Seamus groaned as he forced himself not to climax, cold sweat sliding down his temple.

His breathing was ragged, every exhale shaking while Dahlia's inner walls kept clamping down on his cock, good.

"Ahhh, hahh… fuck me more, Seamus~"

Dahlia begged, her hand rising to touch his cheek, fingers trembling with need.

He kissed her, full of lust, their mouths colliding in a messy, hungry tangle. His tongue slipped into hers, only for her to suddenly bite his lips.

Blood welled up instantly. Dahlia's eyes sharpened with hunger as she sucked at the wound, drinking every drop until his lips stopped bleeding.

Seamus shivered from the aphrodisiac that slowly seeped into his bloodstream, heat spreading under his skin like liquid fire.

He grabbed her waist and shifted her, turning her body so she faced him. Her breasts pressed tightly against his chest, her nipples brushing his skin until they hardened again.

"Oh, Seamus… pound me while I drink your blood," Dahlia whispered.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, and a thin string of blood mixed with saliva trailed from her lips.

He felt her fangs prickling against his neck, light and teasing at first. At the same time, he lifted her hips and dropped her down onto him, meeting her halfway with a forceful thrust.

"Holy shit… this is so hot," he muttered, voice cracking as his hips snapped forward again.

He thrust faster, deeper, their bodies hitting with wet sounds that echoed across the garden.

Somewhere behind them, Aconite's presence faded from his awareness, but he didn't care. Dahlia's pussy was trembling around him, dripping beautifully, pulling him deeper each time he moved.

His cock throbbed inside her, desperate, needy, no longer satisfied by the pace he'd kept before.

He tightened his grip on her thighs and drove his hips up sharply.

Dahlia moaned into his neck, her breath hot and shaky.

"Seamus… more…"

Her walls fluttered around him again, squeezing him with every movement, and he groaned louder, losing the last bit of restraint he had left.

"Hahh, I'm gonna make you feel good you can't fuck anyone else anymore."

Seamus pushed her down again, harder this time. Dahlia cried out, her nails dragging across his back as her whole body jerked from the impact.

"Hahh! Yes! Right there, Seamus! Right there—" she gasped, her voice breaking as her hips bounced helplessly with every thrust.

Her fangs finally sank into his neck once more. Not deep enough to hurt, just enough for the heat to spike in his veins.

"D-Dahlia… shit…" he growled, grabbing her waist and slamming her down to meet his rhythm.

Her pussy tightened instantly, squeezing him so tight he nearly lost control on the spot.

"HNGGHH!!! AHHH! I'M GOING TO CUMMM!!!"

Dahlia's voice snapped into a sharp moan as her body convulsed around him. Nectar gushed down his shaft, her walls trembling violently while she bit his neck again, shaking from her climax.

The feeling dragged him with her.

Seamus let out a low, desperate groan. His hips jerked upward, a couple of times as he couldn't hold it in anymore.

Then he came hard inside her, his cock throbbing as release spilled deep into her still-twitching walls.

Dahlia slumped against him, panting, still clinging to his neck as if she needed to drink more.

Seamus exhaled shakily.

"Damn… that was insane…"

Both of their breaths tangled in ragged, uneven pulls as they tried to steady themselves. Dahlia clung to him tightly, still humming the soft tune she had danced to hours before. Her body was warm, lazy, and satisfied.

His cock slipped out of her pussy with a wet flop, followed by a slow spill of his semen rolling down her folds.

"We need to do this every day," Dahlia sighed, her voice dreamy.

"I've never had sex this good before. I wonder if it's the size of your cock, my skills, or your blood that drives me insane."

"All of it combined?" Seamus laughed breathlessly. "Anyway… where's Aconite?"

"Nah, she probably ran off from embarrassment. She always backs out when something's too much for her."

"I see. That's a shame," Seamus muttered, though he was already satisfied as a system notification blinked in front of him:

[Congratulations on adding a new harem member!]

[Do you want to see the status of "Dahlia Draemir"?]

'Yup, roll it in, system.'

[Name: Dahlia Draemir]

[Age: 722 years old]

[Race: Vampire]

[Level: 65]

[Affection: 20/100]

[Lust: 80/100]

[Evolution Stage: Transcendance]

[Sigil: Hybrid Bloodstyle]

[Catalysmic Sentient (Stage Three: Dominion of Delirium)]

[Attributes:]

[Sanguine Vein: 8500]

[ATK: 3,100 | DEF: 2,890 | SPD: 3,260 | STR: 3,050 | CHA: 3,580 | VIT: 3,955]

'Tell me more about her bloodstyle.'

[Dahlia Draemir is a hybrid of Psyche Bloodstyle and Dominion Bloodstyle.]

[Catalysm Sentient: the ability to manipulate and control creatures' emotions, turning them into a spatial domain or forming psychic constructs and terrain.]

[Stage Three: the user can build a domain with full control, implanting emotions, breaking minds permanently, or creating a new "reality" inside their perception.]

Seamus rubbed his chin. Since her power partly relied on Psyche's attributes, it meant any psychic skill would only work on opponents with a lower Sagacitas Perimeter.

"Meaning… this won't work on Isolde," he muttered.

Dahlia tilted her head. "What are you daydreaming about? Thinking about another woman right after fucking me so hard? Isn't that cruel?"

Seamus chuckled. "Sorry. It's just… complicated."

He needed advice. Someone who wasn't Isolde or familiar with her, someone who wouldn't twist his thoughts.

He knew the most effective path with her was cooperation, but staying under her control forever was impossible.

"If you have someone extremely manipulative and strong—so strong they keep using you—but in the end you share the same purpose, what would you do?" he asked quietly.

"Partner?" Dahlia snorted.

"To be partners, both sides need equal standing. Based on what you're describing, Seamus, that's not a partner. You're a pawn."

She continued, voice calm but sharp enough to cut. "And pawns are disposable. They get tossed away once they're no longer useful. I doubt you'll last long enough to reach that shared purpose."

Her words hit deeper than he expected, and she knew it.

"If you become a pawn but you 'can't fight or run,' what will you do then?" he asked.

"That's exactly why you're a pawn. Excuses." Dahlia brushed her fingers lightly across his chest, teasing yet firm.

"There are two kinds of people, Seamus. The ones who carve their own path with confidence, power, and brains, because they know what they want."

Her fingers circled slowly, almost hypnotic. "And the second kind… followers. Pawns. Passengers. The ones who keep obeying because it's the only way they think they can reach their goal."

She lifted her head, her eyes locking onto his. "So. Which one are you?"

His eyes widened. Her words settled deep, uncomfortable but true. He had been waiting for Isolde to move him, guide him, and use him.

If he wanted to revive Viviane, he needed to stop being dragged and start moving on his own.

He needed to gather his own intel. Break out of Isolde's leash. Stop pretending he didn't have choices.

Because the truth was simple:

He had been a follower. A coward. A pawn.

And that night, he finally decided what he would do.

***

Madeline stood in front of the mirror, eyes closed, her breath steady but tense.

Three floating mirrors circled around her, each showing a different scene: Seamus having sex in the garden, the Rowani city under its dusky light, and the third one still blank like a stubborn page refusing to reveal anything.

"Come on… where are you? Where are you hiding…" Her voice echoed softly, almost desperate.

The sudden slam of a door opening behind her made her flinch. All three mirrors dropped at once, shattering across the floor in a burst of glittering fragments.

"Damn it!" Madeline snapped, spinning around with her brows knitted sharply. "Who is it? Do you know knocking exists?"

"Sorry, Madeline," Diane said, her voice lower than usual.

She stood there with her posture small and her eyes puffy and wet, trying — and failing — to pretend nothing was wrong.

"You… I know you've been busy searching for someone. But I know the real reason is helping Seamus, right?"

She exhaled shakily. "So… Can I help you instead?"

Madeline crossed her arms slowly, giving Diane a long stare from head to toe. "What's wrong with you? You look miserable. Did you just break up with Seamus?"

"You have those mirrors," Diane muttered. "So you should know."

"Oh, well." Madeline shrugged lightly. "But even if you want to help, I don't think you can do much."

Diane's frown deepened immediately. "Ugh, then just tell me what's going on! I know you know what my mother is planning!"

Her fists clenched, determination burning through the leftover tears in her eyes.

Madeline let out a long, theatrical sigh. "This is exactly why children are annoying." She rubbed her temple but finally nodded. "Fine. You can help."

She pointed a finger at Diane's chest, stern but not unkind. "But don't get in the way."

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