Chapter 6: The Doll Demon’s assault (1)

Lars’s eyes moved up and down in time with the bounce of Camila’s ample bare breasts.

Oh, right. Now I remember why I made her my vampire bride.

He lay comfortably between Ingrid’s legs, his head tilted back against her chest.

"I-I missed you so much, Master..." Camila managed between moans. "A-a hundred years without you... felt like a century..."

Lars definitely wasn’t in the mood to point out how little sense that made.

He was far more distracted by something else — namely, the sight of her naked, curvy, caramel-skinned body riding him without pause.

She moaned and screamed so loudly it sounded like she was being exorcised.

"M-Master... can I ask you something?" Camila asked.

Lars nodded.

"When we make love... can I call you onii-chan? Please... it’s something I’ve always wanted."

Lars looked up at Ingrid.

"Since when does Camila know any Japanese?"

Ingrid shook her head and let out a soft laugh.

"She doesn’t. She only knows a handful of words. She’s just really into hentai."

"Hentai...?" Lars repeated, puzzled.

"Japanese porn cartoons. Believe it or not, they’re pretty popular with young people these days. She especially likes the incest-themed ones."

"Don’t tell me this whole family charade was her idea just so she could act out her fetishes."

A long, playful smile spread across Ingrid’s face.

"That’s exactly it."

Lars let out a long, dejected sigh.

"To think my wives were once feared and respected even by the most powerful Demons... and now they amuse themselves with filthy cartoons..."

"Don’t be so hard on her. Like I said, a hundred years without a man to satisfy us is a very long time."

Ingrid began gently caressing his chest and abdomen. She wrapped her thighs around his hips and slowly licked his neck, trailing upward until she reached just below his ear.

"You know, we had to make do however we could to fill the void you left behind while still remaining devoted and loyal to you. Rather than seeing it as just a fetish, you should take it as a sign of our devotion."

"I suppose you’re right..." Lars murmured, letting out a moan of pleasure.

The fingers of one hand dug into Ingrid’s thighs. His other hand was wrapped around Camila’s breast as she continued riding him without pause, nearly two hours in.

"I’m coming, onii-chan! I’m coming... I’m com— aaaaaah!"

When her third orgasm of the night hit her, Camila collapsed forward in exhaustion, resting her head on Lars’s chest.

She curled up against him and looked up, her eyes practically turning into two throbbing hearts.

"Ah... I missed you so much, Master. And now... cuddle me like I’m your neko-chan."

"Neko-chan...?"

Camila puffed out her cheeks and shot him an annoyed look.

"Yes, your neko-chan! Don’t you want to, big bro? Or do you not even know what it means? If you want, I can give you a few Japanese lessons."

"You little brat, I speak more languages than you’ve ever heard of! Some of them don’t even exist anymore! Of course I know what neko-chan means. It’s just that—"

Lars stopped when Ingrid’s words from earlier came back to him.

"...all right, fine."

As Lars slowly ran a hand over Camila’s caramel-toned skin, Ingrid cupped his face in both hands and leaned down over him.

For a few moments, the only sound in the bedroom was the wet smacking of their lips and tongues as they tangled in a slow, passionate kiss.

Then came a deafening crash.

The sound of shattering glass drowned out their kiss, followed by a shower of shards clattering across the floor.

Lars shot upright and turned toward the window.

On the windowsill, motionless in the dim light, stood a small doll.

Red hair. Denim overalls. A sinister grin fixed on its face. And in one hand, the gleaming blade of a large kitchen knife.

The moment Camila realized the doll’s glassy eyes were fixed on them, she immediately crossed her arms over her breasts to cover herself and let out a shrill scream.

"KYAAAAAAAA!!!"

"Master, what the hell is that ugly thing?" Ingrid asked.

Only two barely audible words left his lips.

"Doll Demon."

"Ugly thing, my ass, you filthy breeding cow! Piss me off and I’ll slice those huge udders right off!" the doll hissed.

Then she waved the knife toward Lars.

"Well, Blood Demon, looks like you still enjoy fooling around with your whores, huh? Let’s see how much fun you have after I cut your dick off!"

Without further hesitation, the doll launched herself from the windowsill toward the bed, crossing the room in a single leap.

But Lars wasn’t caught off guard.

He lunged at it and reached for its head, clamping his fingers around it with his palm pressed against its face.

The doll slashed at him with the knife, cutting into his forearm, and at the same time tore a strip of flesh from his hand with its teeth.

But it did nothing to slow Lars’s assault.

His momentum carried him all the way to the bedroom wall, where he slammed the doll’s head into it, crushing it between the wall and his palm.

The doll’s headless body dropped at Lars’s feet, and he shattered it with a heavy stomp.

Despite the instant victory, Camila looked deeply worried.

"B-Big bro... you’re bleeding!"

"Bleeding...?"

Lars looked down at his arm. Thin streams of blood ran from the cut on his forearm and the bite on his hand.

"Oh, right. You’re right. I hadn’t even noticed I was hurt."

The blood began flowing backward, creeping up his skin and seeping back into the wounds.

A moment later, the wounds themselves started closing, vanishing completely within a matter of seconds.

"So... is it over? Has the Doll Demon been defeated?" Ingrid asked.

"Not yet."

A thin trail of green, vapor-like gas began seeping from the doll’s severed neck. But instead of dispersing into the air, it remained tightly concentrated.

"What I destroyed wasn’t the Doll Demon. It was just one of his puppets," Lars continued.

"Does that mean more of them are coming?"

"I won’t allow it."

The green trail began to move, darting through the air toward the broken window, and Lars followed it.

"B-Big bro... where do you think you’re going naked?" Camila grumbled.

Then she muttered under her breath, "W-What horny slut might see you..."

"I’m going to settle this once and for all."

With that, Lars transformed into a large bat and flew after the trail.