In seconds, they stripped him bare, his manhood standing rigid and ready, like a spear poised to conquer.
The countesses gasped at its size, so imnse they could barely wrap their fingers around it.
Damian shuddered as warm hands stroked his length while his lips and hands road over the five won.
His mind began to blur, lost in the overwhelming pleasure.
Lillian, Amaya, Kathryne, Tiana, and Akira, although they were nearly ancient vampires, each more than 9,000 years old (and Lillian over 15,000 years old), had never found their mates.
There were many reasons for this, but the main one was that none of them could find a male vampire talented or powerful enough for them to find attractive.
Once the vampire race entered the state of extinction, the quality of vampires born dropped significantly, causing future vampires to be born with less talent and potential.
Female vampires are the dominant side of the race; they choose mates, and they are naturally picky about whom they would deign to sleep with.
These five strongest vampires were extrely selective, and because of that, they never found anyone who could at least interest them, until now.
Damian, even before he beca the Vampire Progenitor, was considered an ideal mate by the vampires, especially the countesses.
Too bad they couldn't do anything about it, because from their first interaction, Damian clearly showed that he had no interest whatsoever.
Then they convinced him to co to Nightingale.
He defeated the trial of the Blood King, battled against the Blood of the Night King, and devoured it before rising himself into the Progenitor of Vampires.
He beca soone who was the most ideal partner for any female of any species in existence, soone the vampire countesses could never hope to be with, soone the vampires could only pray would choose them as his mate.
But things took a surprising turn when the Vampire King himself wanted them.
And now, here they were: having registered the Vampire Progenitor as their mate for eternity.
The five vampire countesses pressed him from all sides, covering his body with their scent and love fluids.
Their hands kept grabbing his manhood from all sides, wrapping their hot, love-juice-drenched fingers around it, stroking it, trying to please their king as much as possible.
Even though they had never had a relationship with any man before, once they registered Damian as their mate and touched his skin, they knew exactly what to do: how to pleasure him, how to make him happy, how to bear his children in their wombs.
They wanted nothing more than that, except to spend eternity with him.
No words were spoken or exchanged between them; there was no need for words.
Actions served well enough, and a single look in his eyes was enough for the countesses to know what he wanted.
Right then, they knew all he wanted was to be drowned in pleasure and made to forget everything else.
Damian could feel the heat all over his body: the five pairs of breasts rubbing him from all directions, their erect, hard nipples pressing against him, hot fluids dripping from their nether regions onto his thighs and stomach as his lips continued to kiss theirs, one at a ti or more than one at a ti, while his taste buds registered their flavor on his brain.
Each of his hands was busy rubbing each of their nether regions, making their legs twitch and their bodies shudder in pleasure, their sweet moans escaping their juicy lips.
This continued for more than a few hours.
Then suddenly, Damian's lust grew even more intense, and he finally had enough of making out, now he wanted the full main course, with five main courses altogether.
The Vampire King's eyes glowed blood-red with lust, and in the next mont, the five countesses found themselves lying on the bedside, completely naked, their skin glowing and covered in mixed love fluids.
Damian's breathing heaved, he knew exactly what he was going to do, and he had no intention of stopping.
When the Vampire King bit their necks, he also made them his alone: his won, his mates for eternity.
Unlike the other vampires, as the Vampire Progenitor he could have more than one mate, and he absolutely needed more than one mate or he would explode.
He might not have been in full control, but he was well aware of what he was doing, and he would take full responsibility… once he managed to satisfy himself and get under control.
But until then, the countesses had no other choice but to drown in pleasure together with him.
Damian moved forward and spread Lillian's legs apart before leaning down and biting her neck once again, drinking her blood as his hand rubbed her nether region, making it even more drenched in her love fluids, before he positioned his huge manhood right at her entrance.
Even while not fully in control, Damian chose the strongest female vampire among them for his first ti.
Lillian completely understood what was going to happen, and she so badly wanted it to happen as soon as possible.
Damian's manhood didn't even need his help to be positioned correctly, it hovered right in front of her entrance to her nether region and even seed to be growing harder and bigger.
Damian's body moved forward, and the tip of his manhood touched her entrance, sending a small shock through Lillian, who gulped as she felt its sheer size.
Just as it seed her seal was about to be broken, all six of them felt a couple of presences suddenly appear out of nowhere.
Before they could react, two gorgeous won, like goddesses, materialized in the grand room.
The Vampire King jolted awake from his dreamy state.
He jumped back, putting distance between himself and the newly appeared figures, while the five countesses moved behind him as if to stay under their king's protection.
"Who… who the hell are you?" Damian scread at the top of his lungs in fury, as a bloodthirsty aura started to emanate from him.
A blood-red aura mixed with his infinity Essence began to spread in every direction, and in the next second the entire castle began to shake.
The two goddesses looked at Damian's state.
It was the worst thing anyone could do to a being full of lust, to interrupt them in the middle of the act.
"How powerful… he has grown," Lenora, the silver-haired Goddess of Werewolves, muttered as she assessed the strength of the presence Damian was emitting in his fury, power that seed to have no end.
"Why the fuck are you here?" it wasn't Damian who was speaking but the Vampire King; Damian wasn't in control.
It was the Vampire Progenitor who was in charge, and he didn't like being interrupted during his private, intimate ti with his mates.
"Darling… you look so beautiful," Alia, the crimson-haired Goddess of Vampires, said with an excited expression on her beautiful face.
She didn't care about the deadly power emanating from Damian, because she knew he wouldn't harm them.
The five countesses recognized them both.
Every single creature of the night knew who they were, they had been creatures of the night themselves tens of thousands of years ago before they achieved godhood.
Now the forr alpha werewolf was the Goddess of Werewolves, and the forr Noble Vampire was the Goddess of Vampires.
Even though Alia was a goddess, she was still a Noble Vampire, and the Vampire King could feel it, she was experiencing the sa effects that the other female vampires felt in the presence of the Vampire Progenitor.
But she was better at controlling her emotions, unlike the five vampire countesses, but she didn't bother controlling them.
"Darling… you know who we are, don't you?" Alia asked.
The Vampire King still wore the sa intense, terrifying expression.
In his mind, he felt a jolt as if sothing was triggering sothing within him.
"I… You…" The Vampire King felt words stuck in his mouth, but for the first ti he finally managed to observe their faces, the Vampire Goddess and the Werewolf Goddess.
The mories of the beings in his Spiritual Library surfaced in his mind.
From those mories, he learned who these goddesses were, they were the patron goddesses of the vampire and werewolf races.
Then sothing strange started to happen.
The more he looked at their faces, the stranger the feeling beca, and his vision began to distort as everything overlapped with their images.
Yet the faces of Lenora and Alia remained constant, and he couldn't help but focus all his attention on them.
In the next mont, images he didn't know existed began to flicker through his mind.
They were locked away in the deepest recesses of his soul, now resurfacing.
"Alia… Lenora… how the fuck do I know you?" The deadly aura surrounding the Vampire King began to retreat back into his body slowly as Damian started to regain part of his control.
Maybe it was the influence of the two goddesses, but Damian sohow managed to get his emotions under control, although only a little.
But it was enough for him to think clearly.
But thinking wasn't doing any help, because he felt a large portion of unknown yet sohow familiar mories resurfacing.
In these mories, he saw the goddesses Alia and Lenora… and another goddess with him… in many places, together…
"You know who we are… you just have to think," Lenora, the werewolf goddess, moved closer and placed her hands on his bare chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat pounding like a supercar engine.
"You… are…" Damian didn't even have to think, because the mont she touched him, another wave of mories surged to the surface.
Damian grabbed his forehead, and the answer to who they were ca straight to him.
"You… you are my wives…"
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