My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

Chapter 421 You spent 150 years... Having sex?...

The scene shifted to a quieter environment, though the tension still hung in the air. Nafiri and Misty were seated around an improvised stone table, along with Skyla, Mercedes, and Jeanne.

They were waiting for Dante and his wives, who were taking longer than anyone had expected.

It had been just over a day since he entered the hot spring with his wives and still hadn't returned.

"I don't know about you, but this is starting to make me impatient," Nafiri muttered, resting her chin on her hand and tapping her fingers on the table. "Who knows what they're doing? What could possibly be taking this long?"

"Do you really need to ask?" Misty replied sarcastically, raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms. She seemed less surprised than Nafiri. "The guy came back almost like a god, and those women... Well, they have their priorities." She let out a dry laugh, but there was a trace of envy in her voice.

Skyla, the most reserved and the one actually busy with a few things Dante had asked her to do, glanced toward the horizon. Her expression was calm, but her eyes revealed a hint of concern. "I understand that he needs time to... decompress," she said, choosing her words carefully. "But we can't ignore that time is running out. Something big is about to happen."

"Exactly," Jeanne, the most serious among them, adjusted her gloves and looked at the others. "We've received more news about Mary Rose and her forces... They attacked a ruin in the Eastern Kingdom..."

Mercedes, who had been silent until now, sharpening a dagger, looked up with a small, mocking smile. "Prepared? Speak for yourselves. I've been holding my sword, waiting for the next target. And you, Jeanne, are so focused on what's coming next. How about focusing on the now? If Dante is... busy, so be it. He always comes back, doesn't he?"

Jeanne huffed, but didn't argue. Meanwhile, Nafiri looked at the sky, clearly bored. "I hope he can stop this. I'm tired of waiting while the whole world seems on the verge of falling apart." She paused and glanced at Misty with an intrigued expression. "Do you think he's having more fun than he should?"

Misty let out a short laugh. "I think he deserves to have fun. I just hope he comes back with his head on straight. Or at least enough energy to not leave us hanging."

At that moment, a strange wind swept through the area, carrying with it a palpable sense of pressure. The women fell silent for a moment, instinctively going on alert.

"Was that... Dante?" Skyla asked softly, almost fearing the answer.

Mercedes spun the dagger between her fingers and stood up, her face tinged with excitement. "I think the party's over. He's coming back."

"Well... the Valkyries are already here, the Virtues, and everyone else..." Jeanne spoke.

The scene shifted to the silent interior of the library. The immense bookshelves, filled with ancient tomes, created labyrinthine corridors of knowledge, dimly lit only by the soft glow of a few candles. Fenrir was focused on organizing a stack of worn books, her movements quick and sure, but her expression carried a rare tranquility.

She ran her fingers along the cover of one of the books, feeling its aged texture beneath her nails when, suddenly, her body stiffened. An invisible current ran down her spine, causing every hair on her body to stand on end.

Fenrir froze immediately, her eyes narrowing, her ears—still in humanoid form—moving instinctively to detect something in the environment.

Then, she felt it.

A smell. Not just any smell. It was so dense, so lascivious and saturated with... lust, that it seemed to carry a physical weight. The scent cut through the air like an oppressive wave, striking directly at Fenrir's keen sense of smell. It was something impossible to ignore.

Fenrir's head hit Dante's firm chest with a thud, her small body trembling against him as she tried to regain her composure. She could feel the heat radiating from his skin, the scent of him filling her nostrils and making her head spin with desire. It took all the willpower she had not to bury her face in the crook of his neck and breathe him in deeply.

"I'm fine..." She stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just... Give me a minute."

But even as she spoke, Fenrir could feel her resolve crumbling. Her body was on fire, every nerve screaming for Dante's touch. She wanted to feel his hands on her skin, exploring every inch of her curves. She wanted him to take her, to make her completely his.

Fenrir bit her lip hard, trying to distract herself from the pain throbbing between her legs. But it was no use. Her body was betraying her, pushing her further and further towards the brink of oblivion.

"I... I can't..." She whimpered, her eyes closing as a wave of pleasure washed over her. "Dante... Please..."

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Dante's hand came up to caress Fenrir's cheek, his thumb running lightly over her trembling lower lip. "Shh... It's okay," he murmured, his voice low and soft. "I've got you."

And then, without warning, he leaned down and captured Fenrir's lips in a searing kiss. His mouth was hot and hungry against hers, his tongue delving deep to taste her completely. Fenrir moaned into the kiss, her hands tangling in Dante's hair as she pulled him closer.

It was as if a dam had burst inside her, all the pent-up desire and craving pouring out in a rush. She clung to Dante like a lifeline, desperate to feel more of him, to lose herself completely in his touch.

Then... She quickly pushed him away! "W-why did you do that!" She said frightened... After all... It was her first kiss...

"Huh? You wanted it" He spoke as if it were... nothing... "Besides... it looks like I caused it..." He said as he looked at the completely helpless Wolf Goddess.

Fenrir felt herself blush at Dante's remark. She bit her lower lip, embarrassed and ashamed of what she had done. She had kissed him without thinking, driven by the burning fire of desire that consumed her body.

"I... I'm sorry..." She mumbled, looking down at the floor. "I don't know what came over me. I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay." Dante interrupted her, his voice soft and reassuring. "I don't mind."

Fenrir looked up at him in surprise. "You don't mind?" She repeated, incredulous.

Dante smiled a quiet, warm smile. "Why should I? I caused it by being irresponsible with my smell. There's nothing wrong with that. I just took responsibility..."

"And well... after 150 years, I find it difficult that my scent hasn't left its mark on my body... After all... I did a lot of things in the hot spring..." Dante spoke with a crooked smile and scratched his head...

Fenrir's eyes widened... "150 years?..." She muttered...

"1 year was ten minutes... I stayed more than 24 hours..." Dante said...

"You spent 150 years... Having sex?..."