My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

Dante and Velryna had a mission now: to drag two completely inebriated angels to safety before they did something even more shameful. Raphael was practically hanging off Velryna's shoulders, muttering disconnected words about the grandeur of existence and how she could definitely fly if she tried hard enough. Uriel, on the other hand, was leaning on Dante, her legs feeling like jelly, while she looked around with half-closed eyes and a dazed expression.

"I... I'm sorry..." Uriel murmured, his voice slurred. "I don't... do that often..."

"Don't say it," Dante replied, trying to hide a smile as he held her waist to prevent her from collapsing to the floor.

Velryna snorted, adjusting Raphael, who was becoming increasingly limp and starting to mutter something about how unfair it was that humans could drink so much without looking like they were going to fall off a cliff.

"There's a hotel just over there," Velryna said, pointing with her head. "Let's hope they have a room available."

-

The hotel was small, but decent. A receptionist looked them up and down as they entered-two sober individuals carrying two visibly inebriated women-but Dante just gave them a firm look that prevented any comment.

"A room," Velryna said quickly.

The receptionist flipped through a register, then grimaced. "We only have one room available. Two king-size beds."

The two of them looked at each other. Dante sighed. "Will do."

-

When they finally managed to get the two into the suite, the real challenge began.

Uriel had collapsed as soon as he touched the bed, his body sprawling as if he had finally given up fighting the force of gravity. Raphael, however, wasn't making things easy. She refused to lie down, insisting that she needed to "make a speech" first.

"You... you don't understand," Raphael wagged a finger in the air, his eyes half-closed. "I'm... a celestial warrior..." She stumbled forward, and Velryna had to catch her before she fell to the ground.

"Yes, a celestial warrior who can barely stand," Velryna muttered.

"Exactly!" Raphael pointed at her, triumphantly.

Dante, who was trying to get Uriel's shoes off without waking her, just shook his head. "Just lie down, Raphael."

Raphael sighed dramatically and then, as if all his energy had been drained, fell face down on the bed next to Uriel. A soft snore followed.

Velryna blinked. "...That was easier than I thought."

Dante laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "And to think they're some of the most powerful creatures in the world."

Velryna crossed her arms, watching Raphael and Uriel slumped on the bed, completely unconscious. "Yeah... terrifying in battle, but an absolute disaster with alcohol."

They exchanged a complicit glance, then their eyes fell on the only remaining bed.

"Let's get one thing straight," Velryna said, pointing a finger at Dante. "No funny business. They may be out now, but if one of them wakes up and sees something strange..."

Dante raised his hands in an innocent gesture, a smile playing on his lips. "Well, well... you brought it up, Velryna. Does that mean you're thinking about it?" He tilted his head slightly, his gaze provocative. "Are you excited, darling?"

Velryna snorted, but a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "Go to sleep before I throw you on the floor, Dante."

He laughed low and settled down next to her, keeping a respectable space between the two of them. "Yes, ma'am." Dante said smiling.

The air was heavy with sexual tension as Velryna lay down next to Dante, her skin tingling with his closeness.

Dante eventually... tried something... after all, he could already tell that his beautiful wife was in the mood, despite being next to two drunken angels passed out in bed, he still saw that she was aroused.

She could smell him, a mixture of musk and something deeper, darker, that attracted her like a beacon. Her breasts rose with quickened breathing and she had to bite her lip to hold back a moan when Dante's fingers lazily traced the exposed skin on her thigh.

"You're quite nervous," he murmured as his hands touched her thighs under the throw.

The unconscious angels in the next bed were completely forgotten as Velryna lost herself in Dante's eyes. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, hear the steady beating of his heart beneath his muscular chest. Her own body reacted, her nipples hardening under her thin dress, her panties growing damp with desire.

Dante slid his hand up her thigh, his fingers brushing the curve of her hip, and Velryna had to swallow.

"P-stop..." Her breath caught in her throat as his hand moved up, his fingers playing with the edge of her panties. She knew she had to stop him, that they were taking a serious risk, but it felt so good, so hot, that she couldn't find the strength to protest.

Dante's lips brushed her neck, her jaw, and Velryna turned her head to encourage him, her fingers tangling in his hair. She could feel the heat of his breath on her skin, his hand moving under her dress to caress her lower thighs.

'!!!' His touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure through her.

When he pulled away to look at her, his eyes dark with desire, Velryna could no longer contain herself.

"This is your fault." Velryna said before giving up on holding back.

She pulled his face into a searing kiss, their lips fusing, tongues tasting each other. There was a desperate need in that kiss, an urgency that couldn't be denied. Dante's hands moved to her breasts, squeezing the soft flesh, and she moaned against his mouth, the sound muffled.

Velryna knew they should stop, that they were only increasing their desire, but she couldn't find the strength to pull away. The sensation of his fingers massaging her nipples while his mouth explored hers was almost too much to bear. She wanted more, she wanted everything from him, and she didn't care about the consequences.

Dante pulled away just enough to whisper against her lips: "Darling, we shouldn't... unless you don't mind little angels-" But the words were interrupted when Velryna moved against him, pressing her hips against his growing erection.

"mmn!" He let out a strangled moan and pulled her into another voracious kiss. The room began to fill with wet sounds from all sides.

Their hands moved frantically, desperate to explore every inch of skin available. Velryna's dress was pulled out from under the sheet itself, leaving her in just her panties, and she pulled Dante's shirt over his head before attacking his muscular chest with hungry kisses. Their hunger was insatiable, each touch sending waves of ecstasy through their bodies.

When Dante slid his hand inside her panties and caressed her drenched folds, Velryna could no longer hold back her scream. She moved against his fingers, desperate for more contact, more pressure. He was close, so close, and she could feel the growing desire inside her, the heat building up between her legs.

But just as she was about to climax, Dante pulled away. There was a wicked smile on his lips as he took off his pants and guided her on top of him. The sensation of his throbbing member penetrating her wetness was almost too much to bear. She rode him slowly, savoring every inch, letting herself be filled completely.

Then they lost themselves in the old rhythm, bodies moving in harmony as pleasure swept over them. Velryna rode Dante with abandon, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. There was something primal about it, an animalistic need that couldn't be denied. They embraced as if their lives depended on it, the sounds of their bodies coming together echoing in the silent room.

When they climaxed together, it was with a muted cry of ecstasy. Velryna's body shuddered, waves of pleasure radiating through her limbs as she collapsed on top of him. Dante held her waist, preventing her from falling, and they stayed like that for a moment, trying to catch their breath.

Finally, Velryna rolled onto her side, her body sated and satisfied. She looked at the still-sleeping angels beside them and let out a low laugh. "I can't believe we did that," she muttered, running her hand through her tousled hair.

Dante smiled, pulling her closer. "Didn't I ever say it wasn't a good idea?" He kissed her bare shoulder and sighed. "But now that I've got it out of my head... I really need to sleep."

Velryna laughed again and snuggled against him, closing her eyes. "Sleep well," she whispered. "Because I don't know how much longer we can control ourselves."

"Onnnw..." Urial yawned suddenly.

Dante and Velryna exchanged surprised glances and at the same time tried to keep their composure as they heard Uriel's soft murmur. She stood up slightly, like a sleepwalker, her gaze hazy and her eyes still half-closed. She rubbed her eye with her hand as she sat up in bed, looking completely lost in her own world.

"Hmmm..." Uriel murmured, his voice muffled by deep sleep, as if he were in a distant dream. "I wanted to have sex..."

Dante stopped breathing for a moment, feeling the weight of the situation. Velryna looked at him with wide eyes, hardly believing what she had just heard. For a moment, time seemed to stand still.

Quickly, Uriel shook his head, his body falling back onto the bed with a soft sigh, already completely unconscious again. Silence settled over the room, and the two of them remained motionless, trying to process what had just happened.

Dante leaned back in his chair, a nervous laugh escaping his lips. "Well, that was... unexpected."

Velryna put her hand to her forehead, blushing slightly. "I... have no words. What just happened...?"

"Ah, just another surprise from a night we'll never forget," Dante said, trying to keep his composure. He leaned back in his chair, trying to recover from the shock. "At least she's not awake to notice."