My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

"Well, at least now we know she's not so against you," said Nagasawa, walking hand in hand with Dante. He was still a bit shocked by what had happened, but... life goes on, right? Another woman about to fall completely under his charm.

The idea of having a squad of maid wives crossed his mind, but he wanted to avoid following the path of "that guy." Still, his current trajectory seemed to be pointing towards a similar fate.

"I'm going to keep playing with her; her expressions are the best in the world," Dante said, smiling mischievously as his thoughts raced with new plans.

"So, what's next? I'm sure that head of yours is already thinking about many things..." Nagasawa questioned, holding his hand even tighter and rubbing her lustful body against his arm.

"Destroying the world would be fun," said Dante, testing something to see Nagasawa's reaction.

"Absolutely, when? I'm dying to be a Destroyer! It's hard to earn that title, you know? I mean, I don't want to be behind Valentina forever. Having the title of Destroyer is great for the reputation. Maybe I could even get those flashy titles...

'Scarlet Devastator' sounds so cool!" Nagasawa responded quickly, making Dante almost burst into laughter. He managed to hold it in, but the idea of Nagasawa being so enthusiastic about destruction amused him deeply.

"Let's take it easy, I'm joking," Dante said, still laughing. "There's a lot we need to do before we get to that point. First, we have to deal with the vampires in the capital. That will give us good practice and, who knows, maybe some interesting allies."

"With allies, you mean women? Please, darling, you have to stop with that. You'll overwhelm yourself if you keep going like this!" Nagasawa said. She wasn't really concerned about him being overwhelmed; the more women in his life, the more problems would arise, and she would have even more competition among them...

"I know, relax a bit. You know I don't go after them; they come to me," Dante said, smiling. "Of course, Velryna you revealed yourself and claimed, Aldria you corrupted until she accepted, Voralith you pursued millions of years ago, Sara you went after her, with me you seduced me, want me to continue?

Oh yes, there's also Lyrianna who will probably fall into your hands soon, and there's that Lilith who you somehow made chase after you." Nagasawa said completely serious, after all... This man was irrational! "And there's still the World Tree!"

"Yes, yes! I got it!" Dante said, laughing. Well, her words were indeed a big lie; most of the women he chose, and he followed the path that suited him to conquer them.

"Anyway, where are we going?" Nagasawa asked. Despite being on a "mission," she knew this man was probably preparing to spend quality time with her, and that's what she wanted, a moment with him was what she needed immediately!

"Let's wait a bit; I imagine soon someone will come here to talk about my visit, and I hope it's not a damned Silverblood." Dante said. Well... he didn't like this vampire count house very much... "Hmm... I don't know who they are..." Nagasawa murmured.

She wasn't really an experienced Vampire; in fact, even after ten years, she had never concretely come to the Vampire World, simply because of the sentence the rulers gave when Dante... died in this world...

"Leeches I'm not very fond of. It was the first count house I knew, well, the only one actually. I didn't care much about vampires, lived isolated until fourteen and went straight to Kryoris, so I don't know much about the Vampire World. Not that it makes a difference, I stopped being a common vampire a long time ago," Dante said, sitting in Valentina's armchair.

Nagasawa sat on his lap, inhaling the scent of his neck. "It's been so long since I tasted you... just a little..." she murmured as her face moved closer to his neck.

Dante chuckled softly. It had indeed been a long time since they tasted each other, and he found himself wanting to experience her taste again. Leaning back slightly, he said, "You can have a little, but don't overdo it. I don't want you getting even more drunk on love for me." He smiled as she slightly opened her mouth, revealing her sharp fangs.

"Really?..." she murmured, getting even closer, inhaling his masculine scent. Her warm breath sent shivers down his body. "I'm sure you'd love it if I got really drunk on love for you..." she whispered just as her fangs finally pierced Dante's skin. He felt a wave of pleasure mixed with a slight pain. The blood flowed into Nagasawa's mouth, and she drank each drop with a mix of hunger and reverence.

He held her waist firmly, feeling the heat of her body against his.

In vampire society, the act of drinking another vampire's blood is laden with intimacy and deep symbolism, especially among those who share a marital bond like Dante and Nagasawa, Valentina, and Aarlyn. For married vampires, sharing blood is the pinnacle of physical and emotional connection, as intimate and profound as sexual intercourse is for humans.

When two married vampires drink each other's blood, the process is not only physical but also spiritual. A vampire's blood carries their vital essence, emotions, memories, and even fragments of their soul. Thus, by exchanging blood, they are literally sharing parts of themselves in a way that no other creature can fully comprehend.

Blood is the currency of the soul, the medium through which lives are traded, and in this moment, Dante and Nagasawa were exchanging their lives on an almost minuscule scale, but enough for them to love each other more and more.

During this exchange, the experience is extremely intense. The sensation of the fangs piercing the skin, the warm flow of blood, and the mix of pleasure and pain create unparalleled euphoria. For them, it transcends mere feeding, becoming a communion of bodies and spirits.
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The vulnerability involved in this act is also significant. Allowing another vampire, even one's spouse, access to one's blood is an act of absolute trust. This is even more so for Dante...

A vampire who had overcome various racial limitations, a vampire with the purest blood of all time, purer even than that of Vlad Dracula Tepes himself. A vampire with the essential charge of a Demon King and the original Progenitor Vampire... Not to mention his soul...

The pleasure that Nagasawa felt from tasting Dante's blood was almost indescribable, much better than any moment of sex or something like that. Each sip was like an explosion of energy that affected her entire body, making her feel more connected to him than ever. "Hmm... it's even more delicious than the last time," she murmured against his skin, her eyes gleaming with pleasure.

She resumed drinking his blood like a true leech.

"Hmm... ah..." Nagasawa's breathing grew heavier, and she moaned with pleasure, the taste of his blood flooding her senses. Dante, taking advantage of her vulnerability, opened his own mouth and bit her neck, his fangs piercing her delicate skin. Her blood was sweet, and he drank it eagerly, feeling her energy and vitality flowing into him.

The cycle of giving and receiving intensified the pleasure for both of them. After a while, they heard footsteps approaching from the hallway, but they ignored them, their breaths becoming heavier and quicker as the pleasure heightened. However, the moment of ecstasy was interrupted when the door to the room suddenly opened, revealing Skyla.

She stopped at the entrance, her eyes wide at the intimate scene before her. Her expression quickly shifted from surprise to a strange mix of envy and desire. "That could be me receiving my master's blood," she thought, pouting before shaking her head to clear the thought.

Skyla cleared her throat, drawing the attention of Dante and Nagasawa, who slowly separated, their faces still showing traces of the recent pleasure. Nagasawa was completely embarrassed to be caught in such an act, but Dante... well, Dante wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, while Nagasawa adjusted her clothes and tried to catch her breath.

"Sorry to interrupt, your... well, screw it," Skyla said, her voice laced with mild sarcasm. "But an envoy from the King has arrived. He's waiting at the entrance."

Dante sighed deeply, his eyes narrowing slightly. "That was faster than I expected... Was that old man already waiting for me?" Dante questioned aloud. "Any entrance to this world Vlad knows... that damn Nosferatu can read the space and see everything that enters and leaves." Skyla revealed, "Makes sense..." Dante murmured, "Well...

as long as it's not a Silverblood, I'm fine." Dante said, gesturing for Nagasawa to get off him. Skyla turned and left. "I'll go ahead and prepare some tea," she said, closing the door.

But her face... had such a generous smile... if only Dante had seen it... "Why do I feel like this has happened before?" Skyla questioned herself, as if a small memory passed over her mind.