Blood Awakening: The Strongest Hybrid and His Vampire Bride

However, it became corrupted over the years and caused physical transformations, leading to early hair loss and facial morphing in replacement for their extremely high magic power and blood strength.

"Your Majesty, the Faust family is at your service."

A familiar face knelt in front of the figure shrouded in darkness. It was Alistair Faust, the man who would duel Nikolai in just over a week.

"Oh? The Faust family, were you not trying to butter up the Tepes clan's princess, but she chose a filthy dog for her mate? I am sure I saw them a moment ago... Hahaha!" A dark-haired male with an elegant ponytail muttered from beside the Nosferatu heir.

Alistair's face scrunched up as he looked at the face of the speaker, spitting his anger out like venom.

"Shut up, pathetic Panola family snake! Your family are worthless and barely classed as nobles!"

The hair closed his dark green eyes and lifted his lips to form a twisted smirk at the two arguing.

"I see we agree. The 'mutt' that was seen with Princess Selene deserves no place at our table." The young-looking male chuckled wickedly and placed his hand on a long cane beside his chair, the prince of Nosferatu brushing his fingers along the dull green gemstone at the top, which emitted a dark black aura.

"Your Majesty?!" Alistair Faust looked pleasantly surprised. The Nosferatu Clan normally didn't care about these kinds of issues, so he believed he could get support.

"We Panola's might be a low class in blood purity, but loyalty and alchemy are our speciality. Even the royals come to our family for their elixirs and blood wine!"

"Fredrick Panola... you speak wise and true words. This prince has enjoyed your support. Thanks to you, my lovely babies are much stronger."

The heir to Nosferatu, Orlok Von Nosferatu, smiled at the two nobles while many stood nervously bowing behind Alistair. They weren't as proud or confident to step forward and only waited for scraps from the royal families.

Orlok pointed to the two beautiful maids with pale skin and muddy yellow eyes. These were actually former members of another vampire family who crossed the Nosferatu, and thus, they were made into corpse dolls for the heir to play with. To make their necromancy stronger, they relied on empowering their undead thralls and toys like these.

The golems created by Alistair Faust were, in fact, the first non-Nosferatu-made corpse dolls in history, thus earning him a spot at this meeting because the prince saw Alistar as someone with a wonderful vision.

"..." Alistair felt nervous—he had just caused a fight with the second alchemy family of the Vampire nobility. The Fausts had a secret weapon from the girl they captured fifty years ago, but that meant their research and progress relied completely on her.

"Do not worry, Alistair. You wanted support to take over the seat of your family, and if your research continues, I will fully support you. However... stop causing issues with Fredrick. He is my dearest friend. Understood?"

Orlok was terrifying because, despite his ugly visage, his charm and ability to convince people with mere words surpassed most vampire lords and nobles skilled at deception and charm.

"Understood, Your Highness! Forgive me, Sir Panola, I was wrong."

"Yes... It was nothing," Fredrick muttered while smirking, waving his hand as though a servant begged him for food.

"I am happy that we are getting along. Now then... What can I do to assist you both in defeating Princess Selene and her filthy dog?" Orlok and the Nosferatu family despised the Tepes family because they stole the seat of kings over two thousand years ago and never returned it.

'Filthy upstarts...' Orlock thought to himself while enjoying the nobles bowing to him like dogs.

"Say, should I have some of my stronger toys challenge him one after the other the days before your duel? Haha! Panola, you do the same! I have some information regarding that slut which means she cannot reject them. Let's have fun and beat down her dog with a big stick."

"That would work to our advantage, Your Majesty. As the heir to the Nosferatu throne and future king of vampires, please allow us to present you with gifts!"

Alistair and Fredrick smiled brightly, finally making the situation seem more positive than it did before. This became the start of their celebration as the other nobles stepped forward, offering their stronger squires and offering to have their family members challenge with theirs as a sign of loyalty and peace.

It was only illegal to challenge someone when they were part of the same family constantly.

However, this rule only applies to the main family. A branch family could challenge someone several times as long as it was different people doing the challenging.

'With this, that arrogant little bastard will suffer...' Alistair thought to himself, wondering how he would use his body in the experiments in the future.

"Now then, the auction is about to resume. Shall we enjoy it together, my brethren?" Orlok asked with a charming tone.

His eyes then noticed the VIP room of the Tepes family used the blinders and black screen function, causing his lips to curl into a disgusting smirk.

'So the bitch and her dog are having some fun together... who should I send? Which of my little toys was obsessed with that dirty woman?' he pondered curiously while watching the beginning of the third phase.

Meanwhile, Fredrick sat silently observing the situation, wondering why the prince had summoned him here, as they had only met recently because of Fredricks being invited by another member of the clan and catching the prince's eyes.

'I just hope that the prince doesn't get interested in my sister... He seems to only like dead women...'

***

As the auction entered an intermission, there were several vampires gathered around the Tepes VIP box.

The king was absent, so the only visitor was likely to be the princess. Thanks to the heir to Nosferatu, many of them learned of her attendance and were planning to confess or ask for marriage outside the door.

"Hey, are you sure she's in there? Wouldn't they normally leave to greet the head of the Dravyn family?"

"I dunno..." A male carrying flowers muttered while half squatting near the door. Another lesser noble vampire with his squire wondering if he could get lucky.

"Should we try knocking again?" A handsome male wearing an elegant white coat and pants spoke, his silver hair shimmering in the hallway lights.

Then, the lights inside dimmed, and a red light shrouded everything, making it impossible for those trying to peek inside to see past.

"What's happening?"

"How strange..."

"I-Is she okay?! What if she hurt herself?"

A sudden loud thump echoed through the thick walls, surprising everyone outside.

"What's going on?" The handsome male in white wondered—the sound of something slamming against the walls at a fast yet rhythmic pace echoed as the walls themselves seemed to shudder.

"Is the princess in danger?!" The flower holding male asked, putting his ear to the wall, only hearing the intense thud of the noise almost bursting his eardrum.

"Aaaahh.. Y-yes...! Huh huff—mmf... Ah, aaahn..." Suddenly, a high-pitched feminine wail reached the ears of the man listening against the wall.

"Shit..." He then pulled away, dropping the flowers with a bitter and dark face.

Meanwhile, ten minutes before, inside Selene's VIP room, she was lying on the sofa, with her hands on either side of the backrest, letting out deep sighs, panting while her gaze fixated on the silver hair fluttering between her thighs, and the warm and pleasant sensation from its serpentine movements along her pink crevice.

"Mmhmm... Where did you learn this~ it's amazing.

His warm, sticky tongue felt like silk dragging along her bare snatch as Nikolai continued lapping at the tasty fruit, kissing and pressing against Selene's sensitive and exposed core.

"You taste amazing... every bit makes me hungry for more."

"Haa.... that's so good my hips keep moving on their own."

She softly moaned as she threw her head back into the pillow behind her neck, biting down on her lower lip to stop herself from becoming too loud. If Wilhelmina were to knock on the door now, she would probably lose her mind.

"Aah~ something... again..."

It was wrong to be doing such lewd and provocative things in a public space like this but being hidden away. Selen gripped Nikolai's hair while pushing her hips against his face, a blissful look on her face.

She couldn't deny how wonderful it was to have these feelings, to enjoy the mixture of his aggressive and gentle actions, and most of all, the sweet sensation of her juices being lapped up by his soft, wet tongue.

'I am addicted already.'