Blood Awakening: The Strongest Hybrid and His Vampire Bride

Chapter 618: Shadow Guard - Yun’Fa!

The pair didn’t return to the command room; Nikolai guided them back to their room, finding Clara sitting with a bowl of rice and half-eaten food. Beside her was one of the Shadow Guard; in fact, Nikolai could tell by her scent that this was the woman they met in the hallway before meeting Verda.

"Ah, Princess."

The shadow guard gave a polite bow to the princess before turning to Nikolai.

"Prince."

This way of speaking caused Nikolai’s spine to tingle; he didn’t mind this. He actually enjoyed the method of calling, but noticed the blush on Zara’s cheeks and calmed his mind, not wanting to overstimulate her.

"What’s your name?" He asked.

’If she’s going to be close, I should know her name at least.’

"I am Shadow Guard, Generation 113 Yun’fa."

She said the Yun sharply, while she extended her voice, pronouncing the Fa.

Like: Yun Faa~

Nikolai didn’t know the names of Djinn well, but somehow he thought it sounded closer to someone from his world, a human from the C-Kingdom or otherwise. But he wouldn’t say something here; maybe it was a sore spot.

"You’re not a pure Djinn?" But Zara was a princess, and she didn’t care about these small things and just asked her.

The Shadow Guard bowed a little lower before removing her mask. The Djinn all had exotic colours, blue, pink, green, but to Nikolai, this girl looked human. She then revealed her four arms to prove she was a Djinn, but what Nikolai noticed was that she only had two normal arms and two arms created with Soul Force.

Zara looked up and down at the woman, then nodded.

"You must’ve trained hard to pass the examinations as a half-breed."

To Nikolai, that word reminded him of unpleasant emotions and feelings, and yet Yun’fa didn’t show any discomfort.

Actually, it was the opposite; she smiled and gave a happy nod.

"Yes, Princess!"

"I see, serve my husband well, there is no judgment or discrimination here."

"Yes, Princess!" Zun’fa’s excited voice increased before she took the empty plates and bowl away from the quiet Clara, who watched them silently.

Nikolai looked at Zara and shook his head.

He couldn’t quite make heads or tails of some things with the Djinn’s customs or the things they did. But at least he knew Zara wasn’t insulting her; she was praising her.

"What’s the matter?" She tilted her head upon noticing his look.

"Nothing."

Nikolai shook his head with a smile.

"Did you think I would be disgusted by her or something?"

"A little."

"Hmph, idiot. I already told you how I felt as a royal with only four arms, and it’s normal for those born with mixed parentage to suffer. A half-Djin is limited in their evolution; no matter the parent, they are born with a normal body like yours, with one pair of arms."

Zara then tapped her lips, squishing them softly as if lost in thought. "But, most of them struggle to summon a pair of extra arms using Soul Force." She turned to Nikolai with a bright smile. "That means Zun’fa is an exceptional talent to manifest them so easily and without issue!"

Nikolai watched her, observing how she reacted before he asked.

"Then what about our child? Wouldn’t that be an issue as a queen to have a half-Djinn child with me in the future?"

Poof~

His lips trembled as she turned bright red.

"Y-Y-You?!"

Zara’s body shook as she placed both palms on her cheeks. "A kiss is enough, but children... w-what’re trying to ask of me?!"

"Nothing, but would you be fine with that?"

He didn’t know why he brought this up, knowing his bloodline and the black blood in his veins, their child would likely be the first ever Djinn with both bloodlines perfectly replicated without the defects and some of his powers entwined.

’Probably the strongest Djinn since Ishtar and Shamash...’

However, he really liked the cute woman’s reactions to his words.

The conservative little Djinn was less worldly than Clara, who sat on the bed with a crooked smile.

’This dark fairy seems to have changed a lot in the past month.’

He thought back to the cute and lovely girl he met in Londis, but now, after becoming close friends with Anya, she started to learn more about the world and sometimes scared him with her hungry, predatory glance.

The fairy responded to his gaze by sticking out her pink tongue.

"I would!" Zara exclaimed after thinking.

Nikolai turned back, seeing her bright red face and body as she tried to cover her cheeks, which was pleasant.

Teasing this Djinn tickled him in places he never imagined before.

’To think she always seemed to put together.’

"I see."

He didn’t give a long sermon or speak, but noted that she accepted this kind of future, which brought a smile to his lips.

She watched him with a curious expression after he replied, maybe even a little upset that he didn’t show more joy, but soon gave up and sat on the extra bed. Thanks to their moment in the little cave, Zara’s confidence and emotions managed to recover from earlier, and she no longer seemed so desperate or anxious.

So Nikolai focused on Clara; she was also one of his women after all.

"How are you feeling, Clara? Do you feel sore anywhere?"

Clara’s black eyes peered at him with wonder. She sometimes scared him when she stared at him like this, but he also knew that, because of her race and upbringing, she lacked a lot of social development.

’Thankfully, Amphitrite and Anya offered to help.’

Thanks to their outgoing personalities, her introverted nature appeared to be fading.

"It’s not much, but my back is a little sore."

"Really, want me to check it for you?"

"You won’t try to do anything perverse, right?"

"Would I do that?!" He asked while puffing out his chest.

"..."

"Anyway, who taught you to be so cautious of me?"

He wondered who whispered something strange into his little fairy’s ears and planned to tell them off when he went back home.

"Sister Anya said that men are all wolves, and always think about that kind of stuff."

Nikolai nodded. ’I see, it’s you, Anya!’

"But, am I just another man to you, Clara?"

Since she appeared to be learning how to protect herself from men, he thought adding himself as an exception would be the smartest thing to do.

Clara glanced at his face, observing his eyes as she tapped her chin, before subconsciously biting her lips for a moment. Then she slowly shifted her eyes, and with a faint blush on her cheeks, she nodded. "I suppose, Brother is special."

"So, when Anya talks about men, she means others. They are evil, beasts trying to eat you up, so never do anything with them."

To his surprise, Clara rolled her eyes.

"Brother, I’m not stupid."

Then she flashed a cheeky smile, her pearly whites before unzipping her jacket, and slowly lying on her front as she shifted her clothes to reveal her pale, untouched back with smooth curves and a soft, silky surface.

"The pain is here." She pointed to the area close to her hips, near her kidneys.

Nikolai’s brain stopped after being teased by this black fairy. Her evil heart was enough to tempt and hypnotise him for a moment.

’That smile is too strong!’

He glanced at her delicate fingertip pointing to her snow-white skin and noticed a small red mark with a slight bruise.

’Will my aura help heal her bruise?’

At first, he was bluffing.

However, since she showed him an actual issue, he couldn’t just sit still and slid closer. Zara peeked at them several times, but knowing their relationship, she couldn’t say anything and instead pretended to look away.

’I can see you glancing from the corner of your eye, silly girl.’

"Okay, I’ll give you a massage now, don’t make strange noises."

"Ok~ Ok~"

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Clara answered with a mocking tone as she closed her eyes.

But...

The moment his big, warm hands pressed against her back, a tingling jolt shot through her spine and flowed through her every cell. Her body shuddered as his pressure sank into her flesh. A strange feeling welled up in her abdomen, and her mouth couldn’t help but open as she desperately held back her voice, with a soft sigh.

Good.

It was too good!

Clara hadn’t heard from the other sisters about Nikolai’s massage skills before; she was joking, but the sudden feeling of his rough hands caressing her back, the knots in her muscles vanished as if exorcised.

She held her mouth closed, her eyes shut tightly as she snorted, unable to hide how pleasurable it felt to have him explore her body.

A pleasure too different from sex, yet the comfort was just as great.

It wasn’t something she knew!

"Nn!"

His hands crept up and down her back, the warmth eliminating all pain and soreness before turning everything into a pleasure that sank deep into her muscles and flesh.

Eventually, her hand slipped, and the suggestive little sighs from her lips grew louder and louder, causing Zara’s cheeks to blush.

She didn’t want this to end.

The pain vanished, and the man she loved was pampering her, so Clara remained still, sometimes lifting her hips and grinding them against the quilt trapped between her thighs as a humid heat grew between them.

"Does it feel good?" His low voice echoed in her ears, like a dream.

"Mhm~ it’s amazing, please a little lower."

Clara’s cheeks flushed pink after she spoke her honest desires. Each time his hands came close to her hips, a slight click sounded, and then a rush of heat gathered in her abdomen, the softness of her flesh fondled by his thick fingers.

When he squeezed her hips, she wiggled, as if to let his fingers touch her buttocks.

Because a jolt of electricity shot through her spine when he brushed close.

"Wow, that looks so comfortable."

"Eh?!" Clara’s face froze as she suddenly remembered they weren’t alone.

The little dark fairy turned to see Zara, the voluptuous and plump Djinn, watching her being massaged and getting turned on with an excited expression.

’No, don’t look!’

Alas, Nikolai couldn’t read minds, so his hands just worked their magic.

Clara’s body shuddered, her eyes opening wide as the world became bright and filled with nothing but clouds and comfort. She didn’t know where she was, and only the constant tingling of her muscles brought back her senses.

There was no more strength to stop or complain.

She lay on the bed and tried to hold in her gasps for air, while hating that she could feel the stickiness between her legs.

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Meanwhile, Nikolai glanced at the wet bedding under her body and between her thighs and gave a wry smile.

’Now she won’t be so cheeky.’