Blood Awakening: The Strongest Hybrid and His Vampire Bride

Chapter 630: Moon of the Desert Welcomes the Radiance of Ishtar

"C-Can you still smell it?!"

Zara’s panicked voice sounded in the carriage; despite opening both windows, the young princess struggled to avoid acting self-conscious.

"It’s fine, the issue is there, don’t you think?" Nikolai pointed to the thick white fluids drooling from her crotch. A lewd grin sewn on his face.

"Isn’t this your fault! What if I am to become pregnant, even before enjoying the throes of passion with you?!"

Her face grew exceedingly redder with each utterance, and when she finished, the princess became coy, covering her face with one pair of arms, while the second curled her fists and hit Nikolai’s chest with zero damage attacks.

She really hammered him.

The shame mixed with excitement caused her entire body to become bright red.

Nikolai spread his arms, accepting all her blows, while enjoying the view before him, an alluring Djinn princess, oozing his scent, filled with his seed. There was nothing more erotic, but when taking a second look at her skin, it was changing colour.

He commented with a serious expression.

"I don’t think you’d be able to hide anything like this."

"Nikolai Volkov!"

Like this, Nikolai spent the remaining travel time teasing and helping the poor princess clean up, though he ensured she wore the same underwear, and didn’t let her "dispose" of his good deeds, forcing the innocent princess to keep his seed in place using Soul Force.

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After the full hour of travel, the carriage eventually came to a stop. Nikolai sat comfortably on the back seat, with the princess sitting on his lap, both sets of arms hugging his neck as she placed her chin on his shoulder.

"You’re such a pervert, I mean it!"

"What have I done now?"

"Y-You..." Zara’s cheeks reddened bright red while she looked at the two clear hickeys on her breasts, barely hidden by the cloth, and the various marks he left on her body. She’d sat on his lap when he suddenly became restless and then made her "help" him a second time.

Knock Knock!

"It seems we’re to leave our love den, Princess."

Nikolai changed his atmosphere instantly; a rougish wolf suddenly became a calm, handsome gentleman offering his arm at the door. The little princess could only sit on the seat, holding her dress down, while glancing at the various wet marks on the seat.

"We... we won’t be found out, right?" Zara hesitantly asked.

He offered his hand and winked.

"Of course not, with such a beautiful princess full of grace, who would think of anything else?"

"Y-You’re right."

She blushed furiously, but managed to take the step, and took his hand as the door opened from the outside. Verda and Clara showed up with stone-like faces immediately after Zara’s atmosphere lost its shy aura.

"How was the journey? Any issues?"

"None, Your Highness, everything was according to plan. Now come, let us head into the hall."

"Mm. Husband, let’s... ah..."

Zara’s eyes widened.

The nickname Nikolai asked her to use while they enjoyed a second session remained on the tip of her tongue the moment she lowered her guard.

However, Nikolai moved without shame or embarrassment. "Of course, My Dear Princess." With a single hand, he helped guide her outside.

Zara’s body floated to the ground thanks to Nikolai’s immense physical strength and control, allowing the surrounding nobles, lords, merchants and commoners at the gates to see a magical entrance of their princess.

She waved at the people, while her dress floated slightly, her feet a little unsteady at first, but Nikolai wrapped her waist and took her side perfectly.

He could only wink in Clara’s direction while Verda took a look inside, before snapping her head toward him with a face scrunched in rage.

’Shit.’

"Princess, shall we head inside?"

"Yes, Dear Husband."

Zara’s cheeks still changed colour, but she seemed to endure in her "royal" mode.

He could avoid the trouble while at the banquet and would use it to the limit. Though when he took in the sight of the secondary palace used for this greeting banquet, even Nikolai let out a breath of admiration.

A huge, Middle Eastern-style building, with a grand garden.

Two huge pools with various elegant statues fixed inside them, likely representing the various rulers of the past. Plants, trees and various exotic things Nikolai had no idea what they were filled the lavish garden.

"How is it? Do you like our culture so far?" Zara held his arm and asked under her breath.

"It’s magical, honestly... as alluring and mysterious as their princess."

Nikolai never used to think about the sights around the world, or what he might feel or experience when seeing them. But thanks to his many lovers and wives, these thoughts and events started happening.

The rainy yet comfortable streets of Londis and now the mysterious desert of the Djinn.

He hoped to visit more places in the future once he defeated the Nosferatu and sealed the gates to the hellish realm for good.

"Hehe."

Zara squeezed his arm while smiling brightly.

Countless people watched as they entered the building, with dozens of servants all looking shocked and rushing towards the main building upon seeing Zara. The moment they entered the front entrance, a flash of gold overwhelmed the pair.

A grand entrance, with a massive staircase with golden bannisters, in front of the stairs was a large statuette of a female who resembled Zara about ninety percent. There was a passage to the left and one to the right, with a pair of doors behind the main staircase.

"Welcome, Princess!"

"Praise Her Royal Highness!"

"Blessing upon the stars, blessings from Ishtar!"

Various nobles and distant royal members offered a loud greeting as they lined up in two rows leading to the main staircase.

Zara, on the other hand, glanced at the statue and her eyes became wet.

Nikolai took note, but instead ushered her forth, as she briskly changed gears, waving and greeting them with a soft nod while they neared the huge, arched doors leading to where the main party banquet would be held.

"This is it, princess."

"Mhm, thanks for coming this far with me."

"It’s my pleasure, and duty as your husband, right?"

"Fufu. Mhm, I am expecting the best, dear husband."

"Attention! Announcing the entrance of Her Royal Highness, Zara Al’Qutari and her husband to be, Patrirach Nikolai Báthory Volkov."

The two heard their names as the doors opened before them. Nikolai’s eyes twitched when they called his full name and looked at his future wife. He never expected them to know who he was, or rather, his own vision of himself was too small.

The Moonlight Alliance’s leader was no small existence.

Should there be another war, he would be one of the main leaders.

She curled her lovely lips into an arc, "Did you underestimate the abilities of my dear brother?"

He could only swallow his own preconceptions about this land, learning that their knowledge and skills might surpass everything he believed.

"I did."

"Hmm~"

Zara hummed happily, pulling his hand along while she moved towards a middle-aged djinn with soft blue skin and droopy eyes. "Hello, Aunt Vena."

"P-Princess?! Is it really you... I heard them call your title, but. I’m so glad, actually, to see you again, we all thought..."

"Mm, do not worry. I have the support of my powerful husband and the people’s hearts." Zara spoke in a calm, mature tone, which sent tingles down Nikolai’s back. He couldn’t help but love women with hidden charm like this.

"Oh my, you used to fight your brother in the training yard and shout. "I’ll never get married!" In the past, how wonderful you’ve met... such a... wonderfully... handsome man." Aunt Vena’s voice trailed off as she audibly gulped when eyeing Nikolai’s face, body and finally his crotch; the eyes of a tigress truly could see all.

Zara didn’t quite understand her Aunt’s last words and mysterious laugh as she went to speak to another middle-aged noble. "Congratulations on your luck, Princess."

"Aunt Vena was really nice to me as a child. I just hope she hasn’t changed."

Nikolai took two glasses of champagne from the waiter’s tray, handing one to Zara with a smirk. "I am sure she’s just the same, don’t you worry."

"Mm..."

Suddenly, horns and various instruments started to play a regal melody, as a voice called out, the name both of them waited the most to hear.

"Attention, Attention, Announcing the moon of our desert, Her Royal Highness, Queen Verna Al Balthazar Qutar."

Countless people lowered their hips; in Al’Qutar, you didn’t bow, but lowered your hips and offered respect in such a way. The woman who entered could be called a frail beauty; her drooping eyes and soft expression caught Nikolai’s attention instantly.

As did his.

A broad-shouldered, tall man would stand out where most other males in the room barely reached six feet at the highest. The Shamash tribe would probably be similar, but the descendants of Ishtar’s brother remained few and far between.

Her gaze rested on Nikolai for several seconds, then, as if dragging herself away, she looked at Zara, and her face beamed with radiance.

’Eh?’

Nikolai expected some kind of conflict, but the look on his sister-in-law’s face looked truly affectionate, like when his mother watched him playing with Elizabeth and the girls from the doorway.

That’s when her sister came forward and spread her arms with a smile aimed only at Zara, who stood watching her sister-in-law with big, wet eyes.

"The Moon of the Desert welcomes the Radiance of Ishtar."

"The Radiance of Ishtar seeks the Moon of the Desert."

He didn’t quite understand these code words, but from what he could gather... Verna was accepting and welcoming Zara, and Zara... she must have also missed her brother and sister-in-law when running away.

So all he would do is ensure nothing went wrong.

"Attention! Announcing the Star of the Desert’s appearance! All rise and praise His Royal Highness! Lord Vladik, King of the Cinder court!"

And so the true meeting began.