《Hail to the King (RE8 Harem/fanfic)》Chapter 8 - Daniela
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As you left the attic storage Cassandra giggled and her swarm passed by Y/n as it flew down the corridor.
Mother? I require your assistance with something~
Cassandra's voice carries off through the castle, of course he didn't trust her fully for now so it was best to move fast grab your gear and find a spot to bunker down while you get a plan together.
Using the map and Cassandra's direction your already on a quick path to the armory.
Y/n turned down a hallway as he heard footsteps quickly marching towards him.
Before they saw him, Y/n jumped inside a room nearby.
Travis rounded the corner as well as Daniela. Travis had a repeater rifle in hand as Daniela hummed along twirling a knife in hand.
Your sure it was him?
Yes madam Daniela, he's here but not sure if his intentions-
That's because you lack the will and gumption the soldier does, he's survived near death as a normality as for you... A sheltered pup... Now make yourself a useful mutt and go inform Mother, i need a bath~
Travis gives her a solemn nod as he walks off, Daniela walks into the room Y/n had hidden in; however, she found herself alone standing before a pool of blood and four statutes.
She shed her clothes down to her bare essentials first.
Then stripped down completely as she walked into the pool lowering herself into the warm gently red tide.
[ LEMON WARNING! ]
Daniel sighed in content as her body relaxed, she laid her head back on the pool edge as her breasts bobbed in the pool.
Her eyes widened when she felt her legs spread suddenly, underneath the red something entered her.
She moaned and gripped the edge of the pool while the unknown object swirled and massaged the inside of her tight wet pussy.
She covered her mouth with one hand and a hand groped her own chest as she writhed in pleasure.
Oh fucckk~
She bit her lip and played with her nipples as the unknown force devoured her pussy, massaging her clit teasingly as the red waves began to churn more and more.
Suddenly the door opened and mother walked in, Lady Dimitrescu half mindedly looking at her daughter.
Daniela pardon my intrusion but ive been made aware of our guest~
Y-yes mother, the servant informed me
Daniela battled to compose herself as she lowered herself neck deep in the blood bath, the unknown force continued to assault her body but now it had her breasts to toy with.
Good, when he is found he shall be brought to my room. Are you alright my dear?
Im wonderful mother~
She smiled but her hands clawed at the underwater tile as she neared her climax.
Well see to it he's captured for mother once your done here, otherwise I shall be in my chambers.
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With that Lady Dimitrescu exited the room, Daniela through her head back and bit her lip.
Y-yes mother its my ple... Pleasure!~
Daniela released letting her climax burst, hot waves of ecstasy washed over her as she reached down and grabbed the strangers hair.
Y/n comes up panting and stained red but a grin on his face as he licked his lips.
Daniela looked up at him as he leaned over her, rubbing his shaft along her entrance making her shiver.
What... What happened? My body feels... Amazing~
Oh that was only the appetizer you kinky slut~
She smiled and rolled over showing y/n her round thick ass with a wiggle.
If it means more if that ambrosia, then don't stop till i break~
Oh sweetie... I don't do gentle anyways~
With that he grab a handful if Daniela's pulling back as he shoves his raging hard on inside her pussy, she bites her lips tensing up around the throbbing mass.
He grabbed her arm pulling it back as he held her hair like a leash while her body was ravaged, she could feel her guts getting punched every time the tip plunged deep in her.
Such slutty noises for a princess, sounds like you love servicing me~
Yes!~ i serve you and your delicious cock daddy, mmm fuck me more daddy please!
He smirks as her brain melts from the absolute pleasure, he reels back and slaps her ass with a crack his hand print embedded in her pale skin.
OooOohhh yess~ that do that again! Punish me~
Y/n obliges and gives her ass another smack as she moans in bliss while he destroys her pussy. Her ass now completely red from the spankings as she lays on the floor playing with herself as Y/n pinned her down and discharged his hot essence inside her slutty wet hole.
Y/n panted with a smile while Daniela laid there tongue out and eyes wide, completely hypnotized by the feelings in her head.
[ LEMON END ]
Daniela slowly slid back into the blood bath and slid her hands down Y/n chest giving him a big smile.
: Again?
Not yet, I have some things to attend to first that includes you getting all the information on Miranda you have~
Daniela smiles as he pokes her nose ay the end of that sentence, she follows up my grabbing his hand sucking on his finger while moaning suggestively.
As cute as that Daniela, your master needs you to get busy.
Yes master~ but if you plan on roaming the castle you'll need mothers master key...
If i had to guess she locked everything up to prevent another escapee?
Yes but once she leaves her room the key should be there alongside her personal journal~
What a clever minx~
Y/n rewards his new pet with a kiss, her tongue wrestling his as he felt and tasted those same garden berries and silky texture from the wine. He grabbed her ass and the back of her head as he search her tongue for the source of that godly flavour, he broke the intense embrace to catch his breath.
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You taste like that wine?
: Or so your the one one who stole mother's vintage heretic~
Vintage Heretic?
The blood of those who opposed Miranda, the blood of the hopeless unfaithful has quite the... Fruity taste~
The words hit Y/n like a hammer, ironically. He drank aged human blood but worse off he enjoyed it. Sex in a blood pool didn't really phase him because war bloodied him enough and he washed it off but he has never found pleasure in a probably cannibalistic act.
Don't fret my love...
Daniela kissed his cheek and cupped his face.
The weak have no right to choose how they die.... It's the strong ones who will shape our world, where you go I'll follow~
Thank you Daniela, afterwards... You'll have to explain the door below us...
He smiles and rubs her cheek, he soon leaves the bath still absorbing this information, he dresses himself while Daniela finishes her bath.
Y/n reenters the hallway, he sees that Lady Dimitrescu chamber door is shut, leaning his ear to it he could hear her talking but unable to make out the words.
He decides to climb out onto a balcony, shuffling to the side he has to jump from one balcony to another, sadly the balcony railing was coated in ice and Y/n slipped. He fell but managed to to catch the ledge, dangling three stories but he did noticing a non-lycan figure in the distance.
Someone in all black was watching, when they saw him they bolted. Their form was human but not a lycan, too fast to be the old hag and the urgency wasn't that of telling Miranda. No, there was clearly another human still in the village.
Once up he kneels beside the window, listening to Lady Dimitrescu monologue her plans, but he instead peeked through the window of a real treasure.
In the middle if undressing Lady Dimitrescu exhaled her cigarette smoke and rubbed her breasts.
My god these are heavy.
She massages them for moment before reaching back to undo her straps and release those massive milkers.
{Thoughts} Heaven is real after all...
Lady Dimitrescu stops hersslf as her phone rings, instead of a glorious reveal she sat down at her desk to answer her phone.
{Thoughts} NOOO! LET ME SEE THOSE FUCKING MILF MELONS!!
Mother Miranda, yes Callahan has escaped my idiot little brothers maze... How I know is because he's in my castle right now, proving to be too much of a challenge for anyone....... When I find him i'll-.... No Mother Miranda, i understand the ceremony is our priority...
She hangs up and punches the mirror, she breaths heavily awhile holding her chest.
That man... Causing so many issues... That man with his audacity, his fervor... His passion and his... Unrelenting strength mmm~ his desires and big throbbing... Heart...
Lady Dimitrescu slips a hand into her brasier as her fantasy overwhelmed her, massaging herself before Travis's voice came through the door.
Milady your daughters ask for?...
She composed herself, growling under her breath annoyed by the interruption but she agreed
Thank you Travis, I shall be down shortly..... Compose yourself Alicia, this man must pay!
She applies her lipstick and redresses herself, y/n watching the entire transaction with a hint if disappointment.
As she left the room he snuck in the through the window into her private chambers.
Next time im in this room i am gonna destroy that dump truck ass... All good things come to those who wait, i first need all these witches on my side and the tall lady before I have an hope of succeeding...
Y/n looks through out the room, he starts at her desk noticing a wet spot on her seat.
He smiles and flips through the desk drawers finding nothing of use.
By her bed though he spots a book under a pillow.
{Thoughts} Rather cliche...
Pulling it out and open to the most recent page he found Alicia complaining about Heisenberg and worried if she's falling out if Miranda's graces as her 'special' daughter.
{Thoughts} Oh your special Alicia, special in all the right places my love~
Reading further he finds something about 'Miranda's Private Lab?' But his inquiry is interrupted by the bedroom door opening.
Well well well, looking a little lost tin soldier.
On the contrary im treasure hunting.
Treasure hunting?
Came looking for booty and found the thickest ass attached to a real piece of perfect woman~
Lady Dimitrescu would had shaken his words off but his expression made his intent clear, his words made her thighs quiver.
She sneered and extended her claws.
I won't let you tarnish the Dimitrescu name!
She lunges and sweeps her claws across the air, the razor tips cut the wall like soft cheese as they come into contact with Y/n raised arm.
They connect, the blades sink into his arm flesh but stop before they hit bone the skin cut and bleed but otherwise no effect barely a mortal wound.
Her embarrassed anger fell as she looked into Y/n's red eyes.
My turn~
End of Ch.8
Quick Note: Since my 1st lemon came out my follower base tripled lmao, You guys rock lol.
Spoiler Alert, Y/n only gets stronger from here~
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