He must be thinking about it. He knew now how badly it'd hurt her, his nemesis, for him to do such a thing.
It had been mere seconds but as handsome and strong as he was, he was probably already leaning against a wall with a trio of needy women purring as they kissed his shaft and sucked at his tip.
As much as the idea infuriated her, her arousal at the thought of his cock was reaching a boiling point. She needed him so, so badly. She needed him to take her however he wanted to.
It could be rough, it could be sweet, it
could even be entirely devoid of passion—as long as he was inside her, and she could unblinkingly stare at him as he thrust into her, that was enough.
Just to know that she had him, and not some other useless mortal whore.
She was wearing only the bat hoodie that Alaric had selected for her and a pair of pink panties—the one with the cartoon cat. With a tug, the panties slid down her legs and landed on her feet, and she stepped out of them.
She climbed up the wall a bit with her back to it and spread her legs. With a moan, her fingers touched her outer labia, dancing along its profanely glossy surface.
With an embarrassingly loud squelch, one digit slipped inside her pussy, causing a splash of fluid to splatter on her thighs and the floor.
She made a noisy mewling sound, bucking her hips wantonly as her need welled up and
she delved deeper inside her own depths.
She wasn't even interested in stimulating her clit—she wanted to live that fantasy of penetration, imagining her fingers were his cock.
"I—I love you, Laric," she whimpered, one hand pinching her nipple while the other employed the use of two fingers to fuck herself.
She had no idea just how she was able to generate as much fluid as she apparently had as the floor and her legs grew damp with her lewd run off.
"I love you I love you I love you!"
But the feeling of love and affection was paired with something dark. She saw faces—non descript, but pretty nonetheless, and she imagined her pussy was theirs, and that Alaric's powerful dick was fucking them, making them moan like indecent sluts.
She wondered how many such women he could handle at once. Probably a hundred.
Maybe more. He was practically a god
as far as she was concerned. Would she even be enough for him? How could she make him hers when he had the whole world of women to choose from?
"I'll—I'll kill those whores!" she oathed as her fingers made lewd, splishy-squishy sounds in her pussy. "I'll kill them all for you, Alaric! For us! I love you!"
It didn't take all that much to send her past the brink of pleasure. She crawled wildly up the walls until she was kneeling upside down on the ceiling, and the force of her orgasm hit her like a crashing wave.
She dripped, and gravity caused her lady juice to squirt and dribble down to her face.
She tasted it, imagining instead that it was the mixture of her fluid and Alaric's. It would be sooo sweet when she finally knew what the authentic flavor of that blend was like.
She hung there for perhaps ten minutes, trying to calm down, before she came out of the closet. She used her magic to clean herself, and within moments she was as fresh and fragrant as ever.
She donned her panties but also put on a pair of pants, some socks, a raincoat, a baseball hat, and wrapped herself up with a spare blanket and towels from the closet she'd just been in.
Her whole body was covered in multiple layers from head to toe. There was only one thing left to do.
She had to go find Alaric and stop him from fucking those human sluts.
After she killed them, she'd do whatever it took to seduce the monster hunter, debasing herself however she had to. She couldn't let him run around, gallivanting without her any longer.
He didn't know it yet, but this was fate.
Vladira had never felt a feeling like this in her centuries upon centuries of life, and she didn't care if it was brought on by a spell. It was real to her.
Just as she approached the door, it opened, and there he was—alone. He stared at her in confusion, his mouth opening, jaw dropping as he tried to figure out what she was up to.
The sight of her wrapped in blankets and
towels seemed to be intensely humorous to him as a bemused smirk tugged at his lips.
"Should I ask?" he grunted.
"Definitely not," she replied. "But—be honest with me. How many women did you just have sex with?"
He blinked at her. "What."
Alaric quickly explained where he'd been and what he'd been doing, and Vladira listened patiently.
She had been under the suspicion that he had sneaked out after their argument in order to secretly sleep with as many women as he could just to spite her, and she explained as much in due course.
"That is…the most unhinged nonsense I've ever heard," he told her in no uncertain terms. "I don't have time for that."
"But if you did, would you have done it?" she asked.
"No," he said, furrowing his brow in irritation.
"You are quite a possessive little thing. Need I remind you that we are sworn to destroy one another? What difference does any of that make?"
Vladira huffed. Then she cleared her throat.
"I thought we were beyond that, Darling."
"We are not," he grumbled, though he had to admit he was less sure of himself by the second.
She shoved him lightly. "From now on, we are exclusive. No more fucking sluts, no more—"
"I never fucked any sluts while we were here," he groaned, rolling his eyes.
Her brow twitched. "But you did before?"
He shrugged, ready to downplay the number as was obviously necessary.
"Maybe a time or two. But that was centuries ago now."