Y/N wakes up and stretches, noticing he was alone in his room. With a small smirk, he went about his daily routine and went to Balthazar's chamber, bumping past Melchor without a care in the world. Balthazar greeted him with his usual enthusiasm, holding a box in his hands.

Balthazar: My boy! It is so good to see you after that ordeal! I hope Ophelia treated you well. Did she not?

Y/N: Oh she definitely did.

Balthazar gave a grizzled chuckle and turned his attention towards the tapestry. The next picture on it was some kind of red splotch with several hands greedily grabbing it of all types.

Balthazar: The next item is known as the Sliver of Lamb's Blood.

Y/N: When did this shit turn biblical?

Balthazar: It is not what you think......I actually don't know what it is, but I have an idea of where it might be.

Y/N: Oh joy, where?

Balthazar: A blood bank of sorts that keeps blood of ancient and long gone creatures.

Y/N: Alright I guess......weird for Vampires to have a place like that but ok. When can I leave?

Balthazar: Not so fast, Nexamoria is going with you.

Y/N hums. He doesn't have any animosity towards Nexamoria......but his mind wanders to.....less than Christian thoughts about her, and rightfully so. Her mature attitude and curves combined with his love of women with some meat on their bones and her tight uniform drove him crazy.

Y/N: At least it ain't Melchor or his dickbag son Cadular.

With a nod, Y/N leaves the chamber to find his next item.

-Timeskip-
After some traveling, the duo finally arrives in a forest that is filled with several buildings, but one stood out. A massive building made entirely of deep wine-colored stone with no windows, save one that's red. With a deep sigh, he approaches the entrance and knocks. The door opens to reveal a grotesque being. He's bald with a sunken, malformed face. He has a large glass eye with grey skin and a large hump reminiscent of Igor. The only thing close to clothing that can be seen on him is a tattered black robe caked with years of blood stains and dirt.

Y/N: Um hi? I'm here for the Blood Chamber or whatever? We're trying to get the Sliver of Lamb's blood for Balthazar.

The man stares at Y/N, his glass eye looking at Nexomoria for a bit before he speaks.

Hemotomist: Oh joy! A new guest!

Y/N: I guess. So, we're here for the Sliver of Lambs Blood.

Hemotomist: A Hellhound and an......Incubus? Most perculier?

The Hemotomist ignored Y/N and moved around surprisingly quickly for someone so stalky and hunched, looking at his arms, lifting his shirt, and even smelling his hair. The Hemotomist even ran his fingers through Y/N's tail.

Hemotomist: Ahh, how marvelous. You know, this blood chamber is not for just any old blood. Oh no. We house some of the most unique blood known in existence. The blood of monsters, long thought dead and forgotten. How delightful. You two are monsters, I suppose you can go inside, but don't cause any trouble!

Y/N: That's fucking weird. Like what are you saying you got in there?

Hemotomist: Hmph! This isn't your playpen my boy! I house all sorts of things like Basilisk blood, Kraken blood, and even dragon blood!

Y/N: Dragon blood? What the fuck! Why would you want that shit?

The Hemotomist's expression turns into one of glee.

Hemotomist: Oh because it is so hard to get! But do you know what the best part of my collection is?

Y/N: I ain't tryna be a dick, but I don't care. Where's the Lamb?

Hemotomist sighed.

Hemotomist: Oh my boy, I'm sure you'd love to see what's inside. Come in! Come in!

He steps into the chamber and is greeted by a massive room. In front of him is the Blood Chamber, rows upon rows of blood vials, each filled with the blood of the monsters that the Hemotomist mentioned. Some had blood of lesser-known creatures like the Bunyip, Manticore, or the Hydra. Some of the blood vials were even from different vampires, a couple being from the Vampire Hunters that killed them. The room smelled like old blood and had some weird energy to it, almost like it's alive. The Hemotomist stepped in front of Y/N as he started to scan the shelves for the lamb blood.

Hemotomist. My boy! Don't be in such a hurry! Look around! Explore!

Y/N: Ughh, no thanks. I'm looking for Lamb Blood, not whatever you got.

The Hemotomist suddenly snatched Y/N up and held him with ease in his arms.

Hemotomist: Don't be like that!

Y/N: Boy what the f-

Hemotomist: Explore! Educate yourself! Dive into the wonders of various types of bloods!

The Hemotomist put Y/N into a rather comfortable living room. It was a stark contrast to the dirty Hemotomist or drab building. Keeping the Victorian Gothic theme of Sylvania, the room was decorated with red curtains with white patterns and gold ornaments. He held onto Y/N for a bit, stroking his fur and hair until he put him down on the couch. The room had several paintings and sculptures of various monsters with a fireplace that was lit, making the room warm and inviting.

Hemotomist: Oh my boy! Be a good boy and don't be shy!

The Hemotomist then walked away. Y/N looks at Nexamoria who just shrugs.

Nexamoria: I'll go search for the blood while you're in here.

Y/N nods and looks around the room. It's surprisingly cozy despite being creepy as fuck. He sits back on the couch as he looks at the book that was plopped onto his lap. With a shrug, he started reading it. About an hour later, he decided to ask Nexamoria about the progress but......

Y/N: God damn. 

Nexamoria: Ah Y/N, is there something on the back of my attire?

Y/N: Oh uh, no. Did you feel something?

Nexamoria: Yes, but it may be gone now. My word my habit is rather tight, does it look like it needs to be replaced?

Nexamoria grabbed her ass and gave it a squeeze, her fingers sinking into the plump flesh. Y/N tried not to say anything too out of the water.

Y/N: Nah, you look good.

Despite her perpetually wearing her mask, Y/N can't help but feel a cheeky smirk on her face.

Nexamoria: Only good? Or is there something you'd prefer to say? Perhaps......

She backed into Y/N, her ass dangerously close to his face.

Nexamoria: ......thicc~?

Y/N's eyes widened as she whispered the last part in a sultry tone.

Y/N: Uh......you're......so fucking thick.

She let out a soft coo before she pulled her habit up and revealed her black thong underneath, her ass jiggling in her black panties. The view alone made his dick hard in an instant. He gripped her plump ass and watched as she moaned and trembled, her back arching. Her skin felt warm in his hands as he groped her. Her ass felt so soft and squishy. It almost felt like he could sink his hands into it if he wanted to. He rubbed her ass and heard a soft moan from her, her ass quivering. He leaned forward and started to lick her, her juices and scent hitting his nose. Her taste was sweet, her juices dripping from his mouth as he licked her hole and slit, making her shiver in pleasure. Her moans were music to his ears, her back arching with every lick. He couldn't help himself but bury his face into her ass. He licked and sucked on her, listening to her moans as she bucked into his face. Her juices ran down her legs as he made sure she was nice and wet.

Nexamoria: Oh god, oh god~. You're......good at that.

Y/N felt himself getting more aroused with each passing moment, his Hellhound instincts allying with his Incubus nature. He took off his clothes and she gasped once she saw his dick.

Nexamoria: By god~. Your cock is so big~.

He smirked and rubbed her pussy, making her squirm and moan on his hand.

Y/N: Do you want it in that fat ass of yours?

She moaned louder as he rubbed her clit and flicked it. Her pussy was dripping with juices, her scent wafting into the air. She looked back at him and nodded.

Nexamoria: Please~. Fill my womb with your seed~.

He lined up his cock and pushed into her, feeling as she stretched around him like a balloon. She whined in pleasure, her insides tightening around his length like a snug glove. Her walls felt so warm, like he was dipping into a hot bath. Her juices dripped onto the floor as she squirmed and moaned. He pulled back and slammed back into her, making her wail in pleasure. He fucked her hard, bouncing her plump ass on his cock. Her moans echoed in the room, her back arched in pleasure as she held onto the table for dear life. She felt so good, so tight, her wetness soaking his dick. His tail wagged furiously behind him as he fucked her like a mad dog in heat, his balls slapping against her clit. He didn't care about anything except filling her with his seed, not even the Lamb's Blood he was originally assigned to get.

Nexamoria: Fuck me harder~. Give it to me~! Fill me up~!

He growled and gripped her waist, fucking her like there was no tomorrow. Her tits bounced wildly on her chest as he fucked her, his dick slamming into her with every thrust. He felt her walls tightening around his cock, her breath catching in her throat as she neared climax. She held on for a bit before she exploded in pleasure, squirting a fountain of juices onto the floor that was mixed with his own seed. He fucked through her orgasm, cumming as her pussy milked his dick dry. He roared in pleasure as he filled her womb to the brim with his seed. Her walls hugging his cock, squeezing every last drop out of him. Once he stopped cumming, he pulled out with a wet plop and watched as his cum poured out of her like a waterfall. He smiled at her as they sat there, trying to catch their breath. They laid there in silence before he finally spoke up.

Y/N: You wanna go again?

Y/N turned to see Nexamoria already on his lap straddling him.

Nexamoria: After that performance, I'd be crazy to say no~.

With a chuckle, he held onto her waist and slammed into her. She aligned his tip with her entrance and without warning, impaled herself on his cock. She wailed in pleasure as he felt her insides stretch around him like a rubber band. Her pussy hugged his dick like a vice, her walls trembling in pleasure as his cock twitched inside of her. He watched as she bounced on his cock, her tits shaking in her habit with every bounce. He held her waist and met her bounces with his thrusts, slamming his length into her with every downward motion. Her moans and wails filled the room with the sound of their bodies clapping together. He slammed into her hard and fast, his dick pounding into her walls and even going past her cervix. He felt the tip of his dick slap her cervix with every thrust, making her gasp in pain. Her juices poured out of her as he fucked her to kingdom come, making a mess all over his lap and the couch. She threw her head back as she neared her orgasm, her pussy tightening around him. With a final thrust, he buried his entire length into her and felt his own orgasm, filling her womb with his seed again. He felt his semen pour out of him and fill her, the tip of his cock still inside of her cervix. Nexamoria moaned her lungs out and collapsed onto Y/N's chest. He stroked her head as he listened to her pant.

Nexamoria: God~. That was..........good. You certainly lived up to your reputation.

Y/N: Don't I always.

She smirked as he held her close. His cum oozed out of her pussy and onto his stomach and lap, but he didn't care. It was well worth it. He sat there in silence for a bit, listening to her heartbeat.

Y/N: So, did you find the Lamb blood?

Nexamoria hummed and sat up, wiping some sweat off of her forehead despite wearing her mask. She nodded and reached into her habit before pulling out a small vial filled with red liquid. Y/N's eyes widened in surprise and smiled at her.

Y/N: Well then let's blow this blood bank.

Nexamoria gently pushed Y/N back onto his back, grinding on him.

Nexamoria: What's the rush~? Why not stay behind and make sure we......thoroughly~ explore the place~?

The next few hours were filled with moans, grunts, slapping, and a few howels. Where was the Hemotomist in all this you ask? Well he started lecturing a small group of raccoons about the science of different bloods.

A/N: Sorry this chapter is shorter, I wanted to wrap up this Arc up and there's 3 chapters left in it. Anyways my schedule is a bit wonky with Night classes and all that, but I'll try to get them out whenever I can.