Chapter 240: Feed

Rezar surged upwards, [Bullet Time] active as the world seemed to slow down around him. He was in a completely manic state, completely driven by his hunger and incapable of paying attention to anything else but the pulsing vein at the side of the orc bandit's neck. Vita Gratia bit into the orcs abdomen, and as Rezar jumped upwards. A rather nasty wound was sliced leaving the insides of the orc open for the world to see. But he was a silver ranked individual, so probably this was not enough to kill him, but Rezar was not aiming to kill him, that would completely defeat the purpose and aim he currently had.

Rezar left Vita Gratia stabbed into the chest of the orc as he unceremoniously stuck his fangs into the neck of the orc. Rezar shuddered, this was pleasure unlike anything he's ever felt before as all the neurons in his body seemed to be firing and going off like a bevy of fireworks. All of his muscles clenched and unclenched as pleasure and arousal suffused his entire body, his knees going weak and knocking against each other as his hardness seemed to strain against the trouser he was wearing. He didn't exactly know how 'Size' was measured, but in his bloodlust addled mind he reckoned he was just a bit above average.

The orc shook himself vigorously, his strength enough to throw Rezar off his body like a common ragdoll. And that much was expected even though Rezar was a vampire who had his strength stat stat amplified by his [Supernatural Body] skill, which was practically what that skill did for all of his stats.

However, an orc was born and bred for strength and vitality, it was hardly something that Rezar could actually match. But then again Rezar had already a significant amount of damage. With Vita Gratia stabbed into his chest, draining blood and vitality of its own, the orc bandit chief was already feeling the effects of rapid blood loss, not to mention he only had one leg. It stands to reason that even if he was able to kill Rezar, he would still pass away from blood loss, not unless he has an extreme healing factor like Rezar, or a healer with sufficient skill.

"You are nothing more than an infernal animal!" the orc cursed out as he pulled out Vita Gratia and threw her aside, her bloodied blade falling amongst the falling stalks of grass and flowers surrounding them. Rezar didn't have time, or better yet it would be easier to say he couldn't bring himself to give a damn about whatever the fuck it is that the orc had just said. The only thing he could focus on was the blood, and there was a lot of it, so much of it also going to waste… No!

"Hisssssssss!"

At this point Rezar completely lost control, his mind completely devolving and wholly driven by the hunger he felt. The orc's eyes narrowed as there was an explosion of speed from Rezar, the ground beneath his feet were cracked as Rear crossed the distance between them in seconds. The orc was ready as the same hazy green outline that had given him an exponential increase in speed had appeared around his body.

And as Rezar drew close, he swung his massive Warhammer, hoping to smash Rezar to paste in one definite hit. But vampires while creatures if great strength and magic were mostly feared for their speed and dexterity. They were like a combination of cats, octopuses, dragonflies and snakes, movement of any sort was their bread and butter.

Rezar ducked under the swing as it went wide, but instead of coming back up to his feet and heading for the orc's neck wear said orc had actually prepared a trap to catch the vampire king off guard, Rezar instead went for the missing leg. Whether it was pure luck, or just a little bit of clarity still left in the head of Rezar, he went for the place where the bleeding was still a bit much and way out of any immediate retaliation from the orc. Rezar didn't stand on ceremony as his fangs found the open wound, biting and pulling into them like a wild animal.

Orcs were a warrior race with the toughest of training, fierce wills in an even stronger body; but Rezar was like death in all of its infernal and eldritch glory. The orc felt fear, and this was a mistake on his part, Rezar could smell it, and as it lanced through his body, the taste of his blood became infinitely richer. And one thing about fear was that it brought hesitation, and it was that hesitation Rezar capitalized on as he swiftly turned around and raked his claws from the back of the orcs severed knee to the middle of his back, opening him up and spilling sweet rivulets of blood into his mouth. Rezar latched onto his neck again, and this time there was nothing he could do as the saliva of a vampire could make anything in existence complacent.

Rezar dragged him to the ground and drank, Vita Gratia seemed to vibrate as she shot forwards, stabbing herself into the chest of the orc, taking her fill of his blood and vitality. And they went at it for three more minutes until what they fed on was his very soul. And then he was gone, drained dry of blood and his soul. But it was not enough, Rezar shifted his attention to the rest of the bandits who were all standing looking at him in more shock than they've ever felt in their life. Rezar turned to Samira and her subordinates and said to them.

"Feed!"

And in that moment the very normal opponents the bandits had, had turned into ferocious monsters completely driven by their lust for blood. They were all still fairly new vampires, control over their blood lust wasn't something they had achieved yet. And Rezar joined them, ripping limbs, and tearing out throats, his ferocity unmatched as he held hearts in his hand and pulled them out of chests with alarming speed and power.

And in the midst of all of his feeding his arousal grew stronger and stronger until he couldn't hold it back any longer. He sped up until he was right in front of Samira and her Subordinates who were all sharing a meal from a rather robust dwarf.

He pulled Samira by her head as he sank his fangs into her neck, causing her to moan as her toes curled in extreme pleasure, with one fierce rip her armored clothes fell off her body exposing her breasts to the world as her heart beat faster. Rezar turned to the other three vampires and said only one word in a growl so guttural it was as if it came from the abyss itself.

"Strip!" and all of their hearts and body seemed to rumble in the bass of his voice, they knew in that moment, Rezar would be sating more than just his bloodlust, he would feed on much more than just blood…... he would feed on them.