With her throat already itching for blood earlier, when Hannah sank her fangs into Bernald's neck, the full extent of her hunger was laid before her as she found herself drowning in the pleasure gotten from the sweet feeling of her filling her stomach.
With a powerful bite that both lodged her head to his neck and disrupted his flow of mana and bodily coordination, Bernald was unable to do a thing but scream, his eyes wide as Hannah drank away his lifeforce, his salvation coming when Ciara's kick connected with her body.
One second Hannah had been filled with pleasure and the next a feeling of danger had hit her, and to face this danger all she could do was override her lust for blood and pull out her fangs just before the most powerful kick she had felt in her life hit her.
The runes which wrapped around Hannah and bound her came from a circle of runes on the ground, their position keeping her kneeling in one position, but Ciara's kick shattered these runes, freeing Hannah from their bondage while at the same time, sending her shooting through the air and crashing into the wall of the room, a wall which surprisingly didn't break down after her collision with it.
For several seconds, all Hannah could see was white, a high pitch sound rang through her head and when the world became visible again, colours and sounds being properly registered by her eyes and ears respectively, she strained and pushed herself out of the wall she had been embedded in, falling some meters down to the floor and the standing on all fours she looked at the scene in front of her.
After what she had just done, Hannah expected panic and chaos, but other than the useless naked girls who gave her wary and fearful looks Duke Ezriel was still calmly seated and having his dick worshipped, while Ciara who was kneeling beside Bernald had his head in her laps.
Though Ciara's thighs had gotten covered in blood, Hannah could see that she had stopped the bleeding from Bernald's neck.
"I am a vampire, and I have infected him. If you want him to survive, you will do as I say."
Before her blood lust had taken over her senses, this had been Hannah's plan, infect Bernald and then strike a deal with Ciara.
Hannah could not be sure if Bernald was that vital enough for her demands to be met, she could only hope that the obsession or love Ciara had for Bernald was actually genuine and the woman would be willing to sacrifice for his life. S~eaʀᴄh the Novelƒire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
Hannah stared at Ciara intently, waiting for her to give her reply, but the person who spoke next had her blood boiling and her ability to control herself being tested.
"I always told Bernald you were too much of a woman for him to handle but he wouldn't agree.
Now look at this, he nearly got his head chopped off by you."
"Shut up"
"Now don't be like that Hannah, in bed you would always tell me to keep talking or is it because I'm saying the wrong words"
"Shut up" Hannah screamed one more time, mana bursting out of her and tears going down her eyes as she watched an amused smirk play out on Ezriel's face.
From Ezriel to Ciara to even the other naked women, Hannah looked at all of them and she felt hollow inside because she knew that they knew, they knew the secret she had been trying to hide. Explore new worlds at m,v l'-NovelFire.net
"Such fine emotional control, even with all the emotions raging through you, you are able to think and act logically.
You know I was against the idea of you being the one deployed to face off against Baltimore's army but in the end, the very reason why I was against it was the same reason you were chosen for it.
Had it been any other commander at your level, the information on what was happening would have leaked out, but not only did you keep it sealed, you didn't even tell your husband.
You are the perfect soldier, Hannah."
These words came from Ezriel each and every sentence cutting into her heart. Though Hannah wanted to charge forward and pummel him, inflict on him as much pain as she could, she didn't, and it wasn't because she was scared, but because she was at the moment on the verge of falling from a second order being to a first order.
This was how bad Hannah's situation was. After leaving Blake, the second the vitality he supplied her with had run out, no matter how much or whose blood she drank, she had found her rank slowly falling.
At the moment, she was helpless and so she did the only thing she believed she could.
"Please let our daughter go, remember the many pleasurable nights we shared I would bring you far more happiness than she could ever," Hannah asked standing on her knees.
"Hmm true, but don't you think it will be more pleasurable to have the two of you? You could teach her how to take care of me."
Ezriel's reply didn't surprise Hannah because it was after all the only expected outcome. Her plea to him had been done out of desperation and the slightest of hope and now that the hope had been crushed she her head sagged as sobbed.
"Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Were you not the woman who faced off against a fourth-order demon after just killing one in the third rank."
Hannah didn't know if the voice in her head was real or just her imagination but she ignored it.
"You fearlessly faced a demon invasion even while you were outranked but yet are scared to attack and save your child, perhaps this is why you lost the war and let down all those men"
"How dare you, I fought to my last breath, I am not afraid." Hannah roared in her head, refusing to be talked down by this imaginary voice in her head.
"Then why haven't you taken out your sword and swung it at Ezriel's neck, why does that Bernald still draw breath. Who is Ciara to dictate for you your life."
"Can't you see that I am outmatched, they would end me with just their auras."
"So you can sacrifice your life force for your soldiers but can't do the same for your children."