The cold, moonlit night hung over Carmilla's territory like a darkened veil, the massive walls towering above Kazuya, Medusa, and Elmenhilde as they stood before the gateway. The air was thick with the scent of ancient stone and the faintest trace of decay. Kazuya gazed up at the towering structure, his mind momentarily flashing to the colossal walls that reminded him of walls in Attack on Titan.
The atmosphere felt as ominous as those scenes—there was something unnervingly vast about the scale of everything here. It was the domain of vampires, after all, and everything about this place screamed it. From the imposing walls to the cold, distant sky overhead, it all felt...wrong in an exhilarating way.
Two female vampires, dressed in flowing dark robes, stood guard before the gate. Their gazes bore down on the trio, but neither Medusa nor Kazuya flinched. Kazuya met their gaze with nonchalance, as if the cold stares of vampires were just another part of the scenery. Medusa, on the other hand, appeared calm but slightly amused by the situation, her posture relaxed but poised, the very definition of grace under pressure.
Elmenhilde, standing beside them, didn't seem to mind the stares, either. She took a step forward, and her voice cut through the silence. "We'll be taking this carriage into Queen Carmilla's fortress," she announced, her tone formal but not unkind.
Kazuya, ever the smart-mouthed troublemaker, smirked. "A carriage? You're telling me, with all the resources at your disposal, that we're still stuck with this old-timey transport? Don't you guys have cars by now?"
Elmenhilde shot him a side-eye, her lips curling into a brief, disapproving smile. "It's tradition. We must ride in this way. It's our custom."
Kazuya shrugged, not particularly invested in the matter. "I guess I can live with that," he muttered, though the idea of a carriage still amused him.
As if summoned by the very conversation, a grand carriage appeared from the distance, pulled by two black horses whose hooves clacked against the cobblestone road. The ornate carriage was a sight to behold—its gothic design covered in intricate carvings of dark, twisted vines and skulls, the dark wood reflecting an almost supernatural gleam under the pale light. It was like something pulled directly out of a horror movie, but Kazuya couldn't deny that it piqued his interest.
When the carriage finally came to a halt in front of them, Kazuya raised an eyebrow. "Well, at least it's got style," he muttered as he stepped inside, Medusa following closely behind him. Elmenhilde, a few paces behind, climbed in after them, the door closing silently behind her.
As they moved further into the heart of Carmilla's territory, the streets outside seemed to come alive with vampire activity. Their city was a place out of time—gothic architecture towering above them like remnants of a forgotten age, with streetlamps casting an eerie, dim glow over the cobblestone roads. The few vampires who crossed their path looked on with curious, if not wary, eyes. The entire area had a heavy, almost oppressive vibe—one that seemed to be made of shadows and secrets.
Bored, Kazuya glanced out the carriage window, sliding the thick curtains aside. He saw women dressed in dark, flowing dresses, walking with a haunting grace down the cobbled streets, eyes cold and unfazed by his presence. It was like stepping into a dream—or a nightmare, depending on how you saw it. It wasn't exactly like the movies, but it had that same aura.
Suddenly, he was aware of the eyes on him, and not in a good way. All of the gazes from the female vampires seemed to focus on him, scrutinizing him with a mixture of curiosity and disdain.
"Seriously?" Kazuya muttered under his breath, sliding the curtain back into place. "Maybe I should've dressed like a vampire too."
Elmenhilde was still talking, rambling about the Carmilla faction's history and her queen's rise to power, but Kazuya wasn't really listening. Instead, his mind wandered, his fingers drumming lightly on the seat beside him. He pulled out a small slice of cake from his pocket—because why not?—and, as if on cue, Medusa's sharp gaze snapped to the dessert.
"Do you want some?" Kazuya asked, noticing the way her eyes followed the cake with an intensity that was almost predatory.
Medusa gave him a subtle nod, and without a word, he handed the slice to her. As she devoured it, her mouth delicately savoring the bite, Kazuya couldn't help but smile faintly. There was something satisfying about this quiet moment—almost like it was the only semblance of normalcy amidst all the madness surrounding them.
Elmenhilde, of course, took notice of the cake. "Is that cake?" she asked, clearly more interested in the dessert than the subject she had been droning on about.
Kazuya, nonchalant as ever, offered her a slice too. "Want some? I guess not"
Without waiting for her response, he took out another slice for himself, his focus shifting entirely to the cake. Elmenhilde, too proud to ask, instead merely watched with faint jealousy as Medusa consumed the sweet indulgence. A slight humph escaped her lips, clearly irritated by Kazuya's indifference to her.
"Don't ignore me!" Elmenhilde snapped after a few moments.
Kazuya, still savoring his own cake, glanced at her. "Tell me about the Tepes faction. They sound more important than your endless history lessons."
That got her attention. "The Tepes faction, huh?" She sighed, clearly less than thrilled to discuss her enemies. "Their leader was Marius Tepes—the one you killed, if you recall. But now, his father, William Tepes, has assumed leadership. He's gathering his sons, brothers, and cousins to attack you. They're preparing an army, and... well, Carmilla will make sure you survive long enough for it to all play out."
Kazuya, meanwhile, was far from worried. He took another bite of cake and laughed, shaking his head. "Those vampires are cowards. They attack in groups, hoping their numbers will make up for their lack of real skill. First, it was Marius, and now his father. They're all just self-important fools who'll die from their own pride."
Elmenhilde shot him a look, clearly unimpressed, and just as she opened her mouth to speak again, Kazuya turned his attention to the carriage driver—a female vampire. Her dark eyes met his, a flash of something hidden beneath the surface.
"Don't you agree?" Kazuya asked, half-mocking.
The vampire driver didn't flinch. She remained stoic, her hands gripping the reins. "No," she said simply, and without warning, she hurled a sword directly at Kazuya's face.
It was an act of aggression, but Kazuya barely flinched. Before the sword could reach him, Medusa was already there, her dagger flashing as she deflected the strike effortlessly. The atmosphere in the carriage shifted, the air crackling with tension.
Suddenly, the carriage began to glow, and the driver's form shimmered with an eerie light.
Kazuya reacted instinctively, grabbing Elmenhilde and throwing her onto his back as he leapt from the carriage, Medusa following swiftly behind him. The explosion that followed was deafening. The carriage, once a beautiful relic of gothic design, was obliterated, its pieces scattering into the night, its flames licking the air beneath the statue of Carmilla in the center of the square.
Kazuya set Elmenhilde down, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she regained her composure. "How… did you know?" she demanded.
Kazuya's response was simple. "Just messing with the driver," he said with a shrug, his tone completely indifferent "Guess it turned out to be best for us. Life, Elmenhilde. Such is life"
Elmenhilde stared at him, wide-eyed. She had no idea how this person was so strong and so stupid at the same time.
Kazuya had heard everything the driver had said to someone on the other end of a magical communication device while heading towards them earlier. The driver, it turned out, had been a vampire sent to eliminate him on behalf of the Tepes faction. His enhanced hearing had saved him from an attack he hadn't even known was coming.
A sound echoed through the night as a flurry of bats swooped down, forming the outline of Carmilla herself. The queen's voice rang out, concerned yet controlled. "Are you alright, Kazuya sama?"
Elmenhilde wasted no time recounting to her queen what had transpired. Carmilla's face shifted between guilt and gratitude. She apologized for not being more cautious, but Kazuya, ever the one to keep things light, shrugged. "It was because of Elmenhilde that I'm still breathing."
Elmenhilde twitched at his casual comment, but before she could retort, Carmilla let out a soft giggle. "Very well," she said, her smile sly. "I'll have arrangements made for another carriage to take you to the fortress."
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As they moved forward, the two women accompanying Kazuya as they traversed the fortress. It was an imposing place, every room carved from the heart of stone, with heavy, black curtains obscuring the outside light. The air smelled faintly of incense and something darker. Carmilla turned to Kazuya as they walked.
"Are you hungry, Kazuya sama?" she asked softly. "We can prepare a meal for you, if you'd like."
Kazuya looked over at her, his mind already racing. "How about we make it private?" he suggested, catching her off guard.
"I have a special steak in mind," he added with a mischievous smile. "Something I think you'll enjoy."
Carmilla's eyes glimmered as she blinked in surprise before her gaze softened with an almost childlike excitement. "A private meal... I'd like that very much."
Kazuya found himself in Carmilla's vast, dimly lit quarters. The room was less a bedroom and more a grand hall designed with lavish decadence. As the scent of sizzling steak filled the air, Carmilla's eyes widened with appreciation.
"Do you have some kind of magical cooking power?" she asked eagerly.
Kazuya simply smirked. "No, just some culinary skills."
When the first piece of steak hit her tongue, her reaction was almost overwhelming—an audible moan of pure pleasure escaped her lips, her eyes closing in delight. She reached for more, devouring it as if starved. Each bite seemed to drive her into a frenzy, consuming not only the food but the very air around her.
Before long, she had eaten more than thirty pieces of steak, her body glowing faintly with warmth. Her pulse quickened, a deep, unsettling heat settling within her. Her gaze shifted from the food to Kazuya, and something changed. She felt a deep, primal pull—her desire shifting.
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The air in Queen Carmilla's chamber had grown heavy—thick with the mingled aroma of sizzling steak and something deeper, more primal. The violet light from stained-glass windows bathed her skin in hues of red and blue, giving her an ethereal glow as she finished licking her fingers clean of the last steak's juices.
Her chest rose and fell faster now, cheeks flushed with heat no vampire should feel so easily.
"Kazuya...sama" she whispered, voice trembling.
He turned to her, noting the shift in her body language—the way her thighs pressed together, the way her lips parted as if searching for more than just food. She stood up slowly, like a predator moving toward prey, her eyes locked on his with a kind of hunger that had nothing to do with steak.
"You alright?" he asked, feigning innocence.
But she didn't answer. Her eyes shimmered—pupils now shaped like hearts, glowing faintly. She stepped closer, her arms slipping around his shoulders, and pulled him into a sudden, searing kiss.
It was no royal peck, no courtly courtesy.
It was heat. Need. Lust.
Her lips crushed against his, soft and trembling. Her hands explored his chest through his shirt, nails trailing down with barely restrained desire. Kazuya responded, not pushing her away—just letting her indulge, just letting it happen.
A string of saliva connected their mouths when she finally pulled back, eyes hazy, lips swollen from the force of their kiss.
"I feel... strange," she murmured, voice breathy.
He didn't answer. He didn't need to.
The Queen's silk gown slipped off her shoulders, gliding down her arms and falling to the floor in a whisper of fabric. Her flawless porcelain skin shimmered under the moonlight filtering through the stained glass—an otherworldly beauty, powerful and vulnerable all at once.
She pushed him backward toward the bed—no hesitation now, no royalty, no regal pride. Just raw desire.
He sat at the edge of the oversized mattress, watching her as she slowly knelt between his legs, eyes never leaving his. Her hands moved to his belt, undoing it with trembling fingers. Her lips kissed a trail from his neck to his collarbone, then lower, until her warm breath ghosted over his abdomen.
Kazuya looked up for a moment, seeing the massive oil painting of Queen Carmilla above the bed—her regal, prideful image frozen in a smug, majestic pose.
Then he looked down.
The very same Queen knelt before him now, her face flushed, lips slightly parted, hunger burning in her eyes.
'This is insane,' he thought, swallowing thickly. 'She wants to kill me, and now she's about to...'
His thoughts scattered as she pressed her lips to his skin, inch by inch, her hands moving with purpose and impatience.
'Damn it, Lilith,' he muttered internally. 'I said truth serum… and you gave me lust serum.'
But as her tongue traced along his abdomen, and her soft moans vibrated against his skin, he stopped caring. His hands slid into her silken hair as she worshipped him not as a queen... but as a woman starving for something she'd denied herself too long.
Kazuya closed his eyes, letting go of thought.
So this is how I lose my virginity...
To a queen who plans to poison me—
—while on her knees, begging for more.
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