The dragon's harem - Chapter 1795: Blood Will

Chapter 1795: Blood Will

Ceil looked at Camilla with a smug face, “This is the test of obedience, and Isdis had given me full rein.” She approached. “How should I test you? Humiliation, pain, fear, disgust, or pure will… No, how about I throw you right into it?”

The scenery around them changed as Merlin adjusted her labyrinth based on what Ceil wanted. Camilla didn’t like what she was seeing, but Ceil couldn’t help but smile as Merlin had given her exactly what she wanted.

Crumbling walls and buildings, raging firestorms, a cacophony of screams, and rivers of blood flowing across the streets, dragging endless corpses. Under the eclipsed red sun, the old castle was painted with blood, decorated with guts, and Camilla was there, in the middle of it all.

She held her head, feeling her heart racing, sweat rushing down her back, and her stomach twisting as if she had been punched in the guts.

“Obedience alone is meaningless with people like you. I need you to experience it, what that night really was.” Ceil was right behind her, sitting on a destroyed building with a grin on her face. “I was going to make you kneel down, kiss my feet, strip, and let me slowly suck your blood. But I changed my mind, I like you a bit more than I expected, so I’ll put you through this show.”

Ceil jumped down, landing just a few meters than Camilla. “Show me that beautiful neck of yours. It is time to have some fun.”

Camilla hesitated, fearful for her humanity in the face of such a fiend, but in the end, she decided to trust Isdis. Slowly, Camilla opened her collar, pulled her maid dress slightly down, exposing her neck and upper shoulders.

“Make it quick.” Giving her neck to a vampire was the last thing she’ll do in her life, but now, she had to follow orders. She was certain nothing bad would happen. Vampire spawns shouldn’t be able to turn humans into vampires, and all vampires are known to dry bite sometimes when they hate the taste.

Even though she knew all of that, she wasn’t willing to just stand still. All of her muscles tensed, and they screamed for her to draw her sword and cut this fiend before she could touch her.

Ceil finally touched her, running her cold fingers down her neck, scratching her skin with her sharp claws. “What a beautiful neck you have. I’m sure Her Lordship Eris and his Lordship Arad would enjoy it well.”

“What, are you talking for?” Camilla growled, “Get your games done with!”

Ceil giggled and reached forward, licking Camilla’s neck. “Why are you shivering? Are you scared? Worried? Aroused? None of them, it seems, from the sweat, you’re angry, furious, and ready to blow up.”

“If you want my blood, then drink it and leave me be.” Each time Camilla felt Ceil’s tongue on her neck, her arms twitched, and her eyes jolted as if she was about to strike, and indeed, it was taking all of her willpower to resist the urge to kill this insolent fiend.

“Listen, girl. The angrier you look, the more excited I’ll get. Seeing you this mad, I’m getting an urge to push you even further.” She reached up, licked Camilla’s jaw, cheeks, nose, and even lips. Ceil’s tongue was long, almost a whole foot, and it ended in a thin tip akin to that of an anteater.

“I’ll kill you one day!” As Camilla growled, Ceil giggled, then went back to her neck.

“Fine, I won’t tease you anymore. Let’s leave the fun to the day we get invited to the emperor’s bed. I hope it’s soon.” She opened her mouth wide, so wide that when Camilla saw it, she peed herself a bit. It was wide enough to fit a human’s head in, and had four massive fangs, each almost three inches long and as thick as fingers.

When the fangs sank into her neck, Camilla felt a sharp sting for a brief moment, but it then all faded away. Vampire’s saliva had an anesthetic effect, and thanks to that, they could even bite and suck the blood out of a light sleeper without waking them up.

On top of that, since the bite is on the neck, the blood flow is redirected back to the vampire’s stomach instead of the victim’s brain, causing even those who woke up to pass out in less than two seconds.

But Camilla was no normal human; she was a trained fighter, a B-ranker, and thanks to her endurance, she managed to stay conscious for a whole ten seconds.

When she was about to pass out, Ceil finally let go of her and stood there with a smile, watching the bleeding wound stain her maid’s outfit red. Camilla gasped for air for a few seconds and then started writhing in pain as her eyes flashed red, her veins bulged, and her bones twisted. A ghastly scream escaped her lips as Ceil giggled.

After several minutes, Camilla finally stood back up, staring at her own hands in disbelief. “What, did you do to me?”

Ceil giggled, “What? Turned you into my spawn. Come, don’t you want to kiss your lord’s foot?”

Camilla was furious, enraged, but at the same time, thrilled, happy, and unable to wait to taste her lord’s toes. This woman, this hateful fiend, Ceil, she was her master, her all, her lord, and her only and last important person in this world; she was servant, her lover, her pet, her happy slave.

Camilla knew it was wrong, she hated doing it, she knew it and felt the humuilation of getting on her knees and gleefully sucking on Ceil’s toes as if they were the most delicious food she ever tasted in her life, but she still wanted to do it, and enjoyed doing it, a bit too much that she felt sad and devastated when Ceil asked her to stop.

“Now, sweet baby. Look, listen, all of the people in this city are scared, in pain, and afraid. The ones you wanted to save but couldn’t, so how about this? If you kill them all, I’ll let you drink my piss, and if you make them suffer on top of that, I’ll let you drink a bit of my blood.”

Camilla was disgusted, enraged, and yet, this looked like a really good deal to her. Drinking the fiend’s piss, the thought made her gag and want to puke, but she still wanted to do it, because Ceil asked her, her lord had asked her to do it.

“Of course, my lord, my master!” As Camilla replied with a smile, Ceil pulled her closer and looked at her eyes. “See, isn’t it nice? Now go, do you my bidding and earn your reward.” As she pushed her away, Camilla jumped several meters into the air and then landed on several of the wounded civilians.

Ceil listened to the screams, watched the bloody massacre, and hummed along with each death. Several hours later, Camilla returned, naked, covered with blood and guts, and looking happier than she ever was before. In her right hand, she held her father’s head, and in her left was her mother’s.

“You should’ve seen their faces. They were surprised, terrified, and appalled.” Camilla laughed, crying with one eye, and looking smug with the other.

Ceil looked at her with a smile. “I hope this was a good lesson for you.” She flicked her fingers, and all of the scenery disappeared, the blood evaporated, and Camilla’s vampire eyes regained their human glimmer.

In that moment, Camilla fell to her knees and puked, screamed, and gasped for air as her mind was flooded with what she just did, what she just saw, and the horror of her will being crushed and masked by the blood.

“While some of the vampires are indeed crazy and blood thirsty fiends, not all of them are the same. Most are poor victims controlled by the blood. A girl just like you getting turned, a poor guard, a mother, a child, and even the sick. You can’t grab a random person, pump them full of drugs, then act surprised and blame them when they cause a massacre.” Ceil approached Camilla and looked at her with a smile.

“Blame Vlad, not the poor people he turned into blood slaves and mind-controlled through his blood magic. Vampire spawns are naturally compelled to obey and love their lord; none is spared. Except Lord Alcott and Lord Arad.”

When Scarlett, now known as Ginger, turned Alcott into a vampire the first time to control him, he had managed to resist and proved that his will was stronger than her blood. She had commanded him, “Kill them!” Pointing at Violet, Merlin, and Nina, he simply replied, “Suck my d…” Which suddenly, she found herself actually doing it in the middle of the fight.

Arad had also proved his ability to resist the blood when Akasha tried to turn him into her vampire slave, but he ended up sucking her blood back and took all of her power.

Camilla needed almost an hour to calm down and relax, and it was only then that Ceil told her that she passed the test the moment she allowed her to bite her neck without actively resisting. That second part, which put her through that hell, was an extra that she added just to allow her understand, feel, and live the vampires’ side of the event.

“Some of the capital’s innocent people have turned into vampires in that accident, and they are now living happily thanks to Lord Arad and Lady Eris; if not for those two taking control, many more lives would’ve been lost.” She helped her stand. “Vlad is dead, so why not try to understand? Would you kill your parents if they turned into vampires? If they were the same as before, just instead of food, now they need to drink blood?”

Camilla was shaking, but then she slowly stood. “So what you are saying is that vampire spawns retain their personalities and sense of self, and it is the will of their lord that corrupts and controls their actions, not their own?”

“Indeed.” She patted her on the back. “Go, the others should be done by now.”