I held her close, her soft, trembling body pressed against mine as she lay facing away, her chest rising and falling in the quiet rhythm of exhausted sleep. My arms coiled tightly around her waist, hands splayed possessively over the smooth curve of her stomach, feeling the warmth of her beneath my touch. The sheets below us were a chaotic mess, soaked and stained—a vivid testament to the savage entanglement we had shared.
My semi-erect cock rested lazily between the supple cheeks of her ass, slick and sticky with the remnants of our passion. Our mixed essences clung to every inch of us, a heady, primal mark of our coupling. Her thighs bore the unmistakable evidence, streaked with trails of milky fluid that dripped languidly down her pale skin, mingling with traces of her shimmering white blood.
Her body was a canvas of chaos and surrender, marked by the deep imprints of my bites and the crimson white trails of my claws. Angry scratches marred her back and shoulders, each one a testament to the ferocity of what had transpired. Her once-pristine white hair was a tangled, disheveled halo between us, strands sticking to her sweat-drenched skin and splaying across the bed like a crown of disorder.
I buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the mingled scents of her sweat, blood, and our release—a heady, intoxicating blend that lingered in the air. My lips grazed over the deep marks I'd left on her skin, savouring the warmth of her soft, pliant form beneath me. She lay still, spent and surrendered, her entire being wrapped in the aftermath of our primal union.
"Mhmm" She stirred purring like a cat. Her whole body moving to nestle closer to me.
"Looks like someone enjoyed themselves." I teased with a kiss on her neck which made her shiver. "Who wouldn't." came her soft and hazy voice as her hands held mine which were placed on her stomach."With someone soo perfect by their side to fulfil their need, who wouldn't enjoy themselves and be satisfied." She continued.
"I talked about Gunnar with Lucian." I said holding her tighter.
"Yes, he needs to be dealt with. He is getting too ahead of himself." Mother commented after a pause.
"Lucian said that he is Greedy." I told her. "Yes very greedy. We have ignored it till now. But now that he needs to go." She paused. "This will become perfect trap for him." I added.
"Yes. His greed and arrogance will be his undoing." She added. "Big things are happening. But first we need to clean the house and get unanimous support for you" came her lazy but determined voice.
"His defiance has run its course." She concluded.
"He is in charge of managing funds for this task," I continued. "He will present a proposal to request funding from the state."
There was a well-established procedure for handling estate management tasks. Each household, of course, had its own wealth and resources, but the estate itself operated with a centralized State Treasury to manage collective funds.
The elders on the council were deeply involved in their respective trades and businesses, generating their personal income from those endeavors. However, they were also obligated to contribute royalties to the state. This system extended beyond the council—every individual conducting business within the state paid taxes to the treasury.
Blood, the state's most vital resource, was uniquely managed by the ruling family—in this case, House Aestherisin. The house regulated its collection and trade, ensuring a steady flow of this essential commodity. Revenues from the trade were divided according to a strict formula: 60% was allocated to the State Treasury, ensuring the estate's collective prosperity, while the remaining 40% was retained by House Aestherisin to fund its operations and maintain its dominance.
The Aeshter Coin is the highest and most exclusive currency, reserved solely for House Aestherisin and occasionally used by the ruling council for monumental transactions, tributes, or ceremonial exchanges. This large, dark silver coin features an intricate engraving of a full moon surrounded by swirling clouds, symbolizing the house's dominance and mystique. Made of a unique dark silver alloy with faint magical properties, the Aesther Coin is more than currency—it is a mark of unparalleled power, used to trade ancient artefacts, or even secure alliances.
Beneath it lies the Crescent, a coin used by nobility, council members, and the wealthiest merchants for significant trade and acquisitions. Crafted from bright silver, it bears the design of a crescent moon surrounded by etched starlight, reflecting the refinement and elevated status of its users. Some Crescents feature embedded traces of blood-infused gemstones, adding to their elegance and intrinsic value. Crescents are often hoarded by the aristocracy, symbolizing their affluence and connection to the state's economy.
The Moonshard, named for its delicate, luminous appearance, used as the mid-tier currency. These small, crystalline tokens are forged from lunargent, a silver-infused mineral that glows faintly with a soft, moonlit hue. The design features a sliver of a crescent moon etched into its surface, surrounded by radiating light patterns. Moonshards are widely used by merchants and artisans, facilitating valuable trades and representing the prosperity of the estate's middle class.
At the base of the hierarchy is the Vitalis, a flat, lightweight token crafted from vitalium, an affordable yet durable metal infused with a trace of alchemical essence. Each token is etched with a simple circle that glows faintly when exposed to blood, ensuring authenticity. Vitalis tokens are the lifeblood of the economy, used for everyday transactions by the working class, such as purchasing food, clothing, or tools.
Twenty-four Vitalis are equal to one Moonshard, while twelve Moonshards equal one Crescent. One Aeshter Coin can be exchanged for fifty Crescent coins, but only with the express authority of House Aestherisin. The Aeshter Coin remains exclusive, used solely by the ruling family or occasionally found in the state treasury for monumental alliances or dealings with other grand houses.
Each Grand House possesses its own unique, exclusive currency: Aeshter Coins for House Aestherisin, Tide Coins for House Valeroth, Bloodrose Coins for House Sanguinary, Death Coins for House Mortavia, and Eclipse Coins for House Noctarion. These currencies are rarely exchanged unless significant trade agreements or alliances between houses are being forged.
To facilitate conversions and external trade, there exists a single, universal exchange centre called the Unity Vault. Its main branch Located in a neutral territory, while with one branch in each estate, the Unity Vault serves as a financial hub where currencies from the estates can be exchanged or stored. It also functions as a bank, safeguarding the wealth of individuals who wish to secure their savings under its protection.
"'He will ask for Crescent Coins,'" Mother mused , her voice bringing me back from my thoughts as I tightened my hold on her, her tone low and contemplative. 'I will keep an eye on his movements after the funds are granted. Gunnar's greed has always been his weakness, but this time, you will be the one to catch him and bring it to an end.
"Looks like someone is eager again," I said, to which she let out a soft laugh, her tone shifting from serious to a hazy, sultry softness.
I lined my cock, slick with our mingled juices, between her thick ass cheeks, letting the head press firmly against her tightly closed hole. She flinched, her white eyes snapping open as the sensation registered.
"All mine," I growled, thrusting forward. The silky resistance gave way as I pierced her tight flesh, my length sliding fully inside her in one powerful motion, tearing through the tension of her abundant softness.
"Aaghhh!" she cried, her whole body trembling violently. Her flesh jiggled with each movement, her insides clenching tightly around me.
I began thrusting in and out of her asshole in a relentless rhythm, my cock forcing her tight hole to stretch around me as I buried myself deeper. Her pussy throbbed and convulsed with each thrust, leaking a torrent of juices that dripped down her thighs. Saliva spilled from her lips as her eyes rolled back, her face a symphony of pain and ecstasy.
I sank my fangs into her neck, embedding them into her tender flesh and veins. Her white blood filled my mouth as her body quaked beneath me, releasing in uncontrollable waves. Juices gushed from her pussy, pooling below in a mixture so thick and unrestrained that it became impossible to distinguish between her pleasure and her surrender, unable to tell weather it was her pee or essence as they mixed together.
The sheets and floor were soaked, stained with the fluids of her torrential release. Her torn white dress lay in tatters beside scattered pearls, now slick and tarnished by the evidence of her complete submission. Her pained groans filled the room, blending with the loud, wet claps of flesh as I drove my length deeper, tearing through her silky flesh with relentless force.