Three weeks had passed since Ella’s past life awakening.
She sat in her private office, the warm afternoon light filtering through tall windows as she reviewed documents concerning the management of her territory. Beside her stood Kane, her trusted aide—a 45-year-old former warrior who had once served with distinction in the kingdom’s military. He was a master martial mage, capable of weaving devastating spells into his fists and kicks, and even now, in his prime years, few could match his skill. Beyond his combat prowess, Kane was a brilliant strategist and an exceptional administrator.
He was also one of the very few humans who knew Ella’s true nature as a daywalker vampire. On the day he had discovered the truth, he had not flinched. He had simply looked into her sapphire eyes and seen that, despite her vampiric blood, she was not evil.
“My lady,” Kane said, extending an elegant envelope. “You have received an invitation to a social gathering.”
Ella accepted the letter and broke the wax seal. She scanned the contents with mild interest.
“Hmm… It is from Count Brad Levantes. A debutante ball to introduce his daughter to noble society. The event is in five days.”
She sighed inwardly. *Another tedious party. The Levantes estate is quite far from ours, but when a Count extends an invitation, refusal is rarely an option.*
Their discussion was interrupted when a male servant entered and announced that the blacksmith had arrived.
Ella’s eyes lit up with excitement. She rose immediately and went to meet Mr. Garrick in the courtyard.
The blacksmith presented his masterpiece with pride. He had followed Ella’s instructions precisely, forging the blade from a custom alloy he named Mithrisil — a dangerous fusion of mithril, carbon steel, and silver. The result was a perfectly balanced katana with a wickedly sharp edge and a subtle, lethal gleam.
Ella’s heart raced with thrill. This weapon would be devastating against both humans and supernatural foes. The silver-infused metal would sear vampire and werewolf flesh, preventing regeneration, while the razor edge could sever heads or limbs with terrifying ease.
She drew the katana from its lacquered sheath. The blade sang softly as it left the scabbard, catching the light with a deadly beauty. Ella performed a few practice swings, the air whistling around the flawless curve. A satisfied smile bloomed on her lips.
“Excellent work, Mr. Garrick. I am very pleased.”
She rewarded the blacksmith generously with a heavy pouch of gold coins. He left beaming, already dreaming of future commissions.
As a noble lady, Ella could not openly carry such a weapon herself. That evening, in the private courtyard, she had Tania practice throwing the sheathed katana to her from increasing distances. Each time, Ella blurred forward with her supernatural speed, snatching the blade from the air, drawing it in one fluid motion, and striking an imaginary foe. With every repetition, their coordination grew sharper and more instinctive.
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Later that night, Ella lounged on the balcony of her bedchamber beneath a sky scattered with stars. She wore only a sheer, almost translucent nightgown that clung to her full breasts and barely reached mid-thigh. In one hand she held a crystal glass of blood wine, sipping slowly as she gazed at the heavens.
She turned to Tania, who stood attentively nearby.
“Tania, find me one of our maids — a beautiful girl who is truly loyal to me.”
“Yes, my lady.”
Moments later, Tania returned with a lovely young woman named Liza. She had lustrous black hair that fell in silky waves down her back and warm brown eyes that sparkled with quiet devotion. Even in her simple nightgown, the generous curves of her body were impossible to ignore — especially the generous swell of her breasts that strained against the thin fabric.
“I am ready to serve you, body and mind, Viscountess,” Liza said softly, lowering her gaze respectfully.
Ella rose and approached her with predatory grace. She gently lifted Liza’s chin so their eyes met.
“Are you certain?” Ella asked, her voice low and velvety. “What if I want to make love to you? To taste and enjoy every inch of your beautiful body… would you still accept?”
Liza’s cheeks flushed, but her voice remained steady and eager. “I would gladly surrender myself to you, my lady. You may make love to me as much and as often as you desire.”
A wicked, satisfied smile curved Ella’s lips.
She leaned in and captured Liza’s mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. Their lips melted together, tongues dancing and exploring with growing hunger. When Ella finally pulled back, both women were breathing faster.
Taking Liza’s hand, Ella led her into the opulent bedchamber.
The moment the door closed, their lips met again in a fiercer, more desperate kiss. Ella’s hands roamed over Liza’s body as she slowly peeled the nightgown from her shoulders. The fabric slid down and pooled at Liza’s feet, revealing her completely naked form.
Liza’s body was breathtaking — full, heavy breasts that were even larger than Ella’s, with dusky pink nipples already stiff with arousal, a narrow waist, and wide, fertile hips. Between her thighs lay a smooth, hairless pussy, the lips already glistening with wetness.
Ella quickly shed her own nightgown, letting it fall away to expose her own perfect, voluptuous body — large, firm breasts with hardened nipples, a toned stomach, and her own slick, eager cunt.
They climbed onto the massive bed together.
Ella began her worship, kissing a slow trail down Liza’s neck, across her shoulders, and over the soft, heavy mounds of her breasts. She sucked one stiff nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it before moving lower — kissing down the trembling abdomen, then along the sensitive inner thighs.
By the time Ella reached her destination, Liza’s pussy was soaked, the pink folds swollen and shining with arousal.
With a hungry smile, Ella positioned herself so their cunts pressed together. The moment their slick, heated pussies met, both women gasped in pleasure. They began to move, grinding their wet slits against each other in slow, sensual waves. Their swollen clits rubbed deliciously with every roll of their hips, sending sparks of ecstasy through both bodies.
“Ahhn… my lady…” Liza moaned beautifully, her voice breathy and sweet.
Ella answered with her own soft, throaty moans as she squeezed and kneaded Liza’s large breasts, pinching the stiff nipples between her fingers.
They tribbed passionately, wet pussy lips sliding and kissing, nectar mixing and coating their thighs. Their eyes locked with raw desire and budding affection as pleasure built higher and higher.
Finally, climax claimed them both.
Their bodies arched in perfect unison. Their pussies clenched and gushed, squirting hot, sweet nectar in powerful jets that soaked their joined sexes and the silk sheets beneath them. Waves of blinding bliss crashed through them as they trembled and cried out in ecstasy.
After the intense orgasm subsided, Ella kissed Liza’s heaving breasts, then her neck, then her soft thighs, savoring the taste of her skin and the scent of their shared pleasure.
They came together again in a deep, lingering kiss. Ella then pressed a tender kiss to Liza’s forehead.
They rested in each other’s arms, bodies glistening with a light sheen of sweat, breathing slowly returning to normal.
After a while, Ella brushed a strand of black hair from Liza’s face and asked softly, “Liza… do you know what I am?”
“I’ve heard rumors,” Liza replied, meeting Ella’s gaze without fear. “And after seeing your fangs up close… I am certain you are a daywalker vampire.”
“And you are not afraid?”
“No, my lady. I am not afraid. You are a wonderful person. You have never hurt innocent people.”
Ella smiled warmly and continued stroking Liza’s hair. “I want to build a harem filled with beautiful, loyal women — women I can love and protect forever. I want you to be part of it. If you accept, we can be together for eternity… and I will cherish you always.”
Liza’s eyes shone with joy. “I would love to be in your harem, my lady. I will do anything for you.”
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