CARNAGE CASTLE

CHAPTER 6

Lanecea had enjoyed the few times Hans and Eva had joined she and Storm in bed and she wasn't about to judge him for confessing that he lusted after her. Hans, as captain of her secret police, needed a woman like her at his side, not a gentle, clueless priestess, but with that being said, Lanecea would never put herself in a position where she was alone with Hans from that moment on. In her mind, it would not only be disrespectful to her king, but it would be messing with fire. If she and Hans were to go forward with their plan, the two an unstoppable strike force, Storm would need to free up his schedule or Lanecea would have to throw in the towel - something she just couldn't do. The thought of Storm joining them on their missions sent shivers straight to her pussy, but Lanecea wasn't the only one currently suffering down below.

Sibylle caught Lanecea's vision by the time the sun had begun to set and was fully onboard with the part she needed to play even as she crossed her legs tight but that did little to prevent nectar from flowing down her legs. The afternoon of training Revna had proven too much for the neglected priestess.

Lanecea bit back a knowing grin as she walked Sibylle and Ignacy to the door, giving the blonde a few last-minute instructions.

"I will see you after breakfast tomorrow. Please bring black, yellow, and red fabric when you come. Here is money to pay for the supplies you need. Do not give this money to your husband - it is for fabric and thread, nothing else, am I clear?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Lanecea laughed.

"Lady Cumming. I am not your mistress although I am sure that is quite a fantasy," Lanecea teased before kissing Sibylle's cheek, eliciting a soft moan from the deprived woman.

"Mmm. Yes, Lady Cumming. I won't be late. Goodnight and thank you for today. It was wonderful to have met you."

"You're very welcome. Be a good girl and go straight home. I'm sure your husband has missed you."

Both knew that was highly unlikely but Sibylle nearly ran home, Ignacy at her side. The poor woman needed to be bred - badly - after just a few short hours in Lani's castle.

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Igancy looked away as Sibylle knelt at her husband's feet, the woman not discreet enough as she rubbed her needy pussy on his shoe. He couldn't blame her for being out-of-her-mind horny after spending the day with Lanecea, but he wasn't the only one who was noticing the soft moans escaping Sibyll's lips as she buried her face in her husband's lap. Only Moritz was immune to the heady pheromones, it would seem.

Friederich was equally distracted, losing his train of thought as the priestess shuddered from head to toe as she came hard, her whispered begging now intelligible. Moritz was one cold fish, the man not even bothering to stroke his wife's hair as she came undone at his feet - on his foot, to be accurate. Friederich smiled at the flushed woman who was failing miserably at being discreet. It was a pity that such a priestess was wasted on a man who clearly didn't deserve her worship, but business was business. Friederich wasn't in Brussels to play marriage counsellor or defend the priestess, he was here to ensure that cold fish was a success - more successful than he was at satisfying his horny wife.

Sibylle and Friederich were the only two pure-blooded Germans in the room, Ignacy a hybrid and Moritz and Karl both vampires. Friederich had no way of knowing that Sibylle truly meant nothing to his new business partner. Moritz had married her simply to throw the hunters off his track. It was a well-known fact that vampires only married their own kind, therefore all inter-species marriages were strategic, nothing more. It had been successful to date, creating hybrids that could fool anyone, but love? It didn't exist. Their spouses were just pawns in the vampires' master plan and unfortunately, Sibylle was one of their latest casualties. 

Friederich stepped away before his comrades noticed the bulge straining at his pant's crotch.

"I am returning to Germany before nightfall. Here is the initial investment as promised. More will come, of course, but I need to be careful. If I am tied to this before the time is right, it could mean the downfall to my family's business and I have a lot to inherit."

Moritz read between the lines, seeing only dollar signs like any good vampire would.

"Of course. Your secret will remain just that - a secret."

Again unspoken words hung in the air for a long moment. Any business dealings outside of the vampire's network was limited to their benefit and Friedericks' business passed down from generation to generation and the wealth it brought with it was at the vampire's fingertips if he played his cards right.

It was Karl, however, who broke the silence. The man, like Friederich, preferred to remain in the shadows, allowing Moritz to be the face of their operation, but it was he who was truly the brains behind it all, nothing taking place without his approval. Karl's eyes drifted over Ignacy who stood in the doorway since Sibylle had made the introductions and explained to her husband the deal Lady Cumming had offered. She would be employed full-time and in exchange, the slave would assist with the distribution of their radical newspaper - a high-stakes job, were he to be caught. Karl, unlike Friederich, had not been distracted by Sibylle, the man-smelling vampire blood coursing through the hybrid's veins. Ignacy had passed the smell test with flying colors, only vampires able to recognize each other by the scent of their blood - something humans couldn't do, which added to the vampires' success rate at remaining undetected until it was too late. Ignacy, however, didn't look like a typical vampire. Much like himself, Ignacy would be able to pass as a European.

"You will begin immediately," Karl decided for Moritz who really didn't have much say in the matter. "Here is a list of names and addresses. We have only arrived in Brussels this morning, but already these have shown interest in our vision. There is no time to waste to bring them over to our side. The vampire huntress is unrelenting, and my sources tell me that she is on the move. Poland is still reeling from her surprise attack last week. We can't be too careful, as you know."

Ignacy nodded, but wisely kept his mouth shut as he reached for the list of names the vampire supplied. Each person listed was a potential ally if Karl played his cards right and Ignacy wasn't a fool. He was a crafty hybrid, after all, and one thing stood out immediately. None of the people listed had vampire surnames.

"Operation Deception," Moritz grinned as he pushed his wife off his foot before standing. "It is time to turn the hearts of their men, beginning in Brussels. Germany has become a hot spot. Even the common man is distrustful of vampires. We were overconfident in hindsight and this vampire huntress... We need to lay low. Deliver these papers for us. I must admit to being relieved to be spared my wife's constant chatter. With silence, I will be able to accomplish more. I'd be a fool not to accept this deal."

Sibylle wore her heart on her sleeve, the woman turning away to hide the tears that now threatened to spill over at her husband's public relief to be rid of his wife. She wasn't exactly talkative, but perhaps she had tried too hard to get his attention. 

"Would you gentlemen like a drink? I'm sorry, but I can only offer water."

"Water would be wonderful," Friedrich assured the blonde, discretely stroking her fingers as she waited for his response.

A soft blush kissed her cheeks as a single tear escaped, trickling down her flushed cheek.

If only's were always too late, Sibylle realized as she looked away from Friederich's searching eyes. Had the German found the priestess first, her story would have been very different.