Mason followed the ice princess across her hall, past a dozen more guards and elental golems. The doors to her ‘private wing’ opened on their own, and she led him into a far more comfortable looking royal chamber.
Animated servants leapt to attention. A small dining table set itself. A fluffy robe floated across the room. Lilith putting her hands through as it wrapped itself around her, and Mason caught just the briefest flash of her nudity from behind as the dress simply vanished.
She turned and looked him up and down.
“Do you require…a mont to refresh yourself?”
He snorted and looked around the chamber, seeing only one large basin that might serve as a tub.
“If it makes you feel better. Does that have water?”
Lilith gestured, and he heard the basin filling itself.
“The water will not be warm,” she warned, looking pleased that he might dislike it. He held back the urge to snort again. Instead he walked to the basin and banished his vestnts, stepping in naked until he was fully subrged.
He activated Inner Fire just because he could, watching as Blessing of Gaia shimred through the water. But it wasn’t like blessing sothing on the pri. The water resisted him like he was cleansing corruption, his mana warring with it until the warmth spread and started cleansing his Transformations.
He stepped out equally naked, swiping the water from his face and hair with his hands. The princess just stood there and stared. He saw her nostrils flare, her chest move with a deep breath. He did his best not to smile.
“Will our food bring itself as well? Or do you eat ice or sothing?”
He summoned the clothing version of his vestnts, leaving his feet bare on the cold floor. It would have to be a lot worse than near freezing to bother him.
“I eat, when I wish to,” Lilith said, walking to the dining table. “You know our gods aren’t so different in so ways. They both demand strength, a willingness to act.” Her tone harshened. “Though mine respects the order of things. And she requires…responsibility.”
No doubt there was so ridiculous history between the two gods she was referring to. Maybe it was ironic or stereotypical because of his patron, but Mason didn’t really care. The idea that he wasn’t ‘responsible’ was also kind of comical. Other than his lust, and OK maybe his risk-seeking, his whole existence was protecting what was left of mankind.
“I’m bored of gods,” he said, sniffing as he detected sothing coming from a servant door. “I serve Cerebus because it’s useful. I don’t really care what he wants. Though my not caring seems to be what he wants. It works out.”
Tray after covered tray ca waltzing in on ornate legs like in that Disney movie. He kind of hoped they broke out into song, or sothing, but they just hopped up on the table and arranged themselves.
The lids popped off, and Mason had to fight his eyes from fluttering as the scent of roasted at hit him. There was almost nothing else under the lids except a pile of berries. He glanced at his hostess, holding himself back from gorging.
“Please feel free,” she said, watching him as if amused. “I know how my father’s gifts affect his chosen champions.”
He’d stuffed a mouthful of sothing like beef and started chewing before he really thought about what she’d said. Father. He chewed and swallowed, watching Lilith’s glowing blue eyes.
So, she was the daughter of two gods, one of which was his patron. Lovely. What could possibly go wrong? He ate as fast as possible, running through a list of words to say ranging from ‘well thanks for the grub’, to ‘really have to get going now’.
“So what are we, cousins or sothing?”
Lilith laughed and ate a couple berries like she’d forgotten how, staring at his mouth.
“Hardly.”
She looked even more pale than before, if that was possible. And she was still taking deep breaths from her nose like she was slling him. As she bit into the fruit, he also decided her teeth looked a little sharper than he rembered. Especially her canines…
He put down his latest hunk of at and wiped his hands, licking his lips as he watched his hostess. Little hairs were rising up on his neck now, that awful knowing in his gut.
“I’d rather not do this,” he said, putting his hands gently on the table. “If you can still get a hold of yourself, please do. I don’t want to hurt you.”
She shivered and stared, fighting so battle with herself he knew all too well. Her fingernails had grown longer, and as she scratched a hand across the table she sliced the tablecloth.
“Just a taste,” she said, chest heaving. “I don’t think I…if you gave a taste. Willingly. It’s…a risk to you. But you sll so full of life. Would you…could we…”
She trailed off, and Mason took a breath. Sothing about the woman made him feel pity, but also attraction. Like she was a kindred spirit—trapped by circumstance and power. There were monsters in this world, but he didn’t think she truly was one.
He didn’t look down on her as he hadn’t with the hag, or the people who’d served Jeong, or his brother Blake. When a thing went too far, caused too much damage, you stopped it. But life was mostly grey and ssy. Whatever she was, he was probably the sa thing.
He stood and walked across the marble floor, moving to Lilith’s side. She watched him, panting, looking overwheld. He reached out and stroked her cheek, skin like ice to the touch. He held out his wrist, and when she realized what he was doing she wrapped her cold hands around his forearm, fangs erging from ruby lips.
When he didn’t pull away, she closed her eyes, and bit. It hurt a little, but for Mason now that was like saying nothing.
The beautiful ‘vampire’, or whatever she was, started draining his blood, sucking and moaning in pleasure. It wasn’t the proudest erection of his life. He supposed ‘surprise’ was the wrong word to discover he could mix his growing masochism with sex. But it was definitely still a kind of awkward pleasure.
His powers and titles were going wild. But he didn’t need to look closely to feel his body was resisting and rejuvenating whatever she was doing. Inner fire, Transformation, Blessing of Gaia and Apex Predator made him pretty much the perfect ‘divine winter vampire’ blood donor.
The cold pull of her magic and the sounds of her swallowing made him shiver. It wasn’t supposed to be pleasant, he didn’t imagine. But it kind of was. Like he was overstuffed with sothing and she was giving a different kind of relief. He didn’t pull away or try to stop her, but eventually she moved her face back, eyes still closed.
She looked like a drunk kitten as she licked her lips. Her head swayed, a slight blush on her cheeks, a faint smile on her lips. She finally looked up at him, sowhere between embarrassed and satisfied.
“Thank you, Mason, I…”
Her blue eyes flicked to the bulge in his very tight vestnts and she stopped. No matter how used to such porn-like fantasies he was getting, it was still kind of an awkward mont to have your hard-on pop up in so attractive stranger’s face.
He had no idea how she’d react. He hadn’t gotten his dungeon reward, whatever it was, so he still needed her cordial enough to hand that over and send him on his way. So kind of apology seed like a decent idea, except he wasn’t really sorry, and she was the one who’d asked to feed on him.
He went with ‘say nothing and see what happens’.
Lilith looked up to his eyes for a few seconds. Then she went back to staring at his package, and slowly and carefully, reached out to trail a finger all around it without touching.
This was a lot better and more welco than yelling for her guards, or marching off with disgust. It wasn’t until the fabric literally fell away in a circular cut, leaving his manhood to spring free completely exposed, that he rembered how sharp her fingernails were.
She grinned and spread her hands on either side of his hips, pressing the material flat as if to display how big he was. They took turns glancing between his swollen mber and each other’s eyes, as if waiting for soone to decide what to do about it.
As she looked up at him she seed hungry again but unsure. There was literally so steam rising off his dick in the cold air, which made Lilith’s eyes widen. Her voice softened, tone whispering up his spine.
“The sll of Gaia is all over you.”
“It’s usually the other way around,” he said. “But I get your aning.”
She stared and stared, and lost another battle against herself.
“There are many ways and places you can feed my hunger. Do you mind if I take so more?”
He did not, in fact, mind. In response he reached down and opened her robe, showing gravity-defying, pale perky tits with nipples like hardened plastic. They were cold, but they were still fantastic, and she didn’t move at all as he gripped both and squeezed.
This ‘extre, mortal danger dungeon’ was getting better all the ti.
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