207. Perfect Plan
The iron grip on her wrists was so strong that Chloe almost panicked. Then she saw the young, handsome face, with white mists clouding his dark blue eyes, and desire practically dripping from his expression.
As a seasoned harmonizing Vampire Hunter, even with her hands clamped, she packed great power inside her that, when unleashed, could literally pulverize a small mountain. Yet, she hesitated, unsure if she wanted to struggle against her attractive attacker.
It had been centuries since she had felt the warmth of the opposite sex. Not for lack of beauty. She was quite pretty, as a fourteen-year-old.
Trapped in the body of a young girl, most men she knew were not so depraved as to be physically attracted to her. Those who were didn't dare to even get close to her.
She was the Head Vampire Hunter of Cascadia, the symbol of swift justice against evil.
But now, this perfectly built young man, whom she had been delighted with at first sight and had coyly called "big brother," was clearly trying to claim her. She could feel her pulse quickening between her legs.
After all, this was the man who had filled her thoughts when she had brought herself to orgasms, trembling naked and whimpering in the shower.
Things moved quickly. In a flash, she felt her back against the damp wall of the cave. Both her arms were raised above her head, while his other hand tore open her tactical bodysuit.
She yelped as the cold air hit her skin. Her nipples hardened atop her perky breasts which had yet to fully develop.
With a swift tug, he pulled her pants and underwear off her ass. She stood exposed in the darkness, vulnerable to his smoldering gaze.
Chloe bit her lip, begging herself to have a moment of clarity. But what should she do? She was supposed to protect John, the future of Cascadia and perhaps even New Terra. She had neither the desire to kill him nor the strength to restrain him.
Events escalated rapidly. In the next instant, Chloe felt her wrists freed, only for his hand to clamp firmly around her neck. She had missed her final chance to fight back—now he could snuff out her life with a single squeeze.
Suddenly, her left leg was raised up, all the way over her head. I am still so flexible! Chloe was surprised that, amidst everything happening, this particular thought had surfaced in her mind.
Without warning, a chilling cold filled the cave. Water vapor rose from Chloe's hot body, and the dripping water from the roof of the cave instantly transformed into icicles.
Then searing pain emerged from below. The penetration was sudden and violent. She let out a loud cry, and reflexively looked down.
The girth was so thick, it looked like, like... she fumbled for words to describe it. Reaching down to grip it with both hands, she found that her fingers couldn't even close around his veined rod.
"Slower!" she groaned, almost pleading. This only excited him more. His captivating face now twisted with savage desire.
The thrust was relentless. And he seemed thoroughly enjoyed the pained look on Chloe's face.
Yet, despite being stretched beyond measure, a harmonizing warrior's skin was so tough and elastic that her tight entrance was bruised but not torn. The bones surrounding the birth canal were pushed out of the way, but not fractured. And the painful groan quickly turned into ecstatic moaning.
"You are enjoying this!" The vampiric voice roared with rage. Then his hand pulled one of Chloe's nipples, stretching it almost a foot high, then released it as it bounced back into the small and soft breast.
Then he somehow managed to quicken the pace and intensify his thrusts even more. With each plunge, he drove fully into her, his pelvic bone slamming against her clit.
Even without support, Chloe's left leg remained raised high, while her right leg quivered.
Her first climax began building as she whimpered, her eyes growing misty with tears, wet sounds echoing off the cave walls. All she could do was whimper and take it like a good girl.
Somehow she enjoyed it. For too long she had been revered, feared, treated with distant politeness. Yet inside, she longed to be known, to be intimate, to be dominated, even to be violated.
As the first wave hit her, she arched against his hot flesh. Her left leg now came down, both thighs tightly gripping him. She pushed and ground against him, fucking back with her body in the limited space she had.
"Yes, bitch, work for it." She could hear his grin in his voice as she moaned loudly. She wanted to tell him how hot she felt, how her legs were nearly giving out, how perfectly he was igniting every sensitive spot inside her. But she was out of breath from the intense friction and sensation and sheer ecstasy and her brain couldn't form any words and she shook and shook through her apex.
A large quantity of fluid gushed out of her. With her canal completely filled, the liquid had nowhere to go. Intense pressure built up inside, pushing against her walls from all directions as she continued to spasm.
She thought she was going to burst when he suddenly pulled away. A powerful spray of liquid splashed against her legs and feet. She leaned into his shoulder, preparing herself for another round of assault. Yet, the young man stood motionless, seemingly frozen.
She yanked her head back and looked straight into his eyes. The white mist had vanished, and he now looked completely dumbfounded, embarrassed and shy.
"Don't just stand there," she shouted at him in frustration. Fuck me, fuck me again, give me what I deserve again. She screamed internally.
"Yes." Chloe's words seemed to have jolted him awake. "Aisha is in danger!" He pulled up his trousers and rushed out of the cave like a rabbit escaping a hunter's trap.
… …
Never in my life had I encountered a situation so uncomfortable and embarrassing. Yet I had only myself to blame.
I thought I had the perfect plan to eliminate the consciousness of the embryo.
First, I used the power of faith from Vancouver and cultivated a fully grown Infant. I coerced its consciousness into submission because I could afford to kill its physical body using Melting Sun Furnace. It wouldn't be a major setback for my Realm progression.
Then, before launching a two-on-one attack, I used Moonfeather's blood gift to render the embryo's soul vulnerable.
The rest was straightforward, and I emerged victorious. The consciousness of the embryo was completely obliterated.
However, I didn't expect the embryo's fantasy, was to sexually assault a thousand year old granny with a fourteen-year-old body.
… …
As I leaped out of the cave, the first thing I saw was the Ice Dragon, majestic and imposing, dancing among the thickets. The surrounding maple and pine trees glistened beneath a delicate layer of frost.
Despite such an appearance, Aisha didn't have the upper hand. Her shoulders and back were slashed with sword cuts, with blood flowing profusely.
The sword, on the other hand, lacked the imposing presence of the Ice Dragon, but it was nimble and swift. It didn't engage with the Ice Dragon, instead dancing unpredictably through the air, seeking any opportunity to launch a sudden attack.
With the Golden Eagle's blood gift activated, I could see a phantom spirit bearing some resemblance to the Admiral wielding the sword. Once I spotted this spirit, the sword's movements became less elusive, as a fighter's actions are ultimately constrained by their physical stance and position.
When the spirit found an opening in the Ice Dragon's path, I disappeared like a breeze. In the next instant, I emerged at that same opening and struck the flat side of the sword.
The spirit stumbled backward, surprised by my strength. Aisha stepped forward and stood next to me, the Ice Dragon coiling protectively around us both.
No words were exchanged between us. She simply looked at me expectantly, and I responded with a decisive nod. She understood immediately—nothing more needed to be said.
Theodore Montgomery hesitated. He looked at the young man, who appeared sharp and confident, clearly not under the influence of any vampiric force.
Tension hung in the air!
This was my first confrontation with a Fourth Realm Breaker. I had forced him to stumble backward, but only because I had the element of surprise. Assuming he had used his full strength, I estimated our powers were roughly equal. With Aisha's Ice Dragon and my ability to track his movements, we could potentially gain the upper hand if the fight continued.
Yet, the Admiral maintained an undefeatable position, as his spirit could move at a speed far greater than even the WhisperingGale. The situation eerily resembled my earlier face-off with the Moonfeather, only the roles were now reversed.
As the standoff continued, Chloe's voice broke the silence. Now dressed in a green dress similar to the one she wore when we first met, she stepped gingerly from the cave.
"Put down your sword, you idiot." Only she could address the Admiral in this way. "John Kane is not a vampire, and never will be one." For some reason, when she said the last sentence, her voice wasn't reassuring, but instead tinged with regret.