CHAPTER 132: GOOD NEWS

A few minutes later.

The room was already hot and filled with lust. But then Vlad’s laughter broke out, followed by Alvaro’s scolding.

"Can’t you stay still?" Alvaro grumbled, nervous on the vampire’s back.

"You’re going to kill me waiting, Sweety."

Alvaro pursed his lips, his toned body completely exposed. And don’t ask why he was willing to do this. He himself was surprised to find himself in such a situation.

He sat on Vlad’s thigh, holding the bottle of lubricant Vlad had given him. Although inexperienced, he had been fucked by the vampire many times, so he knew what to do.

But for several minutes he just sat there, silent, thinking, staring at Vlad’s sexy buttocks.

Why are his buttocks so adorable? he thought, unconsciously rubbing them with his hands.

Vlad chuckled again. "I told you, you won’t find any holes."

Alvaro glared and immediately slapped the butt hard. "I know how to do it!"

Vlad cursed softly when the knight spread his butt cheeks, which only increased his desire. But he knew Alvaro would give up soon.

Vlad clenched his fist quietly every time Alvaro inserted his fingers into his butt.

"You can’t do it there, Sweety. I told you," said Vlad.

Alvaro frowned. Vlad’s butt hole looked like a belly button. It wouldn’t open. No matter what he did, his fingers couldn’t go in.

Strange.

"Why is there no hole?" asked Alvaro.

Vlad laughed at Alvaro’s innocent question, especially at his curious face.

"I told you, you won’t find any holes."

Alvaro didn’t believe it, so he put his fingers back in. Stillnothing

.

"Then how do you poop?" asked Alvaro, confused.

Vlad turned around, smiling with amusement. "Have you ever seen a vampire shit?"

"What do you mean?"

"We are not humans. We don’t eat and drink like you. Basically, vampires are just lumps of flesh with magic that sustains our lives."

Alvaro was shocked. He had never thought of that. "You’re a living corpse?"

"More or less. We need humans to have offspring and rituals to stay young. Every ten years, we must perform a blood ritual as an offering to the devil. If not, they won’t extend our lives."

"So you’re not immortal?"

"We can be destroyed. Nothing is eternal. I can also be killed."

Alvaro was curious. "You can be killed? How?"

Vlad chuckled. "I don’t want to put my life at risk by telling you."

Alvaro was offended. "You’ve already fucked me, but you can’t trust me?"

"You even want to kill me now. Can you just stop with the hole? You know you won’t be able to fuck me there."

Alvaro clicked his tongue. He tried poking Vlad’s asshole a few more times.

"In case you didn’t know, I can still feel pain, Sweety."

Alvaro was really focused, but there really wasn’t a hole there. Maybe there used to be one, but now it looked dried up and sealed.

He felt disappointed. "I can’t fuck you. What’s the point?"

Vlad moved, turning around and making Alvaro fall to the side. "You can still use your hole, come here~"

"Ah, no! Today you are my slave, so you will not command me."

"Okay, okay, Master... Do what you want." Vlad propped himself up on his hands and looked casually at Alvaro, who was still staring at his manhood.

Whatever happened, an hour later Alvaro had been thoroughly fucked by Vlad. The room was filled with endless screams and moans.

Alvaro cursed again and again, but he also couldn’t control Vlad’s body. In the end, he released his sperm because of Vlad’s thrusts and could only lie down in resignation.

After all, they were satisfied.

Vlad leaned back on the headboard, pulling Alvaro next to him. "You really don’t have a talent for being a master," he whispered, making Alvaro blush.

Alvaro moved away, but the vampire pulled him closer. "But you’re a sweet and cute bottom."

"You know, that sounds more like an insult than a compliment," said Alvaro.

Vlad ran his fingers through Alvaro’s black hair, smiling.

"Are you close to the four people who brought you to the brothel that time?" asked Vlad, suddenly changing the subject, but still holding Alvaro tightly.

Alvaro was on guard. He was afraid Vlad would do something to them. "Why? They didn’t mean me any harm."

"I’m just asking because one of them is a spy from the wolf pack. I’m telling you so you can be careful," Vlad said softly, pulling Alvaro closer to kiss his neck.

Alvaro thought hard, trying to focus despite Vlad’s distraction. "Which one?" he asked.

"I think he’s about your age, has dark gray eyes, and wears bandanas on both hands."

Alvaro pushed Vlad’s face away from his neck. "Isla?"

Only Isla had those traits. But Vlad just shrugged as if he didn’t care. "I don’t want to know his name."

Alvaro stayed silent. Even though Vlad was strange and perverted, he never lied. But what did he mean, Isla was a spy for the wolf pack?

"What is the wolf pack? I’ve never heard of it. Is it some kind of sect?" asked Alvaro, curious.

"Do you want to know?" teased Vlad.

Alvaro was serious and nodded.

"Then climb onto my lap."

Alvaro frowned. Before he could answer, his body was already lifted and placed on the vampire’s cold thigh. He shuddered when he felt his penis rub against Vlad’s hard one.

Vlad casually ignored Alvaro’s reddening face and explained the relationship between humans, vampires, and wolves thousands of years ago.

"I thought they were just fairy tales," Alvaro said when Vlad finished.

"You see me now, you can touch me. Do I look like a creature from a fairy tale?" Vlad asked softly, grinning at Alvaro’s curiosity.

"So there are also groups of werewolves out there. Are they dangerous?"

"Just like humans, they can be evil and greedy."

Vlad didn’t say anything else, because humans had their own path if they were destined to meet the wolf pack. He just wanted to make sure Alvaro was careful. Other than that, he didn’t care about the palace or anything else, because everyone had their own destiny.

Alvaro kept thinking about Isla. Since when had that man been a spy? What did he want? And what would happen if he didn’t get it?

"How strong are they?" asked Alvaro.

"Very strong. You won’t be able to fight them. I just want you to be careful and stay away from him."

"Why don’t you kill him?"

"We have an agreement. Even if I wanted to, I can’t unless he causes damage."

"Who will punish you if you break the agreement?"

Vlad smiled. "No court is needed. We settle things our own way. There will definitely be a great war."

Alvaro shuddered. He couldn’t imagine what would happen if vampires and wolves went to war.

"Do you have an army?" asked Alvaro, worried they might have to fight one day.

Vlad kissed Alvaro. "You don’t need to worry."

***

In the middle of the night, Kai sat on a rock in the dormitory garden, looking at the moon hanging in the sky.

Was the king okay?

They had been enjoying the festival when a guard came to tell Sylas to return to the palace immediately because something had happened to the king.

They spoke privately, but Kai overheard them. After that, Sylas hurriedly took him back to the palace, dropped him off at the dormitory, and left right away.

Kai didn’t mind, even though he still wanted to spend more time with the man. Sylas must be very worried about the king.

What really happened?

Kai stared at the clothes from Sylas that he was still wearing. He didn’t want to take them off. He even fell asleep in them.

The next day, he was surprised when he heard Mrs. Gremblin’s voice waking him up.

"Hey! Wake up! We’re going to church now!"

Kai rubbed his eyes. What was going on?

But he didn’t say anything and quickly put on his shoes. He hurried to follow the woman.

The church was packed with people, even outside. The gates were wide open.

"I heard they’re holding a prayer service because the king can walk again."

"But he’s still in a wheelchair?"

"They say it will take time for him to walk again, but the king can already feel his legs."

"That’s good. I think the festival really helped. Maybe a lot of people prayed for his well-being."

The bells rang. Kai covered his ears because the sound was so loud it shook the ground.

So the king can walk again? That means Sylas is in there?

Kai stared at the open church door, but there were too many people. The servants and guards seemed to be praying too.

The sound of singing echoed.

And the good news about the king’s condition spread quickly. It made the last few days of the festival even more lively.

Amos stood not far from Kai. He spoke to Selmora through his inner voice.

"Selmora, why can’t I cast my spell on him?"

Selmora sighed. "You cannot influence someone who has no desire or greed."