"Mister Zergel Von Hornheim, originally from a little town in Geraldia... a Rank B Adventurer registered in the Schon Adventurer's Association with over a few hundred expeditions under his name and known to be one of the most efficient travelers of this continent."
The man in a black suit and red tie loomed over the pigman like an encroaching shadow, the thinly lit room only had a single bulb to light it up and a clear glass behind the Agent.
"For an Outworlder, you speak Zargord very fine."
"Thank you, it is a requirement for Agents of the United Nations to have the Translation Skill, though I didn't know it works that good, to us, we just hear clear cut American English or whatever language the person is most accustomed with."
"And? Why do I have to be cuffed? I helped one of your Generals to reach this Kingdom."
"Because we'd like to know the nature of the Dragon God Bahamut. So far, we've had no problem with her as she has been mostly a lenient pet of the General who has kept her form to that of a... small Kitten sized Void Dragon."
"Void Dragon?"
"Void or Black Dragon or Metallic Dragon is the name we gave to her kind. The types of Dragons that don't truly live in the mortal world but the one above it, it is also known that they're capable of going to different worlds. Hence their ability to return even after getting killed."
Inside the glass window is a secret room where a bunch of soldiers and agents are listening in on the conversation. "Yea, fucking Devs. That was just an excuse using the Lore of the game so that they can make Bahamut and the other Black Dragons a permanent world boss. Heh." inside the interrogation room, Zergel was visibly stern and not afraid of the shadowy well dressed human agent in front of him.
"And?"
"And, I want to know. Has she said anything about us? Or any other human?"
"No."
"Mhm... and since she gained this... form. What can you tell me about her behavior? Is she open? Friendly? Accepting?"
"She has been indifferent. The Dragon Lady is a being way above us. I don't bother to try to decipher her unlike you humans who seem to be so keen on finding the answer to everything."
"Okay... I'll try not to get into the philosophical part of it, but has she said anything that one could say is a threat or an endangerment to others?"
"No."
"Really? Even things that are not related to General Jackson."
"The Werewolves and the Demon races that had a bad look on her Master."
"Uh huh, and nothing else?"
"As I said, Bahamut is a creature beyond us. Why are you trying so hard to unravel her like a book?"
"I'm merely just doing my part. In terms of orders? Does she follow the General's orders to the tee or have met them with resistance?"
"Don't tell me humans are truly serious with this."
"Just answer the questions, Mister Hornheim."
"Look, you aren't going to control her just as an insect cannot control its predator. The least you can do is pay tribute to her and be happy that she's wasting time in this realm to be with a mortal creature."
"Mister Hornheim."
The man's wording and tone was more stern and serious. The veil of a threat lingering behind him.
"She follows his orders. But Jackson often words his orders to her in a more open way, leading to many creative ways for her to do his bidding."
"Mhm... alright."
"Are we done yet? You know, someday, you humans will eat the things you sowed."
"We already did, I'm a child of World War Three. It's not a good experience to grow up knowing humanity is fighting its most lethal war yet. General Jackson is a Veteran of that war and you can see the damage it did to him. It turned him into a man of violence and anger. His reports are all full of it till Alana came and made him watered down."
"Really? And are you going to use this to make him do actions that are not considered to be appropriate?"
"Mister Hornheim, we came from a more civilized world with more technology than one can imagine. We know what appropriate means."
"Huh. From how the General worded his experience living in your world, it seems to be one that is cradled by man's desires. You all want to return because all your desires are given in your world and this world, our world is a painful wake up that you all are nothing in the end. Babied by your society and unable to adapt."
"Though I am an Agent and I'm unable to say much about our conduct here. I do admit the staggering amount of players that have... been thrown into slavery doesn't surprise me. I come home to an Apartment that is voice activated, I have access to cold and hot water whenever I please and eat Salmon and Chicken whenever I want. But that doesn't mean we can't live here."
Meanwhile, inside the glass. The soldiers and agents write down the pigmans thoughts and opinions of the players. Putting it in a special report. "Are we that easy to read? Can't believe a four foot something pigman literally gave us a near accurate lecture of our modern society."
"Can't live? Hearing about all this news with you having so many in slavery means you have problems and only a mere few, those who has power or know how to survive are the ones who are usual self dependent. The General himself was already different from the soldiers that I've met here. He is resourceful and does things his way."
"The General was born at the end of the century, the last humans to experience VHS tapes and Discs. He came from more... wild Era of when humanity was figuring out what to do with all the rapid technological advancements. It doesn't help that he came from a poverty ridden third world country in Southeast Asia and made a name for himself in the transport industry and later, the military."
"So he is something more. Hmph, to think that man has no experience with women. Bwahahahaha!~ Such funny humans. You all amuse me and scare me at the same time. I hope the humans on Threa may not become like you."
"Oh they will, not only do humans already outnumber most of the other races, but the humans here have the same pattern of inventions that will soon lead to the mass printing of books and the rise of the literacy rate of even Peasants."
"Oy... don't tell me."
"If it weren't from the Demonic hordes, the humans of this world would've long become a Secular and Informed society. I hope you are ready, Mister Hornheim. Because of the strange and malformed aging process of the Beastmen, you might still be alive when Humans and Elves of this world rise against their Kings and Queens."
The Agent closes his folder and stands up.
"An aircraft will be coming in the next few days. It'll deliver you back to Geraldia as ordered. But be warned, the town you're looking for is now a flourishing Enslavement Headquarters since it's a Port Town. The town where Beastmen and Humans may live no longer exists and we have no information about your Wife."
"If I were to say a lot of the people from your world are held there, would you do something?"
"Depends, the Higher Ups specifically said not to do anything that might change the climate of this world. Including slavery, hence why we aren't actively going against it even though its outruled in the modern world."
"Heh. For such a modern society, it seems more demonic and Evil than the ones here. One that acts on pure logic and numbers, selfish and apathetic no care at all for the-"
"Mister Hornheim, the modern world also opened to a lot of modern methods to do Evil. We have more than an abundance of people who wish to give you mass printing, modern medicines and modern living standards. But these people, as much as they mean good. Would cause the collapse of the very world you live in. Logic and numbers is what's keeping us from being overwhelmed and causing a bigger issue than we already have."
The Agent then stops at the door as the soldiers outside salute to him.
"But if there are players in that town, or a ship carrying a large amount of them. Please do tell us. We'll be more than ready to act."
Outside the room, a soldier in OCP camouflage with a Beret shakes the hand of the shadowy Agent.
"Good work."
The high ranking officer then looks to the hallway where a middle aged man in an Expeditionary Outfit complete with a cowboy hat stands up.
"Professor, you're in. Take your time, we have the information we need."
"Thank you Colonel. I'll make this fast."
"Oh please, take as much time as you need. Brass gave you all the green light, heck if you want our piss. We'll give it to you. Bwahahaha!"
The mild mannered professor shrugs at the childish joke and heads inside the room. Surprised at the confident and manly stature of the pink humanoid pigman.
"And who're you?"
"My name is Professor Alexander. I'd like to ask you some questions about the existence of the Leyland Stone from the Dark Elves."
Inside the Medical Tent, the Doctor sits down next to the gurney where a pale and anemic Paul lay. Sleeping as blood is given to him through a drip on a stand. The tent didn't even have a proper foundation, as the brown soil can be seen through the crevices of a hastily put down rubber matting. The Countess' heels seemed to puncture it if she tried hard enough. Much was left to be given with the medical tent and its status.
"Please, take a stool and sit down next to him."
She follows the Doctor's order. Taking a steel stool and placing it to the right of his gurney while on the left, the man takes a clipboard and clicks his pen. Professionally sitting down as he prepared to write down any interesting points.
"What now Doctor?"
He swallows and takes a quick breath.
"I'd like you to go and drink his blood."
"E-excuse me Doctor?"
"You heard me right. As far as we know, this method we're doing right now is extremely long and hard. Hence, we would like to test if a Vampire with their innate ability to regenerate could take in hints of the Cursed Blood. Of course, we won't force you. If you do not want to, we won't carry on any further. But right now, the Curse is still changing a lot of red blood cells into corrupted ones. It'll take up to a hundred and eighty days for him to be fully back, after of course, a lot of hard times."
"Hmmmm..."
"And don't worry, we have a lot of ways to reverse the Vampire curse. But at the same time, we also don't know how Vampirism works in this world. But I highly doubt he'll turn. This man is Level Two Hundred. If this Ancient Spell would've hit me, I would've died multiple times in quick succession. That tells me enough that his Buffs are stacking on top of each other in slowing down the effects of the Divine Curse that struck this man. So, it should be unlikely he'd turn into a Vampire which in its nature, another curse."
"Just how powerful is M'Lord?"
"He's very powerful, Miss Alana. Actually, by this world's standards he should be pretty high up in the ladder. I am also powerful, before I joined the Men of the Woods as a Doctor. I was touted as one of Geraldia's top healers. I was even invited to Universities in Gareth's capital, but I know I cannot waste time, maybe others wish to stay, but I wish to go home. To my parents, wife, and grandparents."
Hearing the Doctor talk about wanting to go home, Alana is stricken with a bit of sadness knowing their adventures would also have an end.
"I'll do it."
Thousands of miles back at Geraldia, underneath Woodstock. Another conference is held in secret. With the top political leaders of the Guilds meeting once again to end the year long ordeal of rearming and a military build up of epic proportions.
"Any news with the Kingdoms?"
"Yes sir."
With the heavy atmosphere of the room was full of men in suits and ashtrays still billowing a tower of smoke from the amount of smokers in the room.
"What's the Kingdoms up to?"
"It seems that they're aware of what we're doing. Though they've not spoken to us about it, we know that they're planning on not getting in the way. All the while we've gotten reports of the Holy See's Crusaders and Templars going about the various Continents. Looking for "Heroes." There's also been a small problem occurring with the Holy See, the Religion with the largest following of Humans. Its current Pope had pushed through with his integration of the Beasts and Hybrids into their religion, letting them get baptized and entrance to their Holy cities and Sites."
"Ah, I see. I'm actually curious as to how they'll be fighting the Legions of the Demon King but, we must escape before that ever happens and what's this thing about the Heroes?"
"Yes sir. Though reports have stated that they already collected four. One from the Kingdom of James, being Prince Sigured, another one from the Kingdom of Gareth, named Sir Brown the Second. Another one named Jason the Sorcerer from a Village in Eastern Dragovh and an unnamed one only dubbed as the Saint. But of course, there is our famed Steamer, ElizabethMotherf who has been titled as a Holy Saint herself."
"And the infighting?"
"Ah yes sir, the problem with the Religion of the Holy See is that it hails a half human, half dragon as its Savior. Rejecting the last Twelve Gods of Threa, of course the Beastmen and Hybrids who believes and wholeheartedly praises two of the Twelve Gods created tensions. This then led to Religious and Racial wars to the point that the Holy See let's its Bishops and Cardinals have Beast Slaves."
"Really? Religious people with Slaves? Man, this is really some medieval shit."
Cleaning his suit from the ash of his cigarette, the man leans forward once again. Like a powerful being, akin to a God he fixes his tie and gazes at the man presenting with a heavy stare.
"Yes sir, as for the Holy See, all of its Bishops and Cardinals are all of Noble blood. The Kingdom of James is one of their biggest allies and had openly supported their many actions that we'd label as crimes. Hence, many of the people that enter their ranks already have Slaves, making it hard to get rid of them, the last two Popes has outright gave up on the idea and so, it has flourished."
"What a goddamn mess. And what's with them having so many Knights? It's like they never run out of those snobby fucks."
"That's because sir, the Holy See is one of the only organizations that gives Slaves and Peasants the ability to become Knighted without Noble blood or Wealth. Hence why they've employed their Crusader Knights to almost all of their cities and spheres of influences."
"And training?"
"Just as good as the ones with Noble background."
"Jesus."
A Guild Leader from "Himeji Group" raises his hand. Though he had a strong Japanese accent to his English, the Asian man spoke with great eloquence and stood with a straight back. Serious and monotone in his movement.
"I apologize for intruding in your line of questions but has Sir Brown joined with the Saint?"
"Uh..." the man reporting flips over the clipboard to the last pages after being forced to jump from one topic to another.
"Yes sir, Mister Takamaki. Sir Brown joined Saint Elizabeth a few months ago. He also helped orchestrate the attack on the transport train that was ferrying the Vampire Queen."
The man in the brown suit chuckles "And all of that for the Vampire Queen to join us."
"Yes sir. Three Generals with the One Hundred and Sixtieth Special Operations Air Command of the Men of the Woods with the First Special Missions Battalion of the Knights of Eldwood managed to wound and put her back into her coffin. Reports from the generals state the special magnum round used by the Eldwood General... Paul A. Jackson did the deed."
"And exactly what her role is in this entire picture? I'm sure such a perceptive woman like her would immediately see if we use her for war or our own means."
A man in a blue suit then butts in.
"Look Tak, the pretty chick, is under the control of one of Eldwood's Generals. I doubt she could do anything if we push the General to the frontlines."
"Mister Harrison... please. You've never met a real Vampire and so do I. What would your words mean when they weigh nothing in terms of experience?"
"Look who's talking. Then I dare ya'. Go to the Kingdom of Rose and try talking to one of them. I sure as Hell ain't."
"Ahem, ahem." The voice came from the leader of the Men of the Woods whose seating was in full view of everyone on the table. The two immediately silenced themselves.
"Mister Takamaki, please do be aware we only plan on using her in the negotiations with the Kingdom of Rose. We're fully aware of what she's capable of and we plan to respect her position as the former Ancient Queen. Do try not to think of anything, we did give you the steel needed to finish your Super Yamato Project."
This sends one the guild leaders to anger, banging the table. His hands were clenched so badly that his veins were visible in the dark gloomy room.
"YOU FUCKWIT JAP! DIDN'T WE TELL YOU TO PUT EVERYTHING INTO MAKING TANKS AND GROUND EQUIPMENT?!"
The man was a representative of the Merchants Association. A collection of various trading companies of Dark World's playerbase who joined under one name. The man in a brown suit also stands up, meeting him eye to eye.
"This ship has a lot of meaning to us and my people. We of the Himeji Guild did give our full support to this childish idea of a United Nations as if we are even Nations, let alone countries capable of standing on its own two feet. We have none of those and so far, the collective will of us to return home has kept many from just going AWOL."
"Didn't we warn you!? We won't have enough to supply that thing! We're already having a hard time supplying the Men of the Woods Seven Iowa Class Battleships and the one currently being built by Eldwood! Heck...! They already lost one! ONE! Montana Class Super Battleship against fucking shirtless tattooed buffed men in Viking outfits and sexy valkyries in Bikini armor! Do you have any idea how much of a waste of resources this is?!"
"I assure you we won't put it to waste! This ship shall bring immense firepower to everyone's ground troops."
"That Seventy Thousand ton shitbucket of yours will be a floating hotel! What makes you think this is even a credible project?! This isn't a game anymore! Do you not see how near we are to getting fucked! So many insane project proposals and what?! A Montana Class Super Battleship just got sunk by an Ancient Bow a few weeks ago!"
"Ahem, ahem." President Hans Grahame once again silences the room.
"Gentlemen, let us not fight over such things. I approved of it as I saw their loyalty to our cause. Mister Jobbs, we'll personally supply them ourselves with our steel. How is that?"
"No, no. The contracts have already been signed under my nose. You slimy fucks. We're truly no different from the people we despise. Fucking hell. The small few Elite talking in a closed room about how we're gonna save everyone. Yea right, Jesus. So this is how it feels..."
The two sit down and the man reporting collects himself.
"Currently, we've got good news that the lost General from Eldwood has been recovered, though hit with an Ancient spell from another player. He seems to still be kicking, Doctors have gone against our recommendations of just letting him respawn. Stating that his girlfriends would not react to it nicely if they ever see or know he dies."
"Tsk. What a pain." Wearing a tacky green suit, a man representing the Architects Guild looked in extreme bore. His eyes on the verge of dozing off to a nice nap. "Why not just let him die? Jesus, we're putting expensive and hard to produce medical equipment to a far away place, It'd be better if it was sent somewhere like a highly populated area. Let him die and just hide the fact he did."
"Well sir, it seems that the Doctors said the two Vampires were very attentive to every word that was said and frequently asked questions and poked around. They seem to care very much about the General and would not be easily lied to."
"The Hell? Did he bang their brains out or something? Why would they be so loyal to a man? More so a weak mortal? Even us, arguably the most powerful players of Dark World would even think twice on fighting a player Vampire. Let alone a real one that has lived for hundreds or thousands and is not gonna talk about Bahamut? A literal Divine being that is with him?"
"It seems that they've grown accustomed to him. The General would frequently report whenever he was in battle or sent on a mission. Many of which give us the idea that the two Vampires have slowly grown to actually favor him and in terms of Bahamut, since the community knows her so much. We've not really made a plan on using her due to her unpredictable personality."
"Still a better love story than Twilight. Next."
The man reporting goes back a few pages. The other Guild Members just sigh. Knowing it's going to be a long and boring report as many of them were ready to start celebrating Christmas. The entirety of Woodstock was decked in Christmas decorations, many of the Natives were also visiting. Enjoying the commodities of modern society and the various goods traded by the players.
"We've received stark reports of a possible mass desertion upon our ranks."
Massive and deep sighs are heard coupled with shocked reactions.
"Continue Major."
"Yes sir, a few days ago. Inside the Three Rivers City, one half human, half fox player has been found with blocks of Demolition Clay. All properly labeled with our designations."
"And have they found out where he got this? Weren't our convoys usually ambushed around that city?"
"Yes sir, but what was more damming was that when they visited his home, we found not only traces of the Cult that's after the Queen's blood but also of another group, one that is well versed in Military tactics as he was given proper explanations and instructions on a piece of paper on how to properly detonate the block of explosives he was given to and even the usage of a Firing Device."
"So, it's only contained within our ranks? Or should we fear that this is a bigger group full of actual Military Veterans?"
"So far sir, we do not have enough details to fully see the extent of their numbers and influence."
The Guild leaders unanimously look at the Guild Leader of the Men of the Woods as he sits with eyes full of curiosity, hoping it's not what they think it is.
"Get all available Kongo, Arleigh, Kirov and everything we have combined and protect the supply ships. We have only two or three Oil tankers and they must be protected with everything we have. I also want a teardown of our military structure, look for any anomalies and strange activity."
"Also sir, the bane of our armor, the explosive Mana Gems, has traces of Dark World magic used on it. We fear that this might be bigger than we think."
Back at the continent of Schon, in the snow covered Airbase. Inside the Medical Tent, the stricken Knight General shivers as the walls of the shabbily assembled tent flap wildly as the strong winds hurl itself at the base. Everything was tied down, from the C-130s to the UH-1Ys. The snow was so bad half the cargo plane was already under the snow and the entrance to the only concrete building in the entire base was completely covered and buried.
In the Tent, Elizabeth, Bahamut, and Alana were sitting around the pale General. His lips had lost most of their red color and he seemed very cold and in pain. The Doctor takes a photo with no flash. This confuses the women who had never seen such a device up close before.
"Can you pose? Like, thumbs up or something?" The Doctor demonstrates a thumbs up with a big smile which the three beauties followed. They looked absolutely magnificent even though the Queen and Bahamut were both very confused and weren't doing it properly.
"Alright, thanks. This is the first of its kind. As a Medical Practitioner, this must be recorded and saved for the future."
"But Doctor, weren't you planning on heading back home with my Lord?"
"Yes but many people seem to want to stay here. Just in case, I'll be writing down every interesting medical test and findings I have for them to use." He then shows them the photo and the women were amazed by it. The two Vampires on the other hand couldn't believe how prettier they looked. The Queen chuckles after seeing herself. "Please, do take as much as you want. Such a beautiful face like mine must be remembered by the future generations and those of your world! Let them bask in the beauty of the eternal Queen."
"Why? You're the Vampire Queen right? With your power and control, you'll live for eternity."
"... I do not mind that. But my existence is a danger to many, and that many wish for my end. Of course, I would never let them cease my life without a fight. The only exception is my Lord who right now, in great peril."
"Why did you let the Hero get to you? I've been doing a lot of reading of Dragonian Stories to improve my language skills but it seemed so weird you didn't have the foresight to see such an important and shining man coming at you from miles away who literally bulldozed his way through an army of Knightly Vampires and prepared little to no method to kill him."
"I wanted to die. Life was worthless for me, I threw it all away. My Kingdom, my research, the last of my humanity, and most of all. My precious husband and King, who even after all my promiscuity and unfaithfulness as I descend to madness defended me. I... never did give him a proper burial."
"Oh wow... well. I guess General Paul here can be your redemption. I'm just saying, though I don't speak Romanz as good as my Dragonian. Your pledge was really something."
Her cheeks turn beet red. Shocked that someone who wasn't there knew of her pledge to Paul.
"B-but... how?"
"There were people there recording the entire thing. You know? Your language really has a romantic flare to it. As if it's German and French combined. I still giggle every time I watch it and you say the stuff where you wed your soul and stuff to his destiny or something."
The Queen changes her usual cold and beautifully menacing bravado to that of a girl who just got found out. Lifting both of her hands to cover her embarrassed face while Bahamut looked around in confusion as to what was happening as she awaited to get instructions.
"I apologize, Miss Alana and Miss Bahamut. I'm sure both of you already know what to do. Just drink his blood, but if any of you do feel pain of any sort. Feel free to take a break. I'll be here monitoring and recording the entire thing. Queen Elizabeth will be drinking blood from his left palm, Countess Alana to his left arm and Bahamut, since you're a Dragonkin. You can drink from his shoulder or even neck. Whichever you prefer."
Bahamut then tilts her head, deep in thought.
"Bahamut, this is your first time I assume?"
"Yes, yes it is."
With her assertions correct, Elizabeth straightens herself and with a stern and serious face, with a straight posture, she gazes into the Dragon Gods eyes.
"Okay, first. Do not dig in as much, it will hurt and would even puncture his bone if done incorrectly. As you do not have the same lust or aphrodisiac effect like us, I need you to use your magic and mimic ours. Next, if you feel a vein, only dig your fangs to its very top. Don't put it any deeper as it will cause an uncontrollable blood loss which I presume we all don't want to happen to our precious Lord. After you're done, pull out your fangs slowly. If it's bleeding, hold up a cloth or your hands and stop it. You must be extremely careful and perform healing magic if needed."
"Of course, Please do watch over me. I do not want to harm him."
"I will."
He readies the Digital Camera to record, while fiddling with an egg timer. He gives them the all go and Elizabeth slowly digs her sharp fangs in and starts drinking his blood. The two followed, Alana having to put her hair to the back of her ears as she leaned down. The Doctor couldn't help but feel immense lust. Seeing the two beautiful and attractive Vampires drinking the blood of a man right in front of him. He had to cast Self Buffs to prevent their sheer sex appeal from clouding his judgement and mind.
"This... is getting a bit spicy ladies..."
Elizabeth had to stop and as she wiped the blood off her lips, the Doctor couldn't help but get erect as she used her tongue to finish off the remaining ones around the tips.
"Didn't you know? We Vampires also get affected by our own Aphrodisiac. I apologize if it's getting a bit too much. I, as the Ancient one had been known for affecting the sex appeal from both males and females... even animals and beasts."
The Doctor writes it down while his left hand covers the awakened tower inside his zipper.
"Uh huh, uh huh. I can... see that... holy... like your way too hot for your own good. Both of you. Excuse me please."
Not knowing what to do anymore, the Doctor had to run out of the tent to the freezing cold to regain control of himself. Elizabeth just shrugs it off and goes back to drinking Paul's blood. Alana on the other hand couldn't stop, noting how sweet it was as heat flowed through her spine and her saliva started sipping out of her mouth.
"Heh... heh... this is dangerous... I might get addicted to this."
Bahamut on the other hand could feel the Divine Curse. As she is a Dragon God, the pain was more apparent with her, having her entire being tied to Mana. She had to stop midway and take a breather and went back into it. After what seemed to be an eternity, the Egg timer rang. Alerting everyone that they had to stop. The Doctor stumbles back into the tent, covered in snow from head to toe. His face totally flushed and his hair an absolute mess.
"S-sorry ladies... uh. I'll test him later, I need to go to my own tent for now..."
He runs through the Tent and to its other side. Jogging through the thick snow storm while the three ladies are left there.
"You seem to have fun there Alana."
"His blood tastes... very sweet your Majesty."
"That means he's perfect for you. Though also me as his tasted very very sweet." She licks off some blood leftover on the right of her lips. "What about you Bahamut? I never did know how Dragons could drink human blood so effectively."
"My species has a big diet. It could be vegetables to human meat. Though I personally prefer the Spaghetti my Lord made way back then."
"Spaghetti?"
"Yes. It tasted very nice and I would like to taste it in a human form. Master's blood tastes a bit too metallic for me. Though I do remember eating Blueberries once, Masters tend to wander off and see all sorts of things."
"I thought for such a powerful and prideful kind such as a Dragons, you'd have a tongue for something like human blood."
"My kind prefers Cows and Goats more than humans. Though they have a lot of proteins and a single village of them could keep a Dragon fed for weeks and a Wyvern for Months. We never developed much of a taste for man. But some do taste good."
Alana on the other hand notices the Knight General's fully erect equipment. The thin hospital gown he wore with a blanket provided little in hiding it and the other two soon realized. And just like that, a switch is turned on inside the two bloodsuckers. Bahamut could notice the two intently staring at it, as if they're trying not to assault the helpless man. This makes her spring into action. Pinching both of their pointy ears and dragging them into the Barracks which was empty as most of the soldiers were sent out, they have the entire structure to themselves.
Bahamut knew the two are pretty much in intense heat and would ravage the poor man if left alone. She casts mass nullification, instantly calming the two as they drop on the floor. Breathing deeply and sweating from the entire ordeal even though the temperatures were in the negatives.
"Tsk. You bloodsuckers can be such a handful at times. Urgh. This is why I wish to stay in my Dragon form. Dealing with you creatures can be such a pain."
"Th-thank you Bahamut. On behalf of my pride as a Queen and all its benevolence, if you hadn't... done anything. I would've not been able to control myself... and did something I'd never forgive myself with."
Alana was completely shocked. For a moment in time, she felt so much lust that she couldn't even think straight and rationally assess the situation. The woman in red could only look at her hands in shock.
"My... Your Majesty... that was..."
"Yes Alana. I know. This is why I made our culture to be very open but also restrictive... we are very... lustful creatures."
"I don't think..." She had to take deep sighs as sweat still flowed down through her porcelain skin. "I'd be... able to talk to him... and look him in the eyes... for a while..."
"No, you must act as normal. He'll understand. And I'm sure... you wouldn't want that yourself."
The Queen swallows and stands up, cleaning herself and grabbing some tissues on a counter. Wiping her body clean of the sweat as she helps Alana, coping with the intense love Vampires feel when sucking blood. "By the Gods, there's a woman taller than me?! Hmph. Bahamut huh, I never knew you'd also contest in this area. Though..." the Queen stares at Bahamut's breasts. Squinting at it with a pout. "It's big but mine is a bit bigger. Hmph." she then looks at Alana who was breathing heavily.
"You seem very new to this Alana. I thought a Countess like you, of the Minuits would have sunk herself in endless pleasures."
"I apologize your Majesty. I've never been into the entire courting thing. I've always been busy managing my parents' Regions and my Diplomatic duties. I've only drank blood from those farmed by us and I'd always carry with me a special Wine Bottle with human blood."
"Then let me give you a piece of advice. Do not let your lust take you over. When it does, you'll lose thyself and have no rationality. One must be weary and strong of heart when a lover approaches. Let this be a lesson to you, control. As you see, even I had a hard time. Because when it strikes you, you must drink this man's blood. You'll turn into a beast, and only when your thirst has been satiated will you return back to normal."
Bahamut notices the Queen's eyes weren't normal. Its Emerald color was Gold, making her stand firm at the door.
"Elizabeth, your eyes."
The Vampire quickly rushes through the cabinets where she finds a small mirror. The blonde woman was shocked that her eyes were still Gold.
"I... I haven't been this much aroused for such a long time... heh... Dragon God, please do watch over me... I do not want to do anything I might regret. Bringing harm to a man that accepted me is something I'd never forgive myself with."
"Of course. Both of you, sit down. We'll wait till tomorrow. We already completed what must be done. Take a gander and rest. Folly in the knowledge that we've saved our Master."
After a few hours, the Doctor returned to the tent, just to see it empty. For the rest of the night, he ran some tests and compiled everything he had found out. He jumps in happiness to see the level of the Cursed Blood has drastically gone down and immediately starts jolting down the results with a big fat smile on his face.
In the next few days, the Snow storm died down and the soldiers around the Airbase started to clean up. Using Army trucks and Humvees with plows to clean the runway and roads of piled up snow. Alana is seen outside the Barracks near the Medical tent, looking for something as she rummages through some used planks. The French player with his friend sees the damsel in need of aid and quickly walks up to her. On the way, they fix their Beret and uniform.
"Ahem. Mademoiselle Alana, how may me and my friend here help you?"
Her lean was so seductive. Unintentionally showing her long legs hiding beneath her dress as the Sun outlines her amazing body through the cloth.
"Oh forgive my English, I'm looking for a plank or any sort. Your table is very flat and has no support for my Quill. The Ink goes down very fast and I am unable to write."
The two then look at each other.
"Avons-nous des planches?"
"Peut-être les Ingénieurs? Ou peut-être que les camionneurs en auraient."
"Ah putain. On va juste l'aider à regarder autour."
"Ok, ok. Aie l'air digne. Elle est plus sexy en personne."
The two fix their uniforms and selves once again and face her.
"Mademoiselle Alana, we'd like to give you our services. I remember seeing some wood left behin-" before he could finish his sentence, his friend smacks him in the back of his head.
"Espèce de crétin. Tiens, donne-lui ça!"
He goes into his pocket and brings out a black pen. Clicking it and giving it to his friend who is facing Alana. The Vampire looks curiously at the device with ink visible inside. The French player with a beet red face from the cold and her pretty face hands it over and she takes it. Curiously clicking it many times, finding it very addictive and her fascination seeing the tip go in and out.
"You may write with that Mademoiselle Alana."
She smiles and shakes the hand of the two French players. Her perfume was so alluring, the two took it all in the sweet few seconds they were given and she headed back into the Barracks to try out the Black Pen she's given.