Chapter 3

Your Highness, let me kill her! - Amintha cried out, rushing towards the prince. The other vampires, his entourage, the chief assistant Calistrat, and the butler, one by one, slowly got up from the floor. The marquise understood that those present were not afraid of anything, as they were not the ones who brought the strange girl, tossing lightning left and right, to the Empire. It was fortunate that all this only affected them, his entourage, and practically did not touch the Lord himself. It was understandable; Kir, since some time ago, had become the most powerful vampire in Wurd, as indicated by the emblem on his chest. If the guest had managed to defeat him as well, it would have been a reason for true panic. A human surpassing the supreme vampire in strength!

"Calm down, Amintha, daughter of Kyriakos. As you can see, there is no reason to worry – she is unconscious," the prince said, approaching the girl lying on the floor and thoughtfully observing her.

"But she... We should call the high mage; you drank her blood... What if she's dangerous to vampires?!" Amintha insisted.

"She's not dangerous," Kir replied impassively. "However, we should indeed call the mage. Send Aron to fetch him. And now, tell me how she appeared in Wurd."

"I warned you," another young woman approached them. She was of short stature, like Amintha, with white, snow-like hair, but hers was very long. Her colorless eyes never expressed anything, which probably caused many to dislike Rheya. Her overall appearance was emphasized by white clothes that flowed down to the floor, closely resembling monastic attire.

"I warned you, Your Highness," she repeated in her lifeless voice. "You know my visions never deceive. Drinking her was not wise. We don't know what consequences it may lead to. Unfortunately, my powers are not sufficient to see where she came from."

"Amintha," ignoring the seer's advice, the prince addressed the warrior. "I'm listening."

"Yes, Your Highness," Lady Amintha bowed politely. "On the day we were supposed to leave for New Wurd, when we had already loaded everyone onto the train, Yust was sent for me. He was screaming like a slaughtered rat! The person arrived in our world right in Azariah's office. Of course, it's unheard of, as magic clearly designates the places where new people arrive. This girl, as you can see, is entirely different..." the marquise swallowed, "and she smells different too. Azariah was afraid to be alone with her to avoid drinking, your gift, Your Highness. So, he urgently sent for me. However, when I reached them, I found out something else. This person can talk! She retained her sanity after crossing into our world! Of course, I immediately decided to bring her to you. But she put on quite a show, with a burst of magical energy, similar to what we witnessed here just a minute ago. That was her first wave; she pinned all three of us, me, Yust, and Azariah, to the wall. Now there's a new window in his office," Amintha attempted to joke, perhaps hoping they would forgive her for the oversight. But the prince did not react. He continued to thoughtfully examine the slender body of the young girl lying at his feet. The marquise cleared her throat, trying to draw the ruler's attention. "I thought it might have been a side effect after the transition..."

"Has such a thing ever happened before?" Kir asked calmly.

"No, I'm sorry, Your Highness," Amintha hurried to apologize, well aware of how composed the prince could be one moment and then become someone entirely different in the next. "But I... I've never encountered anything like this before."

"Anything else?" he asked sternly, gazing at Amintha with his haunting black eyes.

"Yes, in the train, she started talking about her world. Deciding not to take any more risks, I put her to sleep until we arrived here. And... my Lord, she has a strange mark on her back... "

"Show me," came the only response.

Amintha leaned over the girl and tore off the already tattered shirt given by the lord. There was a mark on the pale skin of the mysterious guest, a burning trace as if from a recent injury that had not yet turned into a scar. Just a few minutes ago, the same flame was burning on the prince's chest in the form of the monogram.

It was the mark of a hand. Long fingers, an extended palm – it could only belong to a vampire! One didn't need to be Serapion to understand that.

"That's precisely why I'm sure this person is a messenger from Ivrop! Allow me, my prince, to kill her?!" The marquise impulsively unsheathed her sword, conveniently located at her back.

"No," Kir said calmly, "place her under guard until Serapion returns."

"But, Your Royal Highness," Amintha tried to dissuade the ruler from what she deemed an unreasonable decision.

Nevertheless, a single glance from the Lord was enough for her to understand that it was pointless to argue further. Gesturing for the guards stationed at the doors, the marquise gave them the necessary orders. The dangerous individual was taken away under the supervision of the experienced Aaron.

"My Lord," as soon as the unwanted people left the hall, a beautiful, almost half-naked human girl rushed to the prince. At the sight of her seductive figure, Amintha mentally licked her lips. The human favorite of the prince had long attracted the lady from both a gastronomic and sexual standpoint. Of course, in essence, the prince had no real favorites; he used both humans and vampires at his discretion, and he never faced refusal anywhere, anytime. Nonetheless, some managed to get under his fangs and into his bed several times, like this mortal. No one knew her name; the same went for the other humans. They were just mortals – what could be expected of them? Nevertheless, their status in Wurd did not prevent these beings from having success and popularity among others.

"My Lord," the enchantress addressed Kir, her naked body barely covered. The once red dress now hung in shapeless tatters on her. No, people in Wurd were treated with caution. They were already scarce, so they lacked nothing. The best food, clothes to suit any taste—they were like small and very rare domestic animals, living in ideal conditions. However, sometimes, especially the weak-willed ones, became so infatuated and dependent on the vampire who used them that they lost interest in anything else except the desired intimacy with that particular vampire. And the stronger the vampire, the more terrifying the torment for such individuals. And Kir, the ruler of New Wurd, had defeated even Antigon himself! So, one could only sympathize with this alluring girl.

"My Lord," the girl, enchanted for the third time, turned to the prince, "allow me... allow me..." She pressed her body against Kir, "to bring you pleasure?"

The girl looked at the Lord with hope and adoration, but she found no reciprocity in his gaze.

Bring pleasure to the lady, she deserves it," he turned and headed towards the exit of the throne room, only adding over his shoulder: "I am sated."

Amintha looked after her ruler in astonishment. Sated?! Kir, the prince of New Wurd, sated?! He had never before refused from lavish orgies, taking anything he desired mercilessly. Everyone in the Empire dreamed of being under his control, including the marquise herself. Oh, how wonderful it would be if he wanted to take her here, on the floor of the throne room, or on the table... It would be particularly delightful if milady could simultaneously enjoy his girl, who would be pleasuring the marquise herself—Amintha, the daughter of the worthy Kiryak. The most powerful vampire of Wurd! Mmm, to experience such power within oneself—isn't that the dream of every worthy vampire in this world?!

"Amintha, what surprise did you bring to Kir?" After the prince left, the rest of the entourage, three vampires in total, finally approached the marquise with questions. Two of them were men, and the clairvoyant Rhea was among them. "What was that? A human and magic?" asked Alexander, the elder one. For an average Wurd vampire, he was already old - four hundred and fifty years is a lot. Only if you drink human blood can you live longer than four hundred. However, Alexander spent most of his existence in the Great War, on the Nameless Territory, where humans were regularly provided to the distinguished and strong for their bravery. Thanks to his courage and perpetually stern gaze, this vampire was particularly attractive to the warrior Amintha. He was huge (only the Empire with its high ceilings suited him for a normal life), with an excellent physique and posture - he always attracted the ladies. His long white hair, reaching his shoulders, was tied in a ponytail at the nape of his neck (a habit from the war). These hairs accentuated the heavenly blue of his eyes. The marquise once again enjoyed gazing at his figure. It seems she knows who she will pair with the prince's favorite today.

"You heard it all yourself, no one knows what kind of creature it is," excited Amintha snorted. She had already grabbed the prince's favorite with her vampire hands and was fondly caressing the girl's exposed chest. There, somewhere under her armpit, was an especially alluring mark that she would soon explore...

"I s-suspect," said the second vampire, adjusting his velvet jacket the color of ripe cherries, "that she is something special. When Kir tasted her, I almost broke all prohibitions—this scent of blood... unforgettable," the vampire snarled. The room was clearly overwhelmed with sexual excitement after everything that had happened.

"One-eyed, don't try to compete with the prince," growled Alexander, approaching the feverish marquise from behind. The vampire deftly removed her sheath and then the Chinese blouse, exposing her powerful female body.

"Y-y-you know," Mokiy showed his fangs, "f-for such a prize... I'm ready to challenge K-Kir," he stuttered, hissed. This vampire was considerably younger, the same age as the lord. Mokiy had already lost his left eye. Normally, even such injuries would heal, but not when an enchanted aspen stake enters your skull. In addition to that, Mokiy received a "gift" - a stutter and a limp. As the supreme mage later said, he was lucky to stay alive at all. A black silk bandage covered the repulsive hole in his skull. Despite the disfigurement, this man was quite attractive. His not-so-tall height, more characteristic of a girl, was compensated by a great physique. Broad shoulders, perfect posture, and those famous abs on his stomach that vampire ladies of all ages adored. His surviving bright-red eye could pierce through anyone he looked at. It acquired a unique honey hue after the fateful magical strike, as if it was a reward for losing the second eye.

"You're an idiot," Amintha blissfully grimaced, teasingly wiggling her appetizing rear, making it easier for Alexander to pull down her leather pants. Her body had reached the peak of arousal. The weariness from the journey took a back seat; right now, the marquise urgently needed to satisfy her hunger in every aspect. "Kir possesses the strength of an almost two-thousand-year-old vampire, and the monogram burns on his chest. You can only dream about it! Although..." the marquise hesitated for a moment, just as Alexander entered her, "he would kill you... even for... these... dreams... ah!" she gasped, closing her eyes in pleasure. Yes, she liked girls, but every time after being with Kir, an uncontrollable desire awoke in her for the male vampire to take her from behind. Powerfully... forcefully... just as Alexander had done moments ago. In the heat of passion, the marquise forcefully pulled the human favorite closer to her, made her raise her arm, and with a wild thirst for blood, sank her sharp fangs into the girl's yielding skin near her left breast. That spot, where a human's heart beats closely, is comparable to tasting fabulously expensive wine for a human!

Within moments, Mokiy joined the trio immersed in this bloody debauchery, catching and laying down the "modest" Rhea right there on the floor. Her delicate, white body merged in a fiery ecstasy with the male's, and soon they also blended in divine union with the others. In the center of the vampire orgy, very much like a serpent's wedding, was the prince's favorite - a special component, graced by his royal majesty.