VLADIMIR: The Last Blood Mage

Emelda****

As I was preparing to rise from my position and stretch my legs, the sound of the door opening caught my attention. I remained still, keeping my eyes open, as Chelsea entered the room. She had changed into a stunning white dress, and the flickering candlelight illuminated her figure, creating an enchanting aura around her.

"I'm sorry for hitting you," she said, her voice like music to my ears. I couldn't help but smile as I replied, "Thank you for rescuing me."

"It was nothing. By the way, I hope you recover soon. I would love to get to know you better. Please cooperate with Emelda, the nursing maid. She will take care of you until the family doctor returns from the healer's summit. He'll be back soon. Now, I must go and inform my father that you're here."

With a warm smile, she left the room, leaving me to contemplate my next move. Lost in thought, I was startled when the door opened again, revealing a woman dressed in a black maid's uniform.

"Hello, young sir. I am Emelda, the nursing maid. I will be taking care of you until the doctor returns or until you recover. I suggest you take a bath, and I will prepare it for you," Emelda said, turning to head towards the bathroom. It was then that I noticed her striking beauty, her black hair swaying with each movement. I couldn't help but wonder if all the women in this city were as captivating as she was.

Meanwhile, Chelsea made her way towards her father's study, her heart pounding with guilt. "Father, I hit a man," she exclaimed, knowing that her father had a soft spot for her.

City Lord Marshall, a towering figure with blue hair and pale sapphire eyes, turned his attention away from the neatly arranged books on the shelf to look at his daughter. "You hit a man, huh? Is he dead?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Dad! How could you say that? He's not dead, he's in guest room number four," exclaimed Chelsea in disbelief.

"Is that so? I would like to see him, take me there," he replied to the determined Chelsea.

City Lord Marshall emerged from his study, with Chelsea leading the way and stepped into the room where Vladimir was being checked on by Emelda, the nursing maid.

"Milord, milady," greeted Emelda with a bow as soon as she saw them enter the room.

"Yes, how is he?" inquired the city lord, looking at Emelda as if he recognized her.

"Milord, he is getting better. He just lacks blood, which is why he is weak," explained Emelda.

"Hmm, take care of him. When he is well, let him go," commanded the city lord assertively.

"Thank you, Father," expressed Chelsea happily.

"Yes, Chelsea, I have to go now. Later," said the city lord as he walked out of the room.

"Emelda, please take care of him," Chelsea instructed. "I will come and see you tomorrow."

"Milady, I would do my best to make him get better," replied Emelda with a bow.

"Yes, by the way, bathe him, will you?" Chelsea added before leaving the room.

"Yes, milady," responded Emelda, bowing again until Chelsea exited the room.

Alone in the room with Emelda, I opened mys eyes. I felt something, an intense thirst, unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

I knew what I needed...

"Emelda... Emelda, I need blood," he whispered. "I didn't hear what you said, could you repeat?" she leaned closer to his lips.

"I said I need blood," I repeated, my eyes shimmered with a red tint as my fangs grew. I swiftly sank my fangs into Emelda's neck, using my hands to suppress her screams.

After some time, i released her, and Emelda was left trembling and flushed in the face. "What... what did you do to me?" she began to panic.

"What did you-, what is happening to your eyes- " her words were cut short.

"YOU WILL CONTINUE YOUR ACTIVITIES NORMALLY AND FORGET WHAT HAPPENED ".

Sounded a gruff loud voice out of my mouth. Her eyes glistened with a red hue for some time then they dimmed out. 

I don't know how, or why I said those words. 

"Young sir, your bath, it's time," Emelda said as though nothing had just transpired. She left for the bathroom. 

"yes", I agreed half lost in thoughts 'did I just compel her to forget what happened '

I was still lost in thoughts when she entered the room "Your bath is ready young sir"

"Ohh, thank you", I stood up from my bed with my newfound strength. I guess it's what I got from the blood I just drank.

I walked towards the door of the bathroom, I expected Emelda to open the door and lead the way but no one came. I looked around and I saw a blushing Emelda staring at me. I followed her line of sight, I saw a tent made by my hot rod in my robe. I thought it as nothing. 

"Please Emelda my bath, I don't have all day".

she snapped out of her daze as I said those words.

"am sorry young sir, let's go" She led the way to the bathroom, and I took off my clothes before I got into the bathing pool. I stood there waiting for her to begin her duty, but I felt no one's presence in the pool with me. 

I looked around and saw Emelda standing at the edge of the shallow pool.

"what are you standing there for, get in here" 

"Yes, young sir, " Emelda stepped into the pool shyly and started washing my body. After some time cleaning, I saw she never reached my lower body, and I brought it to her notice. 

" You have not washed here". I said, pointing to my lower body.

" Yes, young sir, I'll attend to it now". She started with my thighs and then my legs but at all times she subtly touched my groin making it hard, erect and hot. 

" Young sir does this hurt" pointing at my hot rot, which was at this point facing the heavens, strong and erect.

At this point, I decided to see where this would lead us. "actually yes it does hurt, can you do something about it? " 

She took it seriously and the next thing she did I never expected it." Young sir let me see what I can do" With that her small hands met my shaft, caressing it as slowly and as carefully as she could. 

Still in shock, I decided to push my limits.

"Good Emelda, I want you to squat"

She did not reply but squatted raising her bubble butt into the air, both hands still on my shaft and her lips almost kissing the tip. 

She continued pumping with her hands. At first, it was slow then she picked up the pace and became faster and wilder in her movements. This went on for what seemed like an endless amount of time. At this point, she became frustrated as it looked as though her efforts were futile. Frustrated Emelda employed the use of her mouth as a vacuum to suck the venom out of my dragon. 

--slurp, slurp, slurp--

Slurping sounds filled the room as her mouth was out to work; I could not hold it in any longer I held her head and pulled. Pushing my shaft into places where no one had ever had the pleasure of exploring. her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as I released my venom into her throat.

After my release, Emelda managed to get up from her squatting position, thinking it was over she stood up and was about to walk out of the pool to get new clothes for me.

"We are not done yet" I reminded her as I pointed to my still-erect shaft. 

Almost out of the pool she turned around to look at my shaft drew in a cold breath and blushed hard. I walked towards her, I slowly unhooked the clips of her maid's gown letting it drop into the water exposing her endowed figure... Lord was she ravishing.

I picked her out of the water and carried her into the room and placed her as gently as I could on the bed. 

Already knowing what was about to happen, there was no escaping it. It was her fate. "

Young sir, please be gentle with me".

As she lay in bed I was in awe. Emelda was a woman in her early thirties as I speculated, but her breasts were still full. Her nipples were still hard as a result of the simulation, and her hips had an exquisite parabolic curve. Her black wet hair scattered on the bed and best of all a dripping wet honey pot all for me.