After Sam had taken his sweet time exacting his revenge, he simply headed back home without sparing a glance at the burning house behind him.
As soon as people noticed the fire at that house, they dialed 911, summoning the police and the fire department. They arrived promptly and managed to put out the flames.
Inside the charred remains of the house, a gruesome scene awaited them – four decapitated heads and three headless bodies, brutally mutilated. It was clear to the authorities that this was no accident; it was a cold-blooded murder. But despite their best efforts, they couldn't uncover any leads or evidence.
Everything that might have been a clue had gone up in smoke along with the house.
Once the police had completed their investigation and left the scene, a mysterious figure emerged. It was none other than Dorian Sterling, the father of Julian Sterling.
Dorian was the same person who had been relentlessly pursuing the codex that Sam now possessed.
As Dorian looked around the ruined house, he could sense the lingering traces of spiritual energy, or what was left of it after the fire had consumed the place.
Standing beside Dorian was a man named Jereth, who, interestingly, hailed from a realm different from Earth. You could say he was a bit like a paleontologist, but not exactly.
Jereth was, in fact, a cultivator, a mysterious figure from the Demon realm. Surprisingly, no one, not even Dorian Sterling himself, knew about Jereth's true origins.
Jereth wore a fake-sad expression as he spoke to Dorian, "I'm truly sorry, Dorian."
Dorian's response was anything but emotional. He gazed at Jereth with indifference, showing no signs of sadness or anger. "It's not a big deal. Once I discover the one responsible for my trash son's demise, I'll handle the matter personally."
Jereth cracked an evil smile, resembling a cunning merchant. "All you need to do is get your hands on the codex. With that, you'll hold the power to reshape everything. Revenge will become a mere side quest compared to the world-shifting possibilities at your fingertips."
Dorian nodded, a newfound determination burning in his eyes. He now had an additional reason to find the codex: revenge.
...
Sam was leisurely gliding through the sky near his house when he suddenly spotted a figure approaching him. His eyes narrowed, and a surprised expression crossed his face as he hurried toward the approaching figure.
"What are you doing here?" Sam inquired as he came to a halt mid-air in front of the figure, a young redhead girl with striking green eyes.
"I came looking for you," Amelia replied, avoiding direct eye contact with Sam.
Sam was totally caught off guard, so he instinctively examined her more closely. He couldn't help but notice that something wasn't quite right. Her face had a touch of redness, and his heightened senses picked up on the fact that she was hot.
And no, not the "hot" in the attractive sense (though she certainly was that too), but in a literal way – her body temperature was a bit on the high side.
"What's wrong?" he asked with concern.
"I...I'm hungry...I want to drink your blood, if that's okay," Amelia confessed.
It all started after she had her first taste of Sam's blood. Once she returned home, thoughts of him consumed her every waking moment, making it impossible to focus on anything else, including her cultivation or even getting a decent night's sleep.
She couldn't deny that she felt a strong attraction to Sam. At first, it seemed like a typical crush, but it quickly morphed into something more akin to a relentless hunger that she couldn't control. She had initially hoped that, being the noble dragon he was, he would keep her satisfied for at least a week, but that hope proved futile.
Her cravings returned in less than a day, and to make matters worse, no other source of blood could satiate her. It was as if she were hardwired to only crave Sam's blood.
When she finally confided in Sam about her predicament, he felt a pang of guilt, as if somehow this situation was his fault.
"Come with me," Sam said, taking her hand and guiding her to his house. He led her to his room, where an open window offered a discreet entrance.
"Reel in your presence," Sam instructed, not wanting to risk his sister discovering him sneaking a girl into his bedroom, especially one who seemed to be getting a little too fixated on him.
"What are you up to, my dear brother?" Sam was caught red-handed, sneaking a beautiful girl into his room.
Sophia had a smile on her face, but her eyes told a different story. They held a menacing edge, and even Sam felt a shiver of fear at the sight.
"S-Sister, it's not what it looks like," Sam stammered nervously.
'Sister?... Isn't she the young miss of the Hailstorm clan?' That thought crossed Amelia's mind as she observed Sam's older sister.
"Ara~ Then what exactly does this look like?" Sophia's gaze turned to the girl in question, her eyes narrowing with surprise. "Aren't you the princess of the Scarlett clan?"
Amelia felt a wave of fear wash over her as she met Sophia's piercing green eyes. For some reason, she sensed the need to tread carefully, as if any wrong move could lead to dire consequences.
"Y-Yes, I'm Amelia Scarlett... I will be in your care," Amelia stammered, executing a graceful bow in an attempt to convey her utmost respect to Sophia.
"In my care, or my brother's care?" Sophia's gaze bore into Sam as if she were trying to see into the depths of his soul.
Sam let out a sigh, attempting to clarify the situation. "Sister, it's not what you think... She needed help, that's why she came to me."
"What kind of help?" Sophia inquired, her curiosity piqued.
"She needed blood to drink, but it seems she can only drink from me," Sam explained.
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"You want to drink his blood?" Sophia locked eyes with Amelia, her gaze unwavering.
Amelia, feeling embarrassed, nodded and replied, "Yes..."
Sophia continued to scrutinize her with that peculiar expression. "You only want my brother's blood, not the other stuff?"
Amelia was a bit puzzled by Sophia's remark. She didn't quite understand what 'the other stuff' meant. "...only blood"
Meanwhile, Sam, who had been eavesdropping on their conversation, couldn't help but think, 'What the hell is she talking about? 'The other stuff'? I didn't know my sister was such a big pervert.'
"Go ahead and drink, have your fill. Don't let me stop you," Sophia nonchalantly took a seat on what she considered Sam and her shared bed. Her expression clearly plea conveyed a message: "I won't let you guys fuck, not now, not ever."
Amelia found herself in a rather peculiar predicament. She cast a sidelong glance at Sam, unsure of how to proceed. 'Should I just pounce on him?' she wondered.
Her gaze instinctively wandered to Sam's impeccably chiseled neck, then back up to his incredibly handsome face. A nervous gulp followed by a subtle lip-licking betrayed her growing hunger. "Why does he look even more handsome than the last time I saw him?" she mused to herself.
To Amelia, at that very moment, Sam resembled the most delectable treat she'd ever laid eyes on, and she was practically salivating at the thought of sinking her teeth into him. But there was one nagging obstacle: Sophia's unwelcome presence.
'Why won't she just leave us alone? I want some alone time with him,' Amelia thought, her frustration steadily mounting as her patience wore thin.
Only Amelia truly understood the immense effort it took for her to resist the urge to pounce on Sam and sink her teeth into his neck.
Sam, well aware of Amelia's internal struggle, decided to break the awkward silence. "Dear sister Sophia, she can't exactly enjoy her drink if you keep watching like that."
Sophia, puzzled, asked, "Why not?"
"Because she's...shy," Sam replied, trying to keep a straight face.
Sophia shifted her gaze to Amelia, who, at that moment, seemed more like a poised predator than a shy girl. She couldn't help but think, 'Shy? Her? Seriously?'
Recognizing that his sister would not vacate the room, Sam took action and called for his mother, "Mom, could you come here, please? I could really use some help."
"Sure, I'm on my way," his mother replied.
When Sam's mom entered his room, she was initially taken aback. 'Why is there a girl in my son's room?' she wondered her expression a mix of surprise and concern.
Then, an unwelcome thought crossed her mind, and her face darkened. "Who is she, my son?" she inquired, her tone tinged with suspicion.
Seeing his mother's reaction, Sam began to second-guess his decision to call her for help. 'Maybe I shouldn't have brought her here,' he thought.
Sam pointed towards Amelia and introduced her, "Mom, this is Amelia, the princess of the Scarlett vampire clan and the daughter of Count Nicholas. Long story short, she ran away from home because her father wanted her to marry some jerk. She's also my classmate, and that's how I found out she's actually a cultivator. She was hungry, and I let her drink my blood. Now she's suffering from hunger, and it seems she can only be satisfied by drinking my blood. So, she came looking for me. But the problem is, Amelia can't drink if someone is watching, and your daughter won't leave the room."
Helena's reaction was a bit matter-of-fact. She simply stared at Sam and said, "...Okay, I think I understand."
And she did, at least to some extent. She decisively grabbed her daughter's hand and hauled her out of Sam's room.
"Mom, what the fuck are you doing? Let me go!" Sophia protested, though her struggles were futile against her mother's superior strength.
"Come on, sweetie. Let Amelia have her drink in peace," Helena insisted, pulling Sophia out of the room and closing the door.
From behind the closed door, they could still hear Sophia's muffled complaints. "Come on, Mom, she's trying to fuck my brother!"
Sam gazed at Amelia with a sincere apology in his eyes. "I'm really sorry about my sister," he whispered.
Amelia remained silent, her thoughts consumed by a potent desire. In an instant, she vanished from her spot, reappearing right in front of Sam. With a determined push, she gently eased him onto the bed and straddled him.
Unlike their previous encounter, Sam could clearly follow her every move. His cultivation had reached a level where he could match her. As she drew near, he saw her eyes had taken on a red hue, and her breath came in erratic gasps.
Their faces were inches apart, and her gaze bore into his deep blue eyes. "I can't resist any longer," she confessed, her voice trembling with longing.
Sam slowly raised his upper body, and Amelia settled herself comfortably on his midsection. With a tender gesture, he guided her head toward his pristine neck. "Go Ahead," he whispered
Amelia held Sam with an almost possessive intensity, her legs entwined around his waist, and her hands clutching his back as though he were the most treasured prize in the world. With her vampire instincts in full bloom, she sank her teeth into Sam's neck.
'His blood has become even more exquisite,' Amelia thought as she savored the taste. 'It's nothing short of heavenly.'
While Amelia experienced an overwhelming sense of pleasure as she drank his blood, Sam's sensations were entirely different.
As she rested her face on his shoulder, Sam felt the soft, warm skin of her cheek against his own. He couldn't help but gently caress her head, running his fingers through her fiery red hair with a tenderness reserved for lovers.
Sam's gaze became fixated on her neck, and he found himself unable to comprehend the emotions swirling within him. His instincts were urging him to taste her neck, an impulse he couldn't quite decipher but one that felt undeniably powerful.
He became horny right away. His tiny dragon, which was hidden beneath his pants, sprung awake when it sensed the blood streaming toward it.
Amelia, who had been sipping his blood while keeping her eyes closed, opened them in shock as soon as he felt Sam's dick hit her sweet spot. "Is that?..."
Amelia's face flushed a deep crimson, but she didn't cease savoring his blood. She refrained from mentioning the intense desire enveloping them, focusing solely on drinking his essence with an unquenchable thirst.
In the midst of this intimate exchange, Sam found himself increasingly consumed by desire.
His gaze remained locked on her neck, and an overpowering urge to taste her overwhelmed him. He couldn't help but wonder, 'What's happening to me? Why do I feel this intense need to conquer her? It's almost too overpowering.'
He had no idea that every time Amelia drank his blood, his primordial chaos dragon bloodline was being assimilated faster and faster.
His Primordial Chaos Dragon bloodline was acting up, progressively affecting his psychological state.
That was why Sam immediately experienced an incredible rush to subjugate her out of nowhere.
Sam swallowed hard, his own face now aflame with a passionate hue. His breaths grew uneven, and the thundering rhythm of his heart seemed to echo like the roar of a mighty dragon.
unable to restrain himself any longer, Sam's eyes gleamed with a fiery crimson as he ardently kissed her neck and began sucking her neck like a beast.
Amelia experienced a momentary mix of surprise and confusion, but the overwhelming allure of his blood was impossible to resist. Her desire to drink from him had become an irresistible addiction.
As Sam's lips met her neck, a gentle wetness enveloped her skin, a testament to the intensity of Sam's desire.
Amelia could feel Sam's hardness on her sweet region while also feeling him licking her neck as his dick hardened with need. Amelia was becoming increasingly frustrated.
She grew pretty horny herself. Sam's pants were wet by her sweet nectar.
In the midst of their passionate exchange, Sam momentarily paused and withdrew from Amelia's neck, his crimson eyes revealing no discernible emotion. His gaze turned stoic, an enigmatic intensity emanating from his eyes.
Amelia, still caught in the throes of their shared connection, sensed a peculiar shift in her body as she ceased drinking his blood. She looked into Sam's emotionless eyes, her own red gaze locked onto his.
Then, without warning, Sam closed the distance between their lips. The suddenness of his action left Amelia in a state of surprise, momentarily unable to comprehend the reality of the moment. However, she offered no resistance.
Their mouths met in a fervent kiss, and Amelia's initial astonishment gradually gave way to an intoxicating surrender. She reciprocated Sam's kisses with a passion all her own, their lips melding together in a tantalizing dance.
As their mouths interlocked, Sam could taste the unmistakable essence of his own blood on Amelia's lips. Their breaths mingled, their lips molded together, and in that moment, Amelia felt herself consumed by the captivating scene unfolding before her.|
Desire surged between them, the passionate symphony of their kisses echoing throughout the room. Amelia's fervor intensified as she tightly cradled Sam's face, deepening their connection with every ardent kiss.
Sam's hands moved with a graceful, enticing rhythm, their touch igniting a fire within Amelia.
His caresses were tender and tantalizing, gradually tracing their way to her bosom, where they lingered with a loving, reverent touch.
Finally, his hand settled on her waist, embracing her with a passionate fervor that sent shivers of delight coursing through her being.
Fifteen minutes later.
As their passionate encounter reached its climax, Sam finally regained his composure. Their parted lips left a glistening thread of mixed saliva, a testament to the intensity of their connection.
Both of their faces blazed with embarrassment. Amelia remained seated on his lap, her ample bosom pressed firmly against his chest.
She could still feel the unmistakable evidence of Sam's 'mini dragon' in her lower regions, a sensation that left her feeling even more flustered.
Her own desire had left her feeling incredibly aroused and ready.
Sam, seemingly on the edge of losing control, appeared as though he might pounce on Amelia at any moment. The overwhelming desire to conquer her surged within him, growing stronger by the second.
"I..." Amelia attempted to speak, but the words seemed to elude her.
However, before she could find her voice, Sam surprised her with a question that hung in the air, laden with unexpected vulnerability. "Will you become my woman?"
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