Chapter 40: Vampire's Night - Shalltear

Shalltear is no ordinary vampire in Nazarick—she's a Floor Guardian, high in the hierarchy, destined, in her mind, to become Ainz-sama's consort, second only to him. Her arrogance, befitting her strength, has never been a problem. Until now.

Nazarick's denizens often reflect their creators' traits. Demiurge, born from Ulbert Alain Odle's malevolence, and Sebas Tian, shaped by Touch Me's justice, are prime examples, as Ainz himself knows. And Shalltear? Her creator, Peroroncino, the Bombardment Wing King, poured his unfiltered desires into her, crafting her as a provocative, sensual being.

But there's more. Peroroncino, younger brother to Bukubukuchagama, always bowed to his sister's will—not in masochism, which Shalltear openly embodies, but in his "youngest sibling" nature. Shalltear inherited this subtle trait: a hint of clingy, spoiled affection.

She usually suppresses it, but when it surfaces, she seeks Ainz-sama's indulgence. As a high-ranking guardian, only he suffices. Yet, Ainz-sama's grandeur makes casual affection risky, especially with an upcoming expedition alongside him. If her neediness endangered him, she'd never forgive herself. She had to sate and seal that side of her.

So, she came to E-Rantel.

But…

"Shalltear-sama, where would you like to go?"

"Shalltear-sama, my bedroom, then?"

"Shalltear-sama, we're here. I'll open the door—hold tight."

"Shalltear-sama, the bed? Or perhaps the sofa for a change?"

"Shalltear-sama, near the window to bask in moonlight?"

Shalltear snapped.

"Enough! Stop with the 'Shalltear-sama' nonsense! Listen up—you're my big brother now. Big brothers don't call their little sister 'sama.' Act like one!"

Her shout roared in my ear as I held her, princess-style. Compared to Albedo-sama's screams, it was tame. I softened my tone, like a brother would. "Alright, Shalshal."

"…Call me Shalltear," she huffed.

"Shalltear it is."

"You'd better not call me that outside this room, or I'll turn you into a meatball for Entoma's snack. And Solution would want a share, so they'd better split it nicely."

"I haven't met Entoma-sama, but I hope they'd get along."

"You've got some guts…" she muttered.

"Hey, don't call your big brother 'you,'" I teased.

"…Fine."

Even as her "big brother," she held the reins. Her small hands gripped my cheeks, pulling me into a kiss—not on the cheek or jaw, but lips. She parted her red lips, pecking mine, nibbling my upper lip, then lower, five times each, before slipping her tongue inside.

Human warmth contrasted her vampire chill. Her tongue traced my lips' insides, teeth, gums, then tangled with mine—soft, warm. Wary of her fangs, I held back, but she pressed harder, sucking deeply. Our mingled saliva pooled; she swallowed it all, her throat warming as if her body ignited.

Her cold demeanor thawed.

Lowered to the bed, I leaned in, but she stopped me. Kicking off her red heels, she stood tall on the mattress.

"Tonight, Shalltear dressed up special for you, big brother! ♪"

"Can't wait," I said, though my enthusiasm waned. Albedo-sama's bold allure outshone her. Shalltear might become a breathtaking beauty, but against Albedo-sama, she paled.

"Ta-da!" She flung open her cloak. Nothing. The enchanted fabric veiled her in shadow.

I blinked. She smirked mischievously, untying the gold cord at her collar.

"!"

"Well? Isn't Shalltear pretty?"

The cloak's magic faded, revealing her. Black silk gloves reached her upper arms, glossy and elegant, edged with delicate lace. Matching stockings hugged her slender legs, held by a garter belt. Typically, panties go over the belt for practicality, but Shalltear wore hers beneath—deliberately. The sheer lace panties sported a large red ribbon, not just decor but a tie keeping the open crotch closed. Her bra, barely a half-cup, left her delicate peaks exposed, glowing red against her pale vampire skin. A gothic choker, laced with frills, adorned her neck.

Her youthful frame, wrapped in provocative lingerie, was strikingly sensual. Albedo-sama might've scoffed, "Don't overreach, little girl," sparking a war. Thankfully, she wasn't here.

"Take a good look! ♪" Shalltear invited.

I stared, wide-eyed, at her pale, captivating form.

(Why's he silent? Too much? No, the Vampire Brides said it suited me… Were they lying? I'll deal with them later… ♡)

Her cloak fluttered to a coat rack. Sitting on the bed's edge, she crossed her legs seductively, switching them to flaunt her open crotch, then extended her right leg.

"!"

"Big brother, look how… excited you are," she teased, her toes grazing my bulge, feeling its hardness.

"Getting worked up over Shalltear's naughty lingerie?"

"…Yeah," I admitted.

Humiliation stung. Her delicate frame—small chest, slim waist, slight hips—reminded me of Larna. I'd moved past revenge, but resentment lingered. We'd been intimate, her tax-funded lingerie flaunted before me countless times. To think I couldn't forget her, even under Albedo-sama's protection, despite Shalltear's lesser allure.

Frustrating. Yet, I was aroused.

But this was Shalltear, not Larna. I had to focus on recharging her spirit.

Giggling, she slid back on the bed, beckoning me. I shed my clothes and joined her.

"Your thing's so hard, big brother. It makes Shalltear feel naughty too! ♡" She spread her legs in an M-shape, tilting back to display her ribbon-tied crotch.

"Untie it," she purred.

I leaned in, pulling the ribbon. It unraveled easily, the red bow falling onto the white sheets, opening her delicate window.

"Shalltear wants you so bad, big brother. I'm all wet… such a naughty girl…"

"You are naughty," I said.

"Eep! ♡"

I pinned her down. Shalltear's sadistic streak, sated in battle or with her Vampire Brides, was matched by her masochistic side. With Ainz-sama not indulging her, now was her chance to unleash it.

"Oh, big brother, sucking my chest like a baby!"

"Babies don't tease here," I said, grazing her.

"Ahh… your fingers… I love them inside me…"

Her cold vampire skin warmed under my touch. Her cherry-like peaks glistened; I kissed them softly, then firmer, savoring their resilience. Her open panties welcomed two fingers, slipping in effortlessly.

"Ohh… your fingers feel so good… I love them! ♡ It's making such naughty sounds…" She reached for me, her small hand struggling with my size, its heat burning against her cool touch.

"Don't go too fast, or you'll break me!" she gasped as I intensified.

Her tightness demanded care. I kept her wet, fingers stirring, splashing the sheets with her essence.

"Your hand's slacking," I teased. "This is what you want, right?"

"Yes… I want it…"

"Not yet."

"Noo… don't tease me!"

Her eyes glistened, cheeks flushed. Her thighs took over, their cool touch divine.

"Ahh!" She arched, squirting, toes pointed, hips lifted. My fingers slipped out as she collapsed, twitching.

"I need it now…" she whimpered.

"Back to 'Shalltear-sama,' huh?"

"Don't tease…"

Embarrassed, she turned away, caught between her role and herself. I gripped her shoulders, turning her back.

"What does Shalltear want? Can you beg nicely?"

She trembled, still reeling. I stroked her smooth skin, her afterglow lingering.

"I can't stop thinking about your thing… I'm so wet and ready… You're so hard… Please, give it to me! ♡"

"Good girl. I'll give you plenty."

"Ehe, I love your thing… because it's yours! ♡"

Her desire blurred her identity—Shalltear or Shalltear-sama?

Her small frame opened wide, her open bra accentuating her modest curves, her parted panties revealing her glistening core. She spread herself with gloved hands, utterly vulnerable, craving pleasure.

"Ah! ♡"

I covered her, my arousal stark. She knew its power from past encounters. I teased her entrance, sliding in slowly. Her tightness resisted, then gripped, urging me deeper.

"Hah!" She arched, a scorching shock coursing through her. No pain—only pleasure, as always.

I pulled back, then thrust deep, hitting her core. She loved it rough.

"More… more!" she cried, then gasped. "No, wait! You'll break me!"

I smirked, pinning her hips. Her protests mixed with fear and thrill. Each thrust drowned her in white-hot sensation, her mind unraveling in ecstasy.

"It's so hot, so big, going wild inside me! ♡" Her face melted, drool unnoticed.

Her warmed core melded with my heat, her tightness now a perfect fit. I leaned in, her gloves protecting me from her claws. Her small chest pressed against me, her peaks rubbing mine. She pinched herself, moaning.

Her red tongue met mine, a fleeting touch. "I've come so much, but you haven't… Fill me up! ♡"

"You want it?"

"Yes! I want your hot essence so bad! It's pulsing! ♡"

Her sweet, floral breath enveloped me. I locked eyes, her legs hooking my waist. At her peak, I released, sealing her cries with a deep kiss. My climax surged, prolonged by Lupusregina's magic, despite earlier with Albedo.

"My belly's full of you… too much to hold! ♡"

"Done, then?"

"No! You're still hard. More, please?"

Her pleading eyes sparked a secret thrill. Albedo-sama tasked me with satisfying Shalltear's spirit. No time for sentiment.

Licking her drool, I moved again, her vampiric moans a melody in the dark.

Note: Sensitive content is handled gently, preserving the original's emotional depth and provocative tone.