My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

The room, already saturated by the dense atmosphere of power, seemed to distort, as if space itself was bending around them.

Time, that silent enemy, no longer made sense. The clock was incapable of continuing in the same way in that place. A room made especially for this kind of pleasure... Well, Morgana thought, that would be the best way to get the most out of her husband. Although she didn't want to share him, she made this distortion permanent in this small space.

What were hours to someone who lived in an eternal cycle of exhaustion and renewal? For him, they were just pleasurable moments, filled with Voralith's energy. That primordial source which, as much as it was his salvation, also consumed him mercilessly.

Voralith... she was still there, being drained every second, her strength slowly ebbing away. With each cycle, pleasure and pain intertwined, forming a hellish dance. But she couldn't back down. Not now. It was the only way to sustain the energy he needed, she held on tight, her body dying of pleasure with each new round that passed and each time he bit her neck to suck her blood.

He wasn't the same anymore. Not a vampire, not a demon... No longer a being who inhabited the same world in which she existed. The Dante she knew had been lost, transformed into something... new, something indomitable. His essence, now forged from Voralith, was beyond understanding. Every cell of him vibrated with power that somehow reflected the greatness of something incredible, but at the same time, the fragility of a creation that fed on chaos itself.

And the worst part? He knew. He felt it. Every movement, every instant, a sensation of something about to burst, about to break the boundaries between what he was and what he could become. The edge was closer than ever... What would happen when the peak of his transformation was reached? It wouldn't just be his existence that would be at risk. She knew that. So did the others.

It was only a matter of time... And time was running faster now.

"Let's stop here." He said as he carried Voralith's tired body, she had been through so much during this period that she was currently passed out.

Her legs couldn't even move when she was awake, her body was sweaty and exhausted, her breasts had several bite marks, her neck was full of hickeys, her ass had been beaten and was completely red... I don't even need to mention his private parts, which continued to throb with love fluids as they soaked his reddened thighs, his pussy still dripping with the semen that had filled his entire existence...

Her pussy was in complete chaos.

The funniest thing about this lewd scene was that... she was smiling happily in her sleep.

"She had a great time... I can't imagine living for so many thousands of years without ever having done anything like that." Dante carefully tucked her under the covers, making sure she was comfortable before finally moving away from the bed.

As he closed the door behind him, the sound of clicking echoed down the silent corridor. But he wasn't alone. A familiar presence waited in the shadows, watching him like a predator on the prowl, but...

"Were you curious?" Dante asked, no surprise in his voice as his bright eyes took in the partially hidden figure.

"Did you know I was here?" she retorted, slowly revealing herself. Her body took shape in the soft light, an elegant and lethal silhouette, with dark green hair that seemed to absorb the darkness around her. Her tight leather clothes reflected a mixture of practicality and sensuality, highlighting every line of her figure.

Dante laughed low, a sound full of confidence. "I recognize my wife when I feel her, you know?" He took a step towards her, his tone playful, but his eyes fixed on hers with an undeniable intensity.

She didn't flinch. On the contrary, a slight smile curved her lips as she tilted her head slightly, as if expecting something.

He reached out, his fingers finding her hair with familiarity, stroking her head with a touch that was both possessive and comforting.

"You really never miss an opportunity, do you?" she commented, closing her eyes for a moment, relaxing under his touch.

Dante gave a wry smile, an expression that mixed mischief and authority. "And you never stop watching, do you, my Aaralyn?"

Dante spent a few seconds stroking her hair before breaking the silence and asking. "And Morgana and Valentina?" He asked.

"They woke up a few hours ago..." Aaralyn reported, "But honestly... you'd better go and see for yourself... everyone's a bit wary of them..." Aaralyn said and Dante quickly understood....

"Their appearance, isn't it? They must not be able to control their metamorphosis, that's to be expected." Without letting go of her gaze, he grasped Aaralyn's hands, his fingers deliberately intertwining with hers. For a brief moment, it seemed as if time had stopped, just for them.

"Shall we?" he asked, the smile that curved his lips as reassuring as it was imperious.

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"I figured something like this might happen, but..." Dante began, his voice calm as he surveyed the aftermath.

The area truly looked like a warzone. The entire location was in ruins, with several pillars collapsed and debris scattered everywhere. A fierce battle had clearly taken place here.

"You should have warned them about your plan, Darling," Morgana said as she approached him.

Her pale skin seemed to absorb and reflect light simultaneously, while her now silver hair—resembling the full moon itself—floated as if defying the laws of gravity. She wore a flowing gown adorned with shimmering stars and intricate patterns of crescent and full moons, as though the very firmament had been woven into her attire. Find your next read on empire

"This is seriously annoying," Valentina chimed in, releasing Lilith's arm and letting her fall unconscious to the ground. "Did you know they attacked us without even trying to talk?" she said, clearly irritated.

Valentina had also changed significantly. Her golden skin seemed to radiate warmth, while her eyes, now like two orbs of blazing amber, surveyed the surroundings with a vitality that was almost defiant. Her hair, which had once been a deep wine-red, now shimmered in a gradient from fiery red to radiant gold, moving like living flames. She wore a luminous gown adorned with solar patterns that pulsed with the beat of her heart, as though the Sun itself had bowed down to dress her.

At the center of the hall, Nagasawa, Sara, Aldria, and Velryna—Dante's primary wives—stood frozen, some even injured after attempting to attack the women.

"Are they... really them?" Sara murmured, her voice barely a whisper, as though speaking louder would be sacrilege in the presence of these divine new forms.

"They've completely changed," Aldria added, her black wings tensing as she studied Morgana with a sharp, focused gaze. "This isn't just power... it's transformation. They are now...?"

"Goddesses," Dante finished, grinning. "Looks like my work was a success, doesn't it?" he asked with a smug smile.

Morgana stopped in the center of the hall, her icy blue eyes sweeping over the other wives before settling on Nagasawa. "I sense your curiosity... and perhaps your fear," she said, her voice a soft whisper that echoed in everyone's minds. "But know this: our essence may have changed, but our loyalty has not."

"We are still his wives," Valentina added, her radiant smile contrasting with the golden intensity enveloping her body, as if she were a living reflection of the Sun. She paused, a playful glint dancing in her eyes before continuing, "In fact, we might be more his wives than you ever were. Honestly, only Voralith could even compare."

The room fell silent. The weight of her words struck each of them differently, like a lightning bolt.

"What does she mean by that?" Lilith, the only one among them who was a goddess by right, finally broke the silence, rising from the ground as a healing glow mended her wounds. Her voice carried an inquisitive tone, but also a hint of something more—perhaps jealousy, perhaps indignation.

Dante, arms crossed, responded calmly, though his expression carried significant meaning. "They are... reincarnations. Not just any reincarnations, but of the wives I had in my first life."

"You mean... your life as the Dragon Progenitor?" Sara asked, her voice laden with surprise, but also an uncontrollable curiosity.

"Exactly," he replied, his gaze lingering on Morgana and Valentina for a moment. "They aren't just goddesses... they are fragments of something that once existed, now restored to their true power."

The silence hung in the air, heavy and filled with unspoken meanings. Each of the women seemed lost in their own thoughts, trying to process everything they had just heard and felt. The atmosphere, almost sacred, was only broken by the soft sound of their breathing until...

"Shall we eat? I'm hungry."

Dante's voice cut through the air so casually that everyone froze, their expressions quickly shifting from solemn contemplation to a mix of incredulity and surprise. He was smiling, as if he had just commented on the weather, completely ignoring the weight of the moment that had just unfolded.

"You're kidding, right?" Nagasawa asked, narrowing her eyes, but unable to hide the smile beginning to form on her lips.

"He's not," Velryna replied, crossing her arms while letting out an exasperated sigh. "Dante being Dante... a walking disaster when it comes to timing."

"Well, he has a point," Valentina remarked, shrugging as her golden aura softly shimmered. "I'm hungry too. Awakened divine powers drain energy, you know?"

"Ah, of course," Aldria rolled her eyes, her wings relaxing slightly as she let out a small smile. "As if that's a valid excuse."

Morgana, for her part, just chuckled softly, her laughter echoing like the night breeze. "Eating seems like a sensible idea... though I expected something more dramatic from you, Dante."

He shrugged, a mischievous smile on his face. "Too much drama is tiring. Besides, with so many incredible wives, I don't want to faint from hunger in the middle of another confrontation. Let's go!"