Gods and mortals were never meant to fall in love. Now in a weakened state, there is nothing left to stand between the immortals and the vampires. Vows, however, cannot be broken no matter how great an evil has risen.
The vampires have lain dormant...
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Storm was already too late as he strode down the corridor to the Great Hall, his boots echoing along the endless walls.
"Daddy, you're here!" The girls squealed in delight as they raced down the curved staircase, lunging into their father's arms trusting he'd catch them in time.
Their trust wasn't misplaced.
"Go to your room, girls. You don't have to go to sleep right away, but tonight is not a night for little girls to be leaving their bedroom."
"Yes, Daddy," the girls chorused in unison, behaving more like triplets than half-siblings.
"Good Girls," Storm praised the three, watching as they ran back upstairs, the door closing down the hall before he continued to where he assumed the remainder of his family was waiting.
Storm wasn't mistaken, the cardinals already having sold their souls to the she-devil before the ink had a chance to dry.
"Mmm," his she-devil moaned, flushing as she looked up to see her king standing in the doorway, the cardinals, dressed in their signature red robes, already moaning as they writhed on the floor, the food laid out on the banqueting table, forgotten. "I've missed you."
"I see you've been keeping yourself...entertained," Storm searched for the right word, his own vocabulary going on strike at the sight of his queen sitting on a throne, her bodice unlaced and hanging from her hips as her younger sons, wearing only their signature gold chain knelt on either side of her, breastfeeding as they stroked their cocks slowly, much to the delight of the perverted cardinals who enjoyed tasty male morsels.
Thorson remained vigilant and protective of the queen, still dressed in blue, his cock jutting out as he watched the cardinals mount each other's asses.
"Excuse me, please, My King, I just need to take care of a little matter... Please, do not cum in each other's butts whatever you do. If you feel the need for release, you are to leave your offering - your cum," Lanecea clarified as Honos translated into Italian, "in the dishes at my ladies-in-waiting's feet. You will say, 'Thank you goddess' as you worship their foot while you relieve your cocks into the dishes provided. I am not sure if you can see clearly from where you are, but each dish has been labeled with your name. Please use the appropriate dish for your sperm. I will not be pleased if they are cross-contaminated."
