Right now, I'm sitting opposite old man Duke, my finger tapping unconsciously on the table.
"So… you an we're going to see Zella, right now?" I ask, my voice tinged with impatience.
"Yes, but hold on. Let tell you sothing first," old man Duke interrupts, his voice attempting to calm the blood rushing through .
"First of all, we're not going there to start anything crazy. Our goal is simple; et the witch and co to an agreent. Don't even think about picking a fight. You're not the only one blessed with crazy talent," old man Duke warns, his voice stern. Beads of sweat gather at the corner of his face.
I've never seen him this scared before. What could terrify him so much? A witch? Really? Pfft. If he weren't my grandfather, I'd probably knock so sense into him. But I can't do that to my dear old grandpa.
I'm the protoss—a being chosen by the universe to maintain balance, uphold order, and serve as a bane to every powerful force out there. Fighting is in my blood, but I'll play along with old man Duke for now. Deals aren't really my thing as they reek of weakness. That's why Uncle Sid's dead, why we're stuck on Earth, and why I lost my dad.
"I can't wait to et Zella… and my child. I've been longing to see her, to ask her questions, and to apologize for not trusting her. But she could've just told the truth. Instead, she made say those awful things to her," I bellow, slamming my hand on the table. My teeth sink into my lip, regret tightening my chest.
The guilt gnaws at . I've never felt this way before—not even after what happened between and Zella was still fresh. But first, I need to see her.
"When are we leaving?"
"Hmmm…" old man Duke mutters, glancing at the clock on the wall.
"Soon. But first, I need a bath," he says, picking up the phone on his desk and dialing a number.
"Get so nice, big-tit girls," he orders, then hangs up.
I stare at him, stunned. "We have sothing important to do, and you're ordering girls?"
"Hmph. Don't act like you're a saint. An old man lives longer by enjoying life's pleasures," he retorts smugly.
"No wonder Grandma left you," I say with a chuckle, only for him to slam his hand on the table.
"Let's see how you turn out when you're my age," he growls.
"It'll take thousands of years to get that old without using any age-reversing techniques. But the difference between us? All my wives agreed to share . Yours didn't. If I ever get old, I'll settle down with them and stop chasing others," I reply. Continue your journey on empire
Before I can finish my words, the door swings open. Loud, brassy music fills the room, the sounds of saxophones and drums reverberating. Monts later, the source appears—seven half-naked vampire girls sauntering in, accompanied by a live band of entertainers.
"You can take a few for yourself, Jake," old man Duke says, grinning as so of the girls start pulling off his clothes.
"Nah, enjoy yourself," I say, rising to leave. "Maybe another day. Besides, you should be done in two hours."
I walk out, my mood souring at the thought of Zella. She's all I can think about now.
Leaving old man Duke's residence, I head back to my own. Upon arriving, I skip the regular entrance and walk straight through the wall.
Inside, I find Zagrath sitting at the dining table, staring silently at the food she'd prepared for . Opposite her sits a plate of untouched food and a drink—blood mixed with other ingredients. Her expression is speechless yet heavy, and in that mont, it hits just how much I had hurt her by refusing to eat her cooking after she had spent so much ti in the kitchen.
Without a word, I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her, pulling her into a hug. She jolts slightly, startled.
"W-When did you get here? I thought you were out!" Zagrath exclaims, but the joy spreading across her face is unmistakable.
"Yeah, I went out, but sothing hit while I was away. I realized how wrong I was for not eating the food you put so much effort into. I learned my mistake today," I say, tightening the hug.
Sohow, holding her makes the ache of my guilt over Zella fade slightly. But even so, the desire to see Zella still burns within .
"I'm glad you've learned. No one's perfect, but we won take it to heart when we spend so much ti cooking for soone we care about, only to have them ignore it. Make sure you apologize to the others if you've done this to them too," Zagrath says, her voice calm but firm.
"I really need to apologize to Jill," I mutter with a sigh.
"She'll forgive you," Zagrath replies, her cheeks flushing. "Honestly, I was already thinking I'd never cook for you again if you didn't eat my food today."
"Mmm, sounds like soone was mad at ," I tease, pulling back with a small grin. "No wonder Jill has been avoiding cooking lately. Anyway, let's eat."
I sit down, grabbing my cutlery with profound etiquette. Just as I'm about to dip my spoon into the bowl of pheasant soup, Zagrath stops .
"Ahem. That soup has gone cold, and the bread is stale from being left out. Let serve you a fresh plate, husband," Zagrath says, taking the food away.
Husband? She called husband. That's new. Seems like she's starting to embrace the idea. Maybe it's ti I stop keeping her as a re concubine and make her my wife.
A few minutes later, Zagrath returns with a fresh plate of steaming pheasant soup and soft, fragrant bread. She places it in front of , then sits across from , her gaze fixed on as I take my first bite—a vampire tradition I've co to understand.
I dip my spoon into the soup, lifting it to my lips. The flavor explodes in my mouth—rich, savory, and perfectly balanced. Before I know it, I'm tearing into the bread, dipping chunks into the soup like a possessed man. The vanilla undertones of the bread pair perfectly with the hearty soup, and within minutes, I've devoured the pheasant at, slurped up every drop of soup, and slamd the bowl back onto the table.
A loud burp escapes my mouth, echoing through the room.
"Do you want more?" Zagrath asks, a different kind of smile lighting up her face.
For the umpteenth ti, I realized how hot she is today. Her gown clings to her figure in all the right ways, and her beauty, despite our earlier sexual intercourse, ignites sothing primal in .
Unable to resist, I get up and walk over to her. Leaning down, I kiss her deeply, my hands instinctively moving to unbutton her gown while giving her tit a hard squeeze. One by one, her clothes fall away, leaving her bare before .
That mont, Zagrath and I share another round of intense, passionate sex. This ti, I let myself go completely, ejaculating every sen I had left in my balls into her, leaving no room for doubt about how much I truly desired her.
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