My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

A lot had changed in the environment, in fact, everything. The gift of magic was something truly amazing, even in Dante's eyes.

He was now in a very different room from the bathroom he had been in. In fact, there was no bathroom anymore, he was in a very luxurious and beautiful Victorian room... Alice had changed the environment a few times during her "distraction" as Queen.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The room was bathed in soft light from the magic candles, whose flames oscillated to the rhythm of the non-existent wind.

Dante was lying down, propped up on some soft pillows, with Alice nestled under him, resting on his chest, their bodies covered only by a silk sheet that barely disguised their curves.

The heat still hung in the air, but it wasn't just physical; it was like a connection, a comfort that only they could share at that moment. Alice was so content, she couldn't even move properly, she just wanted to rest on that man who had taken her in and accepted her, so suddenly in a single fit of impulse.

"Do you believe that this kind of peace can last?" Alice asked, her voice soft as her fingers drew abstract patterns on Dante's chest, and her own breasts puffed out over the man's chest. Her eyes sparkled in the candlelight, and a small smile was always on the verge of forming.

"You know it's difficult, even more so in our world," Dante replied with a quiet smile, tilting his head to look at her. "But for now, I want to pretend it is, after all, you've been twisting it for a long time." He smiled at her as he raised his hand to stroke her white hair.

"Fufufu~ You figured it out how long ago?" Alice laughed, a light, musical sound, and then turned a little more to face him. The sheet slipped a little, revealing more of her bare skin and causing Dante to raise an eyebrow. She noticed and tilted her head, making an apologetic face and feigning innocence.

"What's wrong?" he asked in a sweet voice, his lips curved into a playful smile.

"Nothing... just wondering if you're aware of how dangerous you are, really... a very dangerous woman," he replied, sliding his hand through her hair and down her shoulder.

"Dangerous?" Alice leaned even closer to him, letting her long hair fall over them both. Her eyes were locked on his, shining with a mixture of provocation and tenderness. "I'm never dangerous... unless you want me to be, of course, my husband."

Dante laughed, shaking his head. "You make it sound like I'm the only one trying to resist here. Will you keep it up?"

"Who knows?" Alice smiled, pleased to have disconcerted him. She snuggled back into him, sighing deeply as her fingers roamed dangerously over his toned muscles.

"You know I'm here, right? No matter where you have to go, or what you have to face, I won't let you out of my sight anymore." She spoke, the woman's eyes for a few seconds like two spiraling abysses of madness and possession, something that made Dante fall silent for a moment, his gaze lost in the ceiling.

"I'll need to go back to Hell soon," he said at last, his voice more serious. "It's been chaos since I left, and I can't leave it in the wrong hands. It feels like the end is coming... and here I am... fucking my wife's mother."

Hey, that offends me, you know? I'm not your wife's mother anymore!" She said jokingly, "Yes, you still are... or are you going to say that you don't have a fetish for having sex with your son-in-law?" Dante asked, smiling mischievously, teasing her.

"Stop teasing me! I just wanted a husband!" Alice said quickly and Dante smiled, "That's why I said you're dangerous Hahaha" Dante said, "Humpf! Stop teasing me!" Alice said giving him a little pat and falling to the side, lying down next to him.

"Hey, look at me!" she ordered and stood up a little, resting her chin on her hand to look him in the eye. The sheet slid down even further, and she pretended not to notice as she waited for his reaction. Dante turned his head and saw the scene, but remained quiet.

"I don't know what the situation is, but if you want a Queen's opinion... you're too kind." Alice smiled, "I like your way, but with enemies... Even if they're cockroaches, you have to be their terror." She commented.

"Why are you saying that?" Dante asked looking at her, while her bold appearance didn't take his attention away from her eyes.

"Morgana commented that you had begun to follow the path of a conqueror... But even if I look, I don't see a Conqueror." She said sincerely, "It's not a lack of determination, it's not a lack of power either..." She murmured.

"So what do you see?" he asked, his voice low, but with genuine curiosity. "If I'm not a conqueror, what am I in your eyes?"

Alice bit her lip for a moment, as if pondering the question. Her eyes danced across his face, noticing every line and shadow that the light in the room created.

"You're a leader," she finally replied. "But not the kind that subjugates or demands blind loyalty. You lead because you have good, competent people by your side. Because you protect them. That's what makes you unique. And... that's what makes so many people, especially women, unable to resist you."

Dante arched an eyebrow, the corner of his lips curving into a smile. "Including you, Queen?"

Alice snorted, but couldn't help but smile. "Me? Of course, I didn't have a chance from the start, that's why I'm in this situation now... I didn't even have time to react, and the next thing I knew, I was yours..." She murmured, smiling.

They were silent for a while and Dante finally commented. "I've been thinking about what I want to achieve, and I've realized that nothing matters much, apart from those next to me." Dante smiled, "I'm only going to hell because I know that if I don't stop that woman, I'll end up regretting it," Dante commented.

"Mary Rose... I still don't understand how she's evaded all my magic so far." Alice commented.

Dante nodded slowly, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as he processed his thoughts. "Mary Rose... She's different. Smarter, more cunning. And there's something about her that makes me think she knows more about me than she should."

Alice sighed, resting her head on his chest, absentmindedly tracing lines with her fingers over his skin. "She's always been a strategist. While you act on instinct, she acts as if she's playing a board where all the pieces are already lined up. That's what makes her dangerous."

"I know," Dante replied, his voice deep. "But that's exactly why I need to deal with it. I don't want anyone I love to suffer for my hesitation." Explore new worlds at empire

Alice lifted her face to look at him, her expression softening with a tender smile. "You always say that, as if you were the only one responsible for all of us, not just your wives, but the whole supernatural world. Sometimes it's good to ask for help, you know?"

"It's not that," he replied, sliding his hand through her hair. "It's just that none of you can go to Hell to stop Astaroth. You'd probably die the moment you entered Hell," Dante commented with a wistful smile. "Only I can stop all this trouble."

She remained silent, absorbing his words, before whispering: "I admire that about you, you know? That sense of responsibility. But... you don't have to carry it alone."

Dante smiled, his eyes meeting hers. "You're with me now. Morgana too. And all the others. But the final weight will always be mine."

Alice narrowed her eyes, a glint of determination appearing in them. "Then allow me to be your support. Don't underestimate me."

"Fufufu~" He laughed, the sound echoing softly through the room. "Underestimate you? Never. If anyone taught me never to underestimate a woman, it was you." He said as his eyes stared at the woman's full breasts.

"Why do you seem to be talking about something else?" She asked embarrassed, Dante gave her a mischievous smile, his eyes sparkling with an almost childish mischief. "Because, perhaps, I am."

Alice narrowed her eyes, her cheeks flushing as she crossed her arms over her chest, instinctively trying to cover herself. "You're impossible, you know that? You can't have a serious conversation for more than two minutes without veering off into... that."

He laughed, putting one of his hands behind his head. "You can't blame me. I mean, look at you." He gestured with his hand, indicating her as if it were obvious.

"It's like trying to ignore a treasure shining right before my eyes. Mission impossible."

Alice sighed, but the corner of her lips couldn't resist a smile. "You really are a conqueror, but your approach needs a little more subtlety, you know?"

"Ah, subtlety has never been my strong suit," Dante replied, leaning towards her, his intense eyes meeting hers. "But if that's what you prefer, I can try... to be more persuasive."

She rolled her eyes, but couldn't hide the growing blush on her cheeks. "You're incorrigible, Dante."

"Maybe," he admitted, leaning even closer, his voice low and husky. "But I think you like it."

Alice snorted, but didn't pull away, letting out a shy laugh as she looked away. "Careful, or I'll end up teaching you a lesson, Mr. Conqueror."

"Fufufu~" He laughed again, his hand lightly touching her chin to make her look at him. "I'm looking forward to this lesson, my queen. Show me what it means to be conquered, after all... we've been here two years already and you still haven't managed to win a victory."

Alice smiled, a mischievous sparkle dancing in her eyes as she slid her body closer to his, the sheets slipping slightly, she lifted herself over him, sitting on his lap, while something wet brushed against him...

"Shall we continue now? We haven't played for a while," she said as she spread her legs slightly and put her fingers in her pink pussy, slightly opening her wet lips for him in a very perverted way.

"Then I'm the one who's no good at it..." Dante murmured, smiling.