A Modern Guy in the Lesbian Vampires' Court 9 (Patreon)

A Modern Guy in the Lesbian Vampires' Court 9 - or ‘My business as the treasurer is surely a troublesome one among those ‘supposed’ world-conquerors’ (Castlevania Animated Series, Vampire!SI)

As expected, our return in Styria wasn’t met with the same grand fanfare provided to Morana and Striga.

After all, we weren’t returning from a military campaign, but a diplomatic visit. There was nonetheless a degree of celebration. We had the importance needed to warrant that sort of stuff. It was irrelevant nonetheless.

What mattered was the news we got as we entered Graz, and I would be a liar if I said I was the angriest of the two. Lenore spearheaded our steps with a vicious scowl on her face. A rare look matching the even rarer circumstance that fueled it.

I wasn’t exactly chill myself, but I knew better than to be too brash about it. It was bad, with Carmilla having tried and failed to get somewhere by having the fake deputies seduced, thus deciding to go through a rather nasty trick that was easy to spot by the spies we had her tailed with.

She forged a letter that claimed we gave her the green light to go on with the ‘HRE-Destabilization Plan’. Something that we explicitly said was not going to go through until we were back.

As the doors leading to the council’s chamber were slammed open, almost hitting the guards in the process, the attention of the trio within the room was aimed at Lenore. A very livid Lenore at that.

“Sister-” Striga started to greet, failing to recognize how enraged the smaller woman was.

“Is it true?!” The redhead snapped, glaring at Carmilla.

It was a bit more than a cordial return.

“What is, Lenore?” Carmilla asked back with a flat but aware tone.

“You overruled our votes and pushed demands on our staff?!”

Morana frowned. “We were aware you and John gave permission for this through a letter?”

“We have not received or sent any letters while we were journeying,” I answered with a bit of forced calm in my voice. “We were busy with other matters such as avoiding human settlements as much as possible and had no messengers for most of the trip. Then we decided against sending a letter out of worry Lord Dracula may have had a way to look into those.”

“I-”

“How could you?!” Lenore angrily interrupted again. “Sister, how can you just usurp a right that isn’t yours? This council- how come every time we try to keep this alive, you seek to destroy it?”

Carmilla scoffed, “Perhaps you forget who you are talking to, sister. I have done nothing worthy of such an attack.”

“Y-You literally created a letter from nothing and dared to say that we had given you permission for such a thing!”

“I have the letter in my office-” Ready to mysteriously vanish. “I will bring it to the next meeting. For now, we have to focus on the matter at hand. The Holy Roman Emperor has seen fit to summon all his Electors to discuss a ban on the newly-produced bibles, but the damage is already done and revolts are sprouting all over their Empire.”

Lenore was pissed, utterly so. She got herself rebutted quite badly and while she could keep on going, she knew that any further pushing would have led to an open confrontation. One that would have gone too bad on her side both physically and stance-wise.

She was furious, there wasn’t any denying of that, and I took a seat while ignoring Carmilla as much as possible. I was angry about it myself, but rushing it now would be too much. Lenore was ticked off by something that really got under her skin- losing power. So, she was unusually moody due to this.

Still, the plan was slightly working. The spread was less than it should have been due to how the network hadn’t been fully developed, but the end result was nonetheless promising.

Most of the rebellion was burning through the north where Anti-Hessian sentiments had been stirring for some time now. Peasants and Priests were taking on this charge against the feudal nobility and the Emperor. For now it was all disobedience and limited clashes, but with the right push that was going to escalate into a proper civil war.

After that, tension returned within the table. Lenore was behaving a bit childish to some extent as it was time to mention how things went with Lord Dracula, ‘feeling forgetful’ of some specific details. Part of me wanted her to keep away from being too petty, but I have to agree that the barb was a necessity now that Carmilla had escalated the hostilities like that.

Plus, she got the general stuff out for others to grasp upon, thus it wasn’t exactly a damaging behavior just yet. That happened to fully manifest when I returned to my bedroom, got told that Lenore got comfy there waiting for the guards, and… found her there with a few emptied wine bottles, sitting on her bed with just her blue-colored underwear and… a pair of red eyes that told me one thing.

She had plans for the night.

“Lenore-”

“John, I- I know,” The girl interrupted with a huff, stumbling a bit on her words as she sounded tipsy. “No sex before we know each other better- but I am horny, drunk, and very angry. So, you either satisfy the former, or you’re getting me being a bitch to you.”

…

“Did you plan this before or-”

“Before getting drunk. The wine is to dull away the irritation. Don’t want to claw your back too much.”

I frowned at that ‘too much’ in the promise. “Angry sex is an odd request.”

“I… I trust you,” The redhead bluntly stated, and I sighed. “D-Do you want to do it?”

“I mean, knowing how things are, I think you need to unwind as much as I do- if not more.”

A twitchy smile appeared on her face as we got things started. I admit I had thought this would have been a bit more vanilla. And it kind of was. She was super-wet and thus not needing any teasing before I stuck it in her.

The kissing was soft and warm, sending shivers through our spines as we pressed against each other onto the mattress. She was soon hugging me and… talking.

Drunk Lenore is a very Fun Plotter as I soon discovered, with the girl alternating moans with what loose thoughts were on her mind. Specifically, what she wanted to do with Carmilla.

“I-I will peg her. With a barbed wooden dick,” She muttered against my chest, eyes aimed at mine as I looked down quizzically. “I bet- bet she will love getting butt-fucked like that.”

Note to add, she is a fun and crass plotter.

“I think it would be too gruesome of a sight,” I rebuked softly, holding back a groan as her legs pushed me closer and to drill her strongly with what little space to move I had at my disposal. “How about a titty-twister?”

“Oooh~ Me likey,” The redhead hummed with a grin. “How about we turn her into a cow? Get some magic to make her lactate… uh… blood! Yes, the blood cow Carmilla!”

“Or it could be milk to serve it to humans.”

Lenore giggled, nuzzling onto me. “That’s even bettah~! You could breed her to make her milky?”

I shuddered. “I wouldn’t bring my cock anywhere near her. Plus, I am already committed.”

Sighing, Lenore leaned up to kiss my chin. “Always the flatterer, and… and you’re right.”

I smiled-

“I wanna make a baby now.”

Well shit.

“Isn’t that too sudden?”

“Scared?”

“A bit. We are in a tense environment at the moment, a baby would be at risk all the time.”

Lenore hummed. “Then we do something to Carmilla to make her pay. So we can have a baby fast!”

“That doesn’t sound like a bad idea- but it’s better to not rush it.”

“We are not,” She assured mirthfully, then Lenore tensed up and giggled. “John?”

“Hm?”

“I love yah.”

I smiled back. “Love you too.”

“Ah, I got you to say it!” She boasted happily. “And now, back to baby-making please~!”

I decided to go a bit rougher about it, noticing she appreciated the faster pace and harder pounding. We went on to do this for a few hours and… then we went to sleep. Me with a most amused mind and Lenore with a most full womb.

I wouldn’t say it was the finest way to level up our relationship but… we were not regretting any of it.

Except for the hangover as poor Lenore spent an hour vomiting by the bathroom, pumping out the booze from her system.

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AN

Drunk Lenore is a Fun Lenore… for the night. The next day may see some vomit projectile-related issues.