrilled by these good news!
Soon, his laugher abruptly died, and he put back his sunglasses on his eyes. "Then... What are you waiting for?" His mood took a whopping 180 degrees as he coldly spoke to the man at the throne!
The middle-aged man furrowed his brows, "Find him. Last he was seen was in the human realm — Earth, New York."
Both the butler and the young man listened to the man sitting at the throne intently. They believed his words, as they was trust worthy.
—Why was he trustworthy?
The man in the trench coat looked upwards, and saw dozens of shadowy figures with red orbs staring down at them, before looking back at the sitting man.
Turning to the butler, the young man placed his hand on the blond's shoulder and grinned. "Don't fail me, Sebas."
The blond man bowed slightly with his gloved hand placed on his chest.
He extended his other arm aside, and after few seconds a pitch black spatial slit with red hues appeared where his hand was pointing at, and the slit stretched out on itself until it was as big as a bedroom door. "Before you, Lord Alucard."
Nodding, the man now-named Alucard strode forward.
But, before his feet stepped inside the spatial rift— "See you later, Dracul." And thus, he vanished within the space, followed by the butler, and the "door" closed behind them and disappeared.
The man sitting at the throne, who was now known as Dracul, watched the two disappear within the door before it also vanished from existence.
He turned his head to the huge windows on the left, which are several meters away from him.
"The one this time seems to be different..." He muttered under his breath as he stared at the bright blue moon, which was even brighter than the red moon on the right.
....
"Although Scathach isn't open about it... yet." Drake lightly chuckled to himself.
"What am I not open about?" The familiar, raspy yet feminine voice was heard from behind him.
Drake almost jumped in the bathtub as he sat upright and looked around, with his big blue eyes appearing bigger as they were a bit wide.
Standing at the door of the bathroom was Scathach, and...she wasn't wearing anything, just leaning against the door with her forearm, and looking at him like how she came to the world.
And just as she saw his precious reaction, a seductive smile adorned her luscious lips as she began to walk up to him while swaying her hips.
"...What am I not open about~?" She purred softly, repeating her question again, but with a more seductive edge to her tone.
Gulp
(A/N: I also swallowed here 😁)
Drake Valiant swallowed hard as he felt his throat going dry again at the sight of his aunt-in-law.
Her perfect pale porcelain melons were slowly and slightly bouncing before his eager and appreciative gaze. Her pink rosebuds were also adding a powerful effect to how her breasts jiggled. It was as if she was hypnotizing him to get up and bury his face between her tits.
Subconsciously, his gaze fell down to her refined abs and swaying hips, as well as her thick thighs.
He felt like they were calling for him, every single part of his Master's voluptuous body.
He saw that rainforest above her wet folds; not too thick, and not too soft to the eye, but it was a tantalizing vermillion like her fluttering hair.
Drake the Brave was Hard.
His little dragon finally grew to its peak size! Although under the towel, but despite Drake sitting in the bathtub, the bulge reached his chest!
But, he was trying his best to not stare much at his aunt, so he managed to bite his tongue hard, and the pain brought him back to his senses.
(A/N: Don't try biting your tongues smh!)
His tongue regenerated in no time, and he was already back to his relaxed posture against the bathtub, however the huge bulge underneath the towel was still there.
Scathach, witnessing all that, furrowed her brows a bit, and smiled quite sultry as she licked her lips when her gaze fell upon the prominent bulge under her disciple's towel.
But... despite how she liked him when he was just appreciating her figure in their early days together, she was feeling frustrated and annoying for some unknown reason she couldn't grasp.
—She was just craving his lust and desires now...
Before, she enjoyed how he didn't ogle her body, but now, she was annoyed, and she didn't know why.
—Women are indeed strange...
As she finally reached the bathtub, she stepped into the warm water and straddled Drake's lap.
"Did I accidentally cut your tongue?" The Master growled softly as her bare plump buttocks sat on her Disciple's rock-hard member.
"Mghh..." A stiffened groan escaped Drake's mouth as he relaxed more against the bathtub, now under Scathach's ass.
Scathach raised a brow at that; she didn't understand what got him so relaxed.
She pressed herself against him, her perfect breasts going flush against his bare chest, and slowly, almost deliberately, her hips began to rock against him, while her arms encircled his neck.
She leaned closer to his face, her lips just mere inches from his.
—But, when her red orbs met those big, sapphire-blue eyes, she finally noticed that hint of lust and desire.
But... She didn't mind that at all.
"Answer..." She purred again, eyes fluttering as she gazed deep into those blue orbs.
Drake, feeling her warm breath on his face, and inhaling her relaxing aroma, was too drunk in this situation to answer.
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