Seconds felt like minutes. Would she make it in time? She could not bear losing him, not now. She could feel something constricting her heart. The pain unbearable as she surged forward.
The goblin's head came off as she pierced it through the heart with her sword. Elysia stood a meter to the side, her hand bloodied. She had slapped its head off.
The battle raged behind Elysia. Seeing Luna take Ignatius's head in her arms, she realised Luna was crying.
Elysia crumpled to the ground, she pushed herself up, her skirt around her waist. "I am spent if only I had blood with me."
The moment felt surreal, as every detail played out like a story from ancient times. She inhaled sharply as she saw the wizard's eyes on her.
He had noticed her red lace panties and her smooth, shapely, long legs. He waved for her to come closer. She crawled on her hands and knees towards him, weakened. Ignatius held out his wrist to her, pressing it to her mouth. She looked at him in disbelief.
Ignatius spoke in a deep voice like thunder in the distance. "Elysia, feed on me. Only you and my dancing partner can dispatch the threat."
Her fangs elongated, and she bit down. She moaned, her body shuddering as she drank. Ignatius placed his hand on her ass, and she lavished in the intimacy as he squeezed her soft butt cheek. She moaned louder, moving up a bit.
Elysia stopped feeding, grinding her wet womanhood into his hand. Her eyes glowed crimson. She licked her lips and kissed his ear, whispering. "Thank you, wizard."
Luna stood her sword at the ready. She licked her lips unconsciously. Elysia's motions were intoxicating as she stood, her red silk panty wet as she covered her moist lips. She pulled her skirt down.
They looked at Ignatius's gleaming fingers. Luna nodded her head in acknowledgement. When did he remove his glove, she asked? The mask distorts her voice.
Elysia stared at his gleaming fingers. She winked at the wizard, feeling safe and blissful.
The two women rushed the remaining goblins. Two constables lay on the ground wounded. Three goblins dragged a young woman to the ground, ripping her clothes off. Luna dispatched them without looking back, their heads rolling under stalls.
The fight turned in their favour as Elysia cut down goblins with her sword. Her speed had tripled. She was a blur.
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Luna heard a dagger drop. She looked towards Ignatius, his hand bloodied. He had removed the dagger, his blood turning the stone around him crimson as he lay staring up into the air.
Luna plants her feet firmly on the ground and raises her sword above her head. She instinctively knew what to do as if driven by an unseen force. The blade caught the light.
As she does this, a serene expression washes over her face. Signalling her inner connection to the protective magic she is about to wield. She casts Guardian's Grace.
As Luna channels her energy, the runes on her sword glow, pulsing with a gentle white light. The ground around her feet illuminates in a circular pattern. Forming an intricate design that radiates outward.
A shimmering, translucent shield forms around Luna, extending to cover anyone within a few feet of her. This aura comprises interlocking, radiant hexagons that create an impenetrable barrier. The hexagons glisten with hues of silver and blue, symbolising the grace and strength of the guardian spirit invoked.
Within the protective field, motes of light dance around, resembling tiny fireflies. These lights impart a sense of calm and safety to those within the barrier. Any wounds or injuries sustained by allies began to heal as these lights passed over them, closing cuts and easing pain.
Luna herself glows with a faint, ethereal light. Signifying the boost to her defensive capabilities. Her movements become fluid and graceful, allowing her to deflect attacks. The magic enhances her natural agility and strength, making her a formidable protector.
The air around Luna hums with celestial harmony, creating an aura of peace and protection. A gentle breeze swirls within the barrier. Carrying the soothing scent of lavender and fresh rain.
The barrier held long enough for Luna and Elysia to dispatch the goblins.
Out of breath, Luna looked at Elysia and rushed to Ignatius's side. She lifted him off the ground with no effort. His arm around her shoulder. His legs were weak and trembled, his full weight rested on her. She marvelled at her strength. She would never have been able to do this before.
She walked towards an alley. "Hold on, please be okay."
While Elysia commanded her four constables and secured the area. She glanced back at the two who saved her. She spelt out thank you with her lips. Then turned back to the chaotic scene, shouting commands. She looked for an empty stall heading to it as her constables had things in hand.
Ignatius pulled a meat pie from his robe. He had no strength left, and maintaining the barrier took all his concentration. When the goblin stabbed him, he lost focus, the pain-numbing him. Writing appeared before them. Luna stopped. "What is the orb saying?"
Ignatius swallowed. "Congratulations, you have reached level five."
Golden light enveloped them, and the exhilarating feeling lasted for two minutes.
Luna hugged Ignatius. His strength returned after the golden light faded. "We are getting stronger," she giggled like a teen. "I need dry underwear as well."
Ignatius smiled with confidence. "Are you sure you're not lactating yet? Milk would go down well with this meat pie."
Luna hit his shoulder. "If they were, you would be the first to know."
Ignatius lay on the bed in their hideout, arms outstretched, and Luna reclined in a chair near him. Christie gathered up their disguises to clean and have his mended. Luna's Guardian's Grace had healed Ignatius's wound. Luna stared at Ignatius. Emotions she had never felt before had surfaced during the fight.
Her face was calm, and she felt protective of him. Although she had swallowed every drop in the alley, the taste lingered in her mouth and throat. She would protect him no matter the cost, she thought.
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Elysia could feel the power surging inside her, unlike anything she had ever experienced. The taste of the wizard's blood lingered on her tongue. A potent elixir sending waves of energy through her veins. She had heard of special blood before. It was warm, with strong vibrations overwhelming her.
Whispered myths of royal blood from the Sealy Court that could make a vampire invincible. She had never believed them. Now, she struggled to keep herself under control. Her body reacted in ways she hadn't anticipated.
Her Master had spoken of the rare privilege of tasting royal blood. A blessing that could make a vampire invincible for days. Not even Zarkon, their king and patriarch, had been so fortunate. He had once tasted the queen of the Sealy Court's blood during a war against forces from a distant dark realm.
Her name was lost to time in the turmoil after the war. Her Master never revealed her identity. He mentioned that royal blood had a side effect, yet he never uttered a word about it. The Unsealy court had erased her records. He had become invincible, slaying armies and drinking the vile creature dry that dared to invade their realm. Elysia had always dismissed these tales as fables—myths invented by people with great imaginations.
They had won this time. The wizard's blood had given her strength she could only dream of. She had to concentrate during the fight and climaxed after every minute. In the end, it faded after four hours.
Her constables' wounds had healed by a strong magic she had never seen before. Their magic paled in comparison to the dancers and the wizards. She had never heard of such powerful magic. She felt awe and confusion as she stood in the aftermath of the battle.
Chief Magnus arrived on the scene five hours after the incident. His efforts to find the mayor were fruitless. His eyes scanned the area. His eyes, as usual, started at her high heels, then stopped at her knees. "Do not tell me you peed yourself," he said, his tone a mix of disbelief and amusement.
Elysia, now very self-conscious, walked away, her mind racing. Climaxes still rocked her world. She couldn't shake the feeling of power. The strange, almost intoxicating sensation from the wizard's blood. She needed to understand what had happened and why it had affected her.
The power surged inside her. Climax after Climax weakened her muscles. She had Dehydrated, her mouth dry as a desert. She stared at the puddle behind a stall. She had kneeled there while her constables worked. She did not want them to see her climax and liquid squirt from her.
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Back at the station, Elysia sat in her office, trying to piece together the day's events. She had changed her underwear five times already. She had felt the power, the myths of royal blood.
The strange magic that had healed her constables all seemed connected. She needed answers, and she knew where to start. "Ugh-ugh-ugh, not again." she stood, her legs trembling as droplets ran down, taking a panty from her drawer.
She decided to visit the library. Hoping to find any records or books that could shed light on the myths of the Sealy Court and the power of royal blood. The Sealy court had been overthrown, and nothing was known about it today.
As she delved into the ancient texts, she uncovered the truth behind the legends. The stories of Zarkon and the queen of the Sealy Court were not fables; they were rooted in history. To her surprise, Zarkon was a real vampire. His powers and wealth were legendary.
Elysia's mind raced with the implications. If the wizard's blood had such an effect on her, what did it mean for her future? She needed to find the wizard and understand the source of his power. Her journey was beginning, and she knew it would be fraught with danger and discovery.
As she closed the book, a sense of determination settled over her. She would uncover the truth, no matter the cost. The power she had tasted was the beginning, and she was ready to embrace whatever lay ahead.
She would make this wizard her man or swear her allegiance to him. His power was addictive. She needed it. No, she craved it, she admitted. She would do anything to get more of it.