22: Blood Related

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Blood Related

=Chapter 1: The lucid voice.=

Having travelled for a few weeks now the mind had grown tired, Florandus Vindivicus laid quiet in the tavern room resting his weary eyes. The room where he slept was dark and in slight disrepair, this was not a bother for sleep though and he made sure to sleep as long as he could. His dreams however where more than a little bit troubled. In his shimmers of the night the ranger rolled in a bed much larger than the tavern’s he had been in moments ago.

No matter how he moved he kept being drawn into the arms of a figure with glowing red eyes which shined like Demongems. Her voice was distant, but nevertheless they reached deeply into the ranger’s consciousness, sweet nothings she whispered into his ear and kisses where felt along his neck. "Come to me my baby, come to me.." Two velvet hands flowed over his back with the grace of a ballroom dancer till the kisses stopped with the sound of breaking skin. An intense pain engulfed the dreaming man’s neck, almost like two razor-sharp pins had been stabbed into it. The ranger shot out of his dream, cold sweat over his face. He immediately felt his neck, to his surprise there were no wounds..

Florandus rolled over and rubbed his face, making sure he was awake. Silently he whispered the words: "Come to me.." He got out of bed and stretched his limbs, checking the condition his body was in, it felt sluggish. He took up his gear and walked to a nearby desk, tapping the side of a rotten chair he sighed as the furniture collapsed. “Everything in here seems to be junk..” He placed a parchment on the desk, rolling it open to reveal a large map easily as big as the desk itself. It showed the mainland, the Mist content to the North-east and Zipangu to the South-east of the main island. More of these continents dotted the world, though these where not yet revealed. To the left of the Mainland where another few lands drawn, but these were not continents at sea, they were dimensions, Wonderland, Pandemonium, Heaven.

Looking at the map he could clearly see where he had been. The map was mostly covered in a grey haze, yet the paths he had taken and the cities he had been in where all revealed like a magic map that tracked one’s progress. He looked down to where he was now, near the east side of the Mainlands. He rolled up his map and put it away, ready to explore more of the world. He left the tavern, ready to go on after a moderately good night’s sleep. Dressed and ready to go the ranger looked at the three roads leading out of the village. Somehow one of these roads seemed very compelling, before he realised it Florandus had taken more than several steps over it. This was strange to him since it only lead to a coastal city. Florandus became weary, why was the attraction telling him to go to the sea? He was sure the pain in his neck was not a sea creature's doing... Cogs in his mind suddenly clicked together as he realised the source of the voice, it was a memory in his mind he had long since cast aside as it seemed unimportant at the time. He narrowed his eyes and set out for the coastal city.

=Chapter 2: Making an entrance.=

Florandus set his foot on the wooden beams and stone paths that made up the docks. At both sides he passed merchants selling fresh fish and sailors carrying cargo off the ships, many in a hurry, but none all too worried. To his left he could see the ships anchored again, big slaver ships, bigger trader ships and smaller battleships, seemingly the only naval threat around where not other lands, but other monsters. A feeling of dread whent through him as he remembered the destruction of the very first ship he ever set foot on. A little nervous to sail again and possibly repeat the process he stepped to a fair looking captain who spoke with one of his sailors about where to place the cargo on the ship. Sparing no second guess the young ranger asked the surprised captain to be dropped off at an island on the way to the captain’s destination. The captain seemed glad, taking him to the captain’s cabin to point out the island on the map.

His smile faded however as soon as the place was marked. The captain shook his head dismissively. "Sir, we cannot stop there, half my crew would be lost." The ranger took out a small pouch of silver, shaking it to the captain. "Are you sure you can't just make a quick stop without letting your men leave the ship?" He placed the pouch on the map, leaving the top open so that the coins inside could easily be seen. The captain thought long and hard, but like others before bit his lip and begrudgingly accepted. "Aye, that we can do, sir." The ranger took on a cocky smile and left for the ship's living quarters. Leaving the captain to think over what he had done.

The ship sailed for three days and nights, Florandus once again woke from that same dream that haunted him more and more. He stood up from his bed and shuffled to the topdeck. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes the young man looked off the side of the ship. It was dusk; the lights on the ship had already been lit. All seemed fine, though something in his mind felt off. His eyes went wide when he realised it, seeing the island he was gunning for disappear in the distance. He stepped up to the captain that was steering the ship in a hurry. "What are you doing? You are sailing away!" The captain had a stern face, not willing to make eye contact for any reason. He shook his head. "This is for your own good Sir, believe me. You don't seem like a hunter, you would meet your demise on that island." The ranger turned on the spot, making his way into one of the rowboats, taking out his blade with which he severed the ropes. Behind him confused sailors stopped their work to see a madman steal one of the boats. The rowboat splashed in the water after a brief free-fall. Above him shouting was heard with sailors yelling after him. The young man rolled his eyes and took the ores of the boat, behind him the ship kept its course, not risking life and limb for one foolhardy adventurer. The waves threw the boat around, the wood groaning under the assault. Florandus rowed the ores around for what felt like half an hour for a seemingly small distance.

He could feel that he came closer, closer to the source of the voice that ushered him to it. He finally reached the port, tying it up with a double loop knot he had seen another sailor make. The sky had turned dark and the salty waters seemed far from peaceful. The island was barren apart from a castle, a small port that would be occupied by a single merchant’s ship and lastly a small graveyard. A single stone path lead up the hill to the Castle doors, statues lining the path with images of royalty displaying their superior appearance to the lowly life that thread the path. The ranger walked up the path to the castle doors. His anti-charm magic necklace felt warm to his chest, which could have been the reason none would want to come here. A mindless sailor would not realise it and be charmed for whatever foul plans the creator had for them. The young man came before a grand pine door reinforced with oxidized iron gratings. Two gargoyle heads where mounted to the doors with metal rings in their mouths, their eyes while stonified seemed to inspect the visitor as he took one of these rings in hand.

He was about to knock the door when the sound of a lock unlocking was heard, slowly but surely the door opened inward on a creak. From within a warm and inviting light glowed, ushering any outside to come in. Florandus looked behind him, seeing the dark night turn fierce as trickles of rain began falling from the sky and large waves crashed against the poor boat in the small port. Anywhere was better than outside, that was the thought that shortly passed through his head. He pushed the door open wider, peering in before he took his first cautious step. The room he walked into was the entrance hall, a large set of stairs in front of him lead upwards to various rooms and to his left and right where the dining hall and the lounge.

=Chapter 3: Up for adoption.=

As soon as he entered he heard the faint sound of breathing behind the door, he quickly stepped away and poked his head out behind the door as it swung shut. His eyes met with the same eyes he had seen in his dreams, although these seemed more aged and dim. A smile creeped up the woman’s face, to whom these eyes belonged. She took a step to the Ranger, dressed in a long black-red dress. “So you are my baby’s choice. It will have to do I guess, it’s at least better than any common sailor like her father..” The woman stepped up to the ranger, flashing her eyelashes at him.

For the moment Florandus froze, he noticed that he could no longer move even an inch. The women before him moved her arms around his neck, pressing her lips to his and making her tongue swirl around his in a deep kiss. If it wasn’t for the taste or iron, the young man would have eagerly met the woman in the affectionate gesture, to his surprise though he felt the woman’s lips move from kissing him deeply to suckling on his lip. He tried as hard as he could to break away, but his petrified limbs wouldn’t let him. The red eyes before him cooed in delight “Oh, it’s okay, baby.. I know your puny human brain wants this, you will get it soon enough~” The lady before him took his hand and pressed it tenderly against her bust. “Sleep now, for we have lots of work to be done.”

Florandus could feel himself fade out of consciousness, the rims around his eyes swallowed in darkness. For a time he felt nothing, but ever so slowly he could hear faint voices moaning, gasping. Soon after he could feel an immense pleasure around his waist and mouth. A slight sting in his neck and suddenly it all came to him. He opened his eyes and was greeted with the sight of a rectum hovering above his nose while a young girl’s hole was held in his mouth. To his embarrassment he could now taste her delicious bodily fluids and his own far less tasty ones with his tongue wiggling around inside her orifice. Her voice came out in a half-moan as she moved her hips on his face. “Ah.. my belly is so full of my new dad’s love, can we do this all the time, mom? Can we, can we?” An older, yet enticing voice followed up, along with great pleasure in Florandus loins. “Yes, haaah.. my baby can have as much fun with ah.. mom and dad as she wants. We’ll make him both our husband.” The ranger had stopped his tongue to keep himself from going mad with need as the feeling in his loins intensified.

The girl twitched from the sudden lack of action and raised her perky bottom off his face, revealing a very appealing view of a woman around her 35’s bouncing herself on top of his pole while her daughter of around 15 looked back surprised at the young man’s face, her breasts hanging alluringly above his chest.. Both women where blond with red eyes, their skin pale and had curves a ’plenty, but above all both where limitlessly beautiful. Reflexively the ranger grabbed the woman by her hips and pushed her down on his rod as far as she could, erupting a torrent of reproductive cells into her fertile womb.

The young girl giggled and with a cheerful smile spoke to her mother. “I told you he could fill us both up, what are we going to do with him now that he’s awake, mom?” The woman licked her lips, stroking a gentle hand over the man’s chest. “We will let your new father and husband roam around for a while, he has yet to realise how lucky he is. You did good choosing him.” The girl chimed happily, sliding off Florandus chest and giving him a deep kiss. “I knew you would come for me..” The girl happily skipped out of the room, leaving the mother to lift her sated body off the young man’s hips. She licked his neck and kissed his lips. “Thank you kindly for the meal, be a good boy now.” With that the mother walked out of the room.

=Chapter 4: A grand tour.=

A loud bang shook Florandus out of a lusty haze, sitting up he realised he was in a locked prison cell wearing nothing apart from his necklace. He sat on a stone table covered in various liquids. Thick cloudy globs of seed, drips of natural female lubricant, trails of blood.. Blood? He felt around his neck, pain stinging his body once again. Two bite-marks stood in his neck, marking him the prey of a vampire. Now closed off the wounds did not bleed, but the damaged skin was clearly felt. “Vampires..”

He got off the table and stumbled over the floor, wetness dripping off of him and his legs felt exhausted. He inspected the room around him. The room was narrow, grey brick lined the wall at 3 sides and cobble acted as a floor. Only one side was not bricked up, but instead was lined with long metal bars that screamed ‘Cage’ to any who looked upon them. With his sense for detail he spotted a small bit of rock under the stone table, most likely broken off somehow. He took the piece and filed it against the wall into a narrow rod with a slim sharp tip. He walked to the door that held the door to his partial salvation, moving his hands between the iron bars to feel where the hinges where on the other side of the door. Once he found them he took the stone and moved the narrow bit under the pin that held the hinge in place. He managed to slide the pin up and out of the hinge; he carefully caught the pin before it landed on the floor. He repeated the process with the other pins, making sure not to cause loud or high-pitched sounds that could alarm the vampires. With all the pins out of the door he moved into the back of his cell, using the underside of the stone table as a grinding stone to file off the flat parts of two of the three pins, making them throw able weapons.

Walking back to the door he used the door lever as a handhold to lift the door up and slightly forwards out of its position. The weight of the door was not welcome, but taking his time paid off as Florandus got the door out far enough to move through the gap and then place the door back in its original position as if nothing had happened. He then put the unfiled pin in the top hinge to keep it together and tossing the sharp rock back inside under the table for any who got trapped there next. Now out of the cell he was in a long hallway that extended forward to a door at the end and sideways with another three cells at his right. A single torch had been lit on the corner of the room, illuminating the hallway fully, Florandus cell fully and the three other cells partially. He snuck to the first cell right of him, it was empty. Walking to the second one he saw a man sleeping on his side facing away from the door. The cell was empty save for an empty dog bowl and a half-full bucket of water. Not wanting to be ratted out by a fellow prisoner Florandus silently moved on, finding the final cell to be empty as well, save for a device to torture people on, luckily enough the piece seemed to be clean, in disrepair and not used for several years.

With nothing left to see here the ranger snuck past the cells and back to the door at the end of the hallway. Walking through this door was like switching biomes, from a musky grim cell to the inside of a well-kept castle. Florandus found himself in a bedroom with a large balcony at his left, a door at his right, multiple closets and dressers along the walls and a huge king-sized canopy bed in the middle of the room. Next to the bed was a small box with a glass window, inside laid a piece of garlic. It seemed that the glass could be moved out for the garlic-smell to wade through the bed like some sort of cheap air-freshener remade into a vampire-aphrodisiac spreading device. Along with the device the ranger saw stains on the bed, funnily enough at closer inspection the stains only came from a female, no trace was present that this room had ever been used to conceive a child in. He took a piece of garlic from the container with a grin on his face, just in case he would need it.

His mind was snapped out of the thought when the door opened; a surprised man in a butler’s outfit looked him up and down, placing a tray of tea on a nearby cupboard. He bowed like a professional servant. “May I please request you to go back to your room, my mistress would not appreciate the new master to leave the room she indicated before he is indoctrinated.” The young man walked up to the butler, waving off the request. “I’m not going back to some prison cell and I don’t fancy any ritual either. If I’m the new master, then step aside.” The butler sighed annoyingly. “The new master holds no sway till the indoctrination, if you do not go back on your own, then I will escort you.” The man grabbed at the ranger’s throat without warning, the ranger however moved with quick reflexes to twist the arm, move under it and lock it behind the butler’s back, forcing him on the ground. A quick blow to the back of the head caused the man to pass out. Standing up Florandus took in a deep breath, and then pulled down the man’s pants to make sure his tool wasn’t waving around in the wind.

=Chapter 5: Pleasing his princess.=

Moving his mind to other things the ranger explored the rooms he met in an investigative manner; sneaking past or knocking out other servants as he went. It wasn’t long before he found his way to the familiar large stairway and at its base the pine door that he had used to enter the castle. He wanted to leave so badly, but he couldn’t go without his things. Same was for the attraction that still addled the back of his head. He could feel the younger vampire’s presence in one of the rooms. With no other choice he snuck up to the door where the presence felt the strongest, opening the door on a sliver revealed no more than a closet.

He opened it further till he stood right in front of the girl from before, unclothed and looking down at him with her head tilted in confusion. “Dad? What are you doing? Did you lose something?” The young man shot up with a beet-red face, stepping into the room and closing it behind him. The room was rather small compared to the other, there were three open closets full of all kinds of girly clothes, the bed was covered in pink and on various places over the floor laid stuffed toys of random lewdly displayed monsters. He stood mere inches from the girl that called herself his daughter. She waved a hand before his face. “Hello? Earth to dad, are you there?” Florandus shook his head and nodded to her. “I-I’m here..” The girl smiled, hugging her bosom against his bare chest. “Good, did mom let you out of the dogroom? Does that mean you’re here to play with me? Oh, oh, tell me, does this look good on me?”

She let him go and skipped to her bed, grabbing a pair of crotch-less frilly panties and putting them on, she then turned her back to him and bend down over the bed. “Do I look sexy, Dad? Mom said you would jump me if I wore this, hehe.” As the girl’s mother had said, Florandus lower station was indeed giving green light, his rod clearly ready to take the girl as long as it could. “Y-you look very sexy, sweetie.” He wondered for a moment where the nickname came from, but put it out of his mind. The girl cheered at the praise, wiggling her behind at the ranger. “Go ahead, dad~” With his mind distracted his needs took direct control; he took off his pants and dove right into the bed with his self-proclaimed daughter.

Not a half hour later they both laid snuggling in the bed, her legs locked around his back and his love in her babychamber. The young man and girl shared a romantic kiss. At the end of it Florandus remembered why he was in the room he was in. He gave the girl a small peck on the cheek to get her attention. “Sweetie, can I ask you something?” The girl smiled dreamily at him, pushing her legs tighter around his back to feel his pole plug up her hole a little deeper. “What is it, dad?” When she saw his face her smile faded, knowing that his word weren’t going to be simple lust mumblings. “Is that you I hear in the back of my head?” She blushed. “W-want me to stop it?” She stroked her hand over the ranger’s head, a strange sense of clear mindedness came over him which made him realise a few other things that didn’t sit right in his mind. “Are you really my daughter?" The girl looked away, but then nuzzled his cheek. “I am now...” He frowned “So I’m not your original dad? What happened to the old one?”

The young vampire shook her head, kissing his cheek. “My old dad got too old, he passed away some time ago.. But my mom used my new dad’s babygoo to change my body, so now you are my original dad.” The ranger raised an eyebrow. “S-she can do that?” The daughter nodded happily and recited a line her mother probably told her. “Keep the bloodline pure, hehe. She also changed herself a tiny bit, now we both have blond hair” Florandus chuckled, giving his daughter a tongue filled kiss. “And you don’t mind having a new dad?” She shook her head excessively. “I love it, mom said my old dad only managed to fill up mom once, so I never got a chance to play with dad that way.” The young man’s hand softly tickled the vampire’s ear, contemplating if he should feel happy or pitying the previous suitor. “How old is my little vampire then?” She responded with a cute giggle, hiding a small blush under her blanket. “A hundred and twelve, but I’m not a vampire. Mom calls me a Damphir.”

The ranger sat up as far as he could with the Damphir straddling him. “A hundred and twelve?! But this room looks like that of a ten year old..” The girl frowned. “I’m a child, why wouldn’t it look like my room?” The man scratched his chin. “Because you are well over the age of adulthood.” The girl pouted, letting her new father go and crossing her arms at him. “Well, Mom said I’m not an adult yet, so I get to play with toys and wear cute clothes all I want.” A deep sigh later the ranger rolled his eyes. “Hmm.. Okay, if my little girl wants to be treated like a ten year old, then a ten year old she is.” His daughter hugged him again, pressing her bosom against his chest. “Thank you dad! I love you so much, can we have fun again?” She wiggled her hole up against the base of her dad’s already inserted pole. Florandus gave out a gasp and rolled them both over again. “Oh, you shouldn’t have said that, now you’re really getting it. Naughty girl of mine~. And no biting.” A coo came from his girl. “Awww..”

=Chapter 6: Poking bats.=

An hour after Florandus and the daughter began fooling around again the Damphir had finally fallen asleep. With the girl fully satiated the ranger got out of bed, only to feel even more exhausted. He finally understood why Incubi needed such great stamina. Looking back he smiled, seeing a sleepy Damphir chew on her pillow with her hair in a complete mess. He took the borrowed pants he wore before and left the room, his ease of mind was short-lived though as he walked out of the room and into the main hall where multiple butlers stood, waiting for him. One of them was missing pants, only in his underwear he bowed again. “Master, I kindly request you to enter the door on your left; our mistress is awaiting your presence there. And you can keep the clothes you so eagerly stole for now.”

Seeing himself surrounded the young man cursed under his breath and walked to large doors which lead to a study room. Filled bookshelves lined the walls and a few alchemical instruments stood here and there. At the far back of the room sat the vampire, seated behind a desk with a class of possibly red wine in her hand. Vindivicus cautiously entered the room, not sure what to expect. The vampire motioned to a small chair half the size of her own on the other side of the desk. “Sit, human.” Willing to play along for now, Florandus sat down where indicated. The chairs made a big difference as the bigger chair occupied by the woman stood significantly higher, giving her an imposing look as she looked down on the young man. She held a hand to her head and took a large gulp of the glass. “Please.. Please tell me you got caught in some trap for the past hour.” The intimidated man cast his eyes downward submissively. “Kinda, I got stuck in something..”

The vampire shook her head and took another big swig. “Well thank the almighty for that.. I was worried for a second that my husband was foolish enough to incapacitate a large amount of guards only to leave them be for an hour so they can raise the alarm, what trap did your human reflexes get you stuck into?” The ranger scratched the back of his head, not really wanting to answer any of these questions. “In our daughter..” The Vampire gave him a blank stare, followed by the vampire setting down her glass and resting her head on the table, her muffled voice came out sounding like the woman couldn’t get more frustrated. “You were with Verena all this time? I could just strangle you right now... I can’t believe my daughter and I share the likeness of such a fool.” Florandus took out the piece of Garlic he stole earlier, sneakily putting it in the glass of wine while the vampire still rested her head. She looked up and gave the man before her a scary glare. She threw back the last of her drink in her mouth and stepped out from behind the desk. “You took me and my daughters chastity and muddled our bloodline..”

She slumped for a moment, leaning on the desk for support. With worry in her eyes she looked at her drink, and then smelled her own breath. “Garlic?” her eyes turned to the young man who got out of his chair and backed away from her. “You! Did you put garlic in my drink?!” Florandus had an mischievous look on his face. “Maybe I did, hehe. What are you going to do about it now?” He stuck out his tongue to tease her further. The woman quickly dissipated any courage the young man held. She licked her lips and grinned in a lustful way akin to a predator. “I will admit, that was not the move of a fool, that was the move of someone who doesn’t know he can get burned on a flame! I’m not going to strangle you.. Oh no.. I’m going to rape you till your gonads fall off!” Alarmed the ranger dashed for the door, just before he reached it he heard the metal thud of the door locking. He bashed and failed to move the door, only to feel the vampire jump him a second later.

=Chapter 7: On a honeymoon.=

The next morning a single ray of light shined through the balcony doors, Florandus opened his eyes, groggily stretching his limbs. He was lying in the canopy bed, his face hugged by the bosom of the sleeping vampire. He looked around the room, the same as before, but the garlic apparatus had been removed. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, getting out of bed and pulling open the curtains to bath the bed in sunlight. The woman on the bed merely pulled the covers over her head, mumbling something about hating Mondays. The ranger walked back and crawled back into bed, suckling on the woman’s breast. Soft gentle moans escaped from her till the mess of a hairball opened her eyes, rubbing the sleep out of them with her knuckles.

A cute yelp came from her as she noticed the sun shining on both her and the young man latched to her bosom. Tiny gasps escaped her mouth while she tried to shake the young man. “W-wah. Wake up.. Hey.. ahhh.” Her strength as well as her imposing behaviour where next to nothing while the bright sun illuminated her room. She whined like a spoiled child while her mammaries where indulged in pleasure. Florandus looked up at her and licked her milkbud, causing another cute yelp from her. He then moved down with his head between her legs, doing things that made the woman shamefully drool. Once he raised her head from her loins she was sobbing, he nuzzled her, giving her lips a kiss. “What’s wrong?” She whined, wiping away the fluids from her face. “You meany.. Stopping so early..”

Florandus held back a chuckle. “I won’t next time.. But first tell me. What is your name?” The vampire pouted, hugging him weakly. “I’m Velicia, your wife.” He gave her a warm smile. “I’m Florandus, you and our daughter’s lover.” The vampire’s face went red as she repeated his name to herself. He nuzzled her nose. “Say, won’t you and Verena come live with me at my family home? I don’t want all these other men to be around us, if you know what I mean.” Velicia’s eyes went big as she heard his request. “Live with you? What’s the family home?” He nodded. “You know, a family home. My family lives there. My mother and my aunt.” The vampire kissed his lips with a big smile. “Of course we will, and we will make lots of love together there.”

Florandus scratched the back of his head. “My mom can guarantee that for you..” Velicia gave her lover a strange look. “What do you mean, is she like us?” The young man blushed and looked away. “Well.. Keep the bloodline pure, I guess.” The vampire grinned at him, sliding a finger over his chest. “You naughty boy, my baby will love her step-mother then.” As if on cue the bedroom door opened and Verena peeked her head through. “Mom, dad, can I sleep here?” The two adults nodded, allowing the Damphir dressed in nothing apart of a babydoll to jump into bed and rub herself against her newly adopted father.

=Chapter 8: Meeting the step-mother.=

The ranger was ready for another journey, waving off his girls as he left the family home. Velicia was in the kitchen, grumbling over a stain that refused to let itself be removed from a plate. She was nearly at the point of breaking the plate itself when two arms hugged around her and two plump breasts where pushed against her back. “M-mother, what are you doing now?” The orc giggled, taking the plate and showing the vampire how to properly wash it. “That is how you do it, hun.” The vampire sighed. “How many more lessons are you going to give me, Florea?” The Orc wiggled her rump and dried off the counter. “A few more, you’ve had servants for so long you know nothing about being a housewife.” She licked her finger erotically. “My sweetie likes a girl who can handle herself, it’s not for nothing that he makes love to me every time he visits his mommy.”

Velicia rolled her eyes. “Why don’t you birth him some daughters then?” The plump orc paused at this for a moment. “My little sweetie told me that he feels too young to be a father, so mommy doesn’t mind using contraceptives for her little boy.” She gave a small wink to her daughter in law. “But the day he tells me he’s ready, I will throw out all those troublesome herbs and get him to pour his liquid love into me for a whole romantically intimate week long~” The orc hugged herself and wiggled uncontrollably, losing herself in a lusty daydream.

The vampire took a few steps away from the spectacle. “W-wow…” She took the plate in the orc’s hand and placed it on the counter. “You love him that much to hold out so long.. I on the other hand just forced a daughter on him..“ She tapped her fingers on the counter, moping over the thought till her body was crushed in a loving embrace by the orc. “Oh don’t look at it from such a bad side; you gave him a daughter, yes. But he never had to do a single thing in the whole process he her life, so he probably doesn’t even realise in his head that Verena is his daughter.”

The vampire looked up. “Oh right, shouldn’t we teach Verena some housework too?” Florea proudly smiled at Velicia’s adorable ideas. “Oh, you don’t need to worry about her. Sweetie said she’s mentally still ten, so we shouldn’t force her to change.” At that moment Verena came back inside dressed in pink panties and a tank top, smiling brightly. “I waved dad off, I hope he comes back soon. Can I go play?” Florea stifled a giggle to see a white substance drip down the damphir’s inner thigh. “That’s daddy’s little girl.” Velicia nodded. “Go ahead dear, have fun.”

With his family happily together Florandus went off on a new adventure.

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