How Do You Plan to Slay Me

183. How Do You Plan to Slay Me

The aftershock of the orgasm was powerful, Keisha's hand trembling as she held onto Rose Hightower.

"I'm exhausted," she said, panting. "Would you do me a favor and satisfy my boy?" She gazed into Rose's eyes, full of sincere, pleading affection.

Rose hesitated. Though she loved John, she knew he wasn't hers, nor did he consider her his. She and Albany had shared intimacy countless times, and she felt deep gratitude toward him. Whenever she needed anything, he was there for her. Now she wanted to be there for him too.

"Of course." She saw the desire burning in Albany's eyes, which convinced her. She pulled her white dress over her head and stored it in her silver bell as Albany came over and embraced her.

She turned her back to him, skipping the foreplay to move things along. She arched over Keisha, giving Albany the perfect angle to enter. Keisha, still trembling from her climax, fondled Rose's breasts as Rose massaged hers.

Keisha beckoned Albany over, using her mouth to clean him before bringing him back to full arousal. When he was fully engorged, she released him and playfully patted his behind. Go get her, baby. She almost said it aloud.

The moment Albany entered Rose, he knew she had forever changed. She moved with newfound skill, guiding him deeper while shifting and squeezing to direct him against her most sensitive spots.

She knew exactly where she wanted him to go, and what rhythm she needed. While she controlled their movements with newfound confidence, he tried his best to follow.

There were times he knew that Rose wanted him to go deeper, and he couldn't. Other times, Rose wanted him to stretch her wider, but he wasn't able to. Still, Rose reached her climax quickly, and her orgasm was powerful, one after another. Her intense contractions alone brought him to his peak. Instinctively, he withdrew before finishing, feeling it didn't belong. To his relief, he found Keisha kneeling beside them. She eagerly took him in, enveloping him in the warmth of her mouth and the tightness of her throat as he throbbed.

Satisfied, they went their separate ways. Keisha and Albany retired to one bedroom while Rose retreated to another.

Rose took a shower, then sat on the bed gazing at the twinkling stars scattered across the inky sky. Hearing giggles and the squeaking of the bed from the other room, she drifted off to sleep with a smile.

… …

The next morning, when Rose descended to the living room, she found several Vampire Hunters gathered there, having arrived in response to Keisha's late-night call.

The H.A.R.M. agents had finished cleaning the room. Albany sat at a new table, holding his customary cup of tea.

"Actually, I can't quite put my finger on it," Albany Laurent said, closing his eyes with a puzzled expression. Keisha smiled at his choice of words, remembering where he had put his fingers the night before.

"Something just feels wrong—why are the vampires becoming so reckless lately?"

H.A.R.M. Cascadia and the vampires had maintained a delicate balance for years, with both sides silently anticipating its inevitable collapse.

Yet, it was unusual for vampires to provoke him so brazenly, one after another, as they were doing now.

"Could it be that the Ascendant King is wounded, and they've sent these vampires to distract you?" Keisha asked in a hushed voice.

"I'm not sure, but this isn't the first time the Ascendant King has been wounded..." Laurent took a measured breath, the nagging sense of disquiet in his heart intensifying with each moment.

If distraction was their goal, then the tactics the Leviasaurs used near the Strait of Georgia were their usual style.

They typically send out several average-strength vampires to create bloodbaths across different locations, diverting everyone's attention. Had they not encountered someone versed in Cascadia's supreme movement technique, their strategy would have succeeded in wearing down H.A.R.M.'s forces through constant pursuit.

"If the Ascendant Vampire King had already broken through, they would have attacked us directly by now." Rose pointed out. "Why would they give us the chance to chat here? And if it hasn't broken through, why would the vampires dare risk their lives fighting H.A.R.M. Cascadia?"

Albany Laurent opened his eyes and managed a weary smile. "I hope I'm just being paranoid, but I truly can't keep them at bay anymore. I invited Olivier Maes here partly to see if we can take down another harmonizing vampire lord."

"Senior Brother, are you planning to venture out Cascadia?" Rose asked in surprise. Such a major decision needed to be reported to the headquarters first!

"Master is here, there won't be any touble that he can't handle, I want to try." Albany Laurent's expression remained unchanged.

Keisha caught the hidden meaning in his words and, momentarily forgetting that Albany had grown into a formidable general, scolded, "You weren't planning to tell the Admiral? Have you lost your mind?!"

She never would have expected such words from the typically prudent General Laurent.

Laurent gazed out the window and said quietly, "I simply want to buy Aisha more time. I don't want her anxiety about the vampire disaster to force her into making decisions she's not willing or not ready for—not before she truly breaks through."

If his inability to control the vampire lords led to another scene of mass casualties...

He knew that his junior sister's cold exterior was merely a facade. In truth, she deeply cared about the world around her, having survived the most tragic vampire disaster by crawling out from among the dead.

She constantly used the Frozen Resolve to harmonize her core Infant, compelling the already greedy Cosmic Devouring Crystal to consume icy energy it could barely tolerate.

As a consequence, the Will Embodiment of Ice Dragon swords constantly pierced her sea of essence.

The serenity in her eyes masked a numbness born from endless pain.

With her exceptional talent, she had already given more than enough to Cascadia—there was no need to ruin her last bit of dignity pandering to the capital's elite.

"Mother Keisha," Albany said, maintaining the same term of endearment despite their intimacy the previous night, "for the first time, I find myself doubting the master I deeply respect, yet I see no other solution."

As Admiral's disciple, they were all trying their best, but they still lacked the strength needed.

"..." Rose just took a muffin from the food basket, and suddenly lost her appetite.

Keisha sighed, unable to find words of comfort, and simply pretended not to hear him.

At that moment, a thin, bald man walked in.

He toyed with the gold bell in his hand as he sat down at the table opposite them.

"Master Maes," all the Vampire Hunters greeted, rising swiftly to their feet.

"General Laurent, how have you been, what's so urgent?" The bald man ignored the other Vampire Hunters, fixing his gaze directly on the man seated across from him with a measured smile.

Laurent eyed the gold bell that Maes had casually placed on the table.

He let out another weary sigh.

Then he looked up and said calmly, "I want to slay a vampire."

The bald man's eyes lit up with intense interest, and he asked with a curious smile, "Who does the general wish to slay?"

Laurent smiled in return. "The Red Mane Snow Rabbit."

Upon hearing this name, the bald man's eyebrows rose slightly in surprise before his lips curved into an amused smile. "Where do you intend to slay it?"

Laurent rose slowly. "If possible, I wish to do it here."

At this, Keisha sensed something amiss, and Rose's hand froze mid-motion as she wiped her mouth.

Before everyone's eyes, the bald man transformed into a beautiful woman with porcelain skin and an voluptuous figure.

She wore a gorgeous white dress, her crimson hair cascading down to her waist like a waterfall.

"I'd rather you call me Lady Frostine." A playful smile danced across her charming face. "Anyhow, please tell me, General Laurent, how do you plan to slay me?"

While speaking, she toyed with the gold bell on the table, her fingers moving with graceful menace.

The bell's chime rang clear and sweet, yet Albany Laurent detected an unmistakable taunt in its tone.