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Chapter 20-3

Camrad_RIP 27.02.25 в 12:10

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Camrad_RIP 27.02.25 в 15:04

The basement hall for combat training in this mansion was very good, as much as thirty by thirty meters with a high ceiling and all the necessary strengthening and isolating enchantments on all surfaces. It was not made by vampires. It was given to them as is. Initially this place was a ritual-cult hall, where the long-dead head of the family of the current formal owners of this mansion did his dark deeds. Actually, for the elimination of that head, saving the remains of the family from being sacrificed to some very cunning demonic creature, and also for keeping silent about the details of that story, then not yet local Sylvia Malter who had just arrived in Danmark with her chicks, this house was granted as a gift.

Camrad_RIP 27.02.25 в 17:33

The bloodsuckers had painstakingly cleaned, scoured, destroyed, and melted down even the most valuable relics of gold. The creatures of the domain of Greed were worshipped here, so a lot of material was wasted. They buried the melted relics in a deep pit, carefully shielding themselves from the greed inspired by the glitter of the metal. The hall itself, properly fortified and insulated, they have used for training ever since. There were few places in the city where one could safely use blood-type combat magic or perform various rituals without fear of being exposed to the signalling ritual stars of a magical tower or palace. Or rather, such places are not few. Every normal magician has a training room, only most of them are well known to the Secret Guard. And this place, despite the many years that Sylvia had spent in the city, was hardly known to the same de Fell, who sincerely believes that she knows everything about her ‘almost tame’ bloodsucker.

Camrad_RIP 28.02.25 в 12:06

"I'm ready, here we go." He said in a calm and businesslike tone, nodding to Sylvia, who was concentrating and holding the healing alchemy kit, wearing a closed suit of armour that looked more like light armour and was not a badly enchanted set of uniforms for Secret Guard operatives, albeit an outdated one. "If anything, the first thing to do is to wait until I break contact with the spirit. Before that, don't make any sudden movements, or he might also consider it an attack and attack first, without removing my body."

Camrad_RIP 28.02.25 в 12:07

In response, a concentrated nod from the now not at all seductive big-breasted bloodsucker, who was now in the inanimate phase and had lost much of her attractiveness. Pale, even paler than usual, completely immovable, her face like a mask, her whole face like a taut string. She wasn't seductive with her big, pale tits, but intimidating, as a higher vampire should be. Her fledglings didn't even respond with nods, taking up positions behind their superior's back and preparing to help in case Stepan screwed up. The summoning itself is not so dangerous, no matter how absurd it may sound in relation to the higher entity, the protection of the hall should be enough, there is no need to go underground. The spirit is summoned directly into his body and, as long as everything is executed correctly, not much is shown to the outside. Yes, a direct gaze will definitely lead to the disclosure of even a talented student or a simple adept, at the same time giving those grey hair and stuttering at the sight of such an aura, but the release of power into the surrounding space is minimal. This is a consequence of the very nature of the Goat, whose spiritual body has a very high density and concentration, and therefore gives very little, as for its power, outbursts of energy into the surrounding space.

Camrad_RIP 01.03.25 в 17:25

The shaman is dressed only in wide, huge trousers, temporarily tied with a rope, and otherwise completely barefoot, naked, and slightly frozen. Because there is no heating in the underground training hall for the undead. He begins the call unhurriedly and cautiously. He could hear the summoned entity responding, moving towards him like an arrow. If it weren't for the contract and the security guarantees given by that contract, the very image of Goat's imminent and inevitable approach would have made one empty his bowels involuntarily. There was something in this entity, an entity not aggressive and not evil in itself, even a little playful and positive, something that made even a master of shamanism with an overpumped spirit involuntarily shiver. The spirit approached swiftly, and the shaman's eyes, seeing beyond the real world and looking into the worlds of the spheres, saw how it was at the very edge of reality, abruptly stopping its approach, slowing down and beginning to prepare for a soft and unhurried entry, though it could burst into the body quickly, combat-style.

Camrad_RIP 01.03.25 в 17:29

It was as if the shaman was looking under his feet, not lowering his gaze or even opening his eyes, which were closed in slumber, but seeing a huge and somehow sharp, dangerously nondescript horned figure covered with white wool moving under the thin film of the stone floor, making itself comfortable. The shaman's eyes, his cone of spiritual perception rather than real eyes, meet the spirit's eyes, big, clear and not scary in any way, but frightening to the point of shivering in the knees. Eye to eye, perception to perception, they come together and touch each other's essence with their gazes, and then, as if they embrace each other and then, there are no Stepan and Goat separately, there are only them, but united in a temporary union of two personalities and essences. Pain comes distantly, but it is not the agony of death or injury, but only one consequence of the changing body. Average height ceases to be average when the body gains at least half a metre in height, the bones and muscles expand, the rope supporting too big trousers bursts, and the trousers also begin to tear, holding in place at the last moment.

Camrad_RIP 01.03.25 в 17:56

The body is covered with white, even snow-white wool, long and tangled, unkempt in some way, except that it is not material, but phantom, moving in the invisible wind, covering the body, which is spread out to the sides, with a cocoon and armour. The body itself is not completely material, but there is more matter in it than in the weightless woollen cover, except that the cover itself, being phantom, retains a strange materiality. The flesh on the feet is flowing and becoming stony, and instead of them there are two heavy hoofs, which are black spots on the snow-white background, while two long straight horns stretching from the head, adding thirty-five or even forty centimetres of height of the absolute blackness. The horns are both goat-like and not, too straight and too different, sinister and wrong. The shaman looks at himself through the eyes of the spirits summoned beforehand, and their understanding tells him, whispers, screams in his ears - one blow of his hoof will break the defence of the same anteroom, one poke with the horn will cut the flesh through the knight's armour, through the dragon's scales.

Camrad_RIP 01.03.25 в 17:59

His face had become distorted, acquiring animal and goat-like features, not ugly, but even beautiful in some respects, only unkempt and unpleasant, giving off an ominous valley. From the chin falls a thin and the same phantom snow-white beard, tangled, long, up to the bottom of the neck, spread wide, thin and even funny. The lower jaw moved funny goatishly, becoming a little smaller and flatter, the shifted features of the face became a little schoolboyish and cheerful, but behind this cheerfulness there was bloody anger and readiness to explode in all directions with true ultra-violence. And the eyes, the eyes changed, became bright blue, like two pieces of sky, pure and innocent, like two candy-cars, but the pupils on the lens are somehow wrong, like an hourglass, placed horizontally. And this gaze, the gaze of the one who looks through the eyes together with the shaman, assesses the environment, tenaciously and attentively to details, examines everything around, as if through a scope. This gaze made the spirits nervous, and Stepan, who was looking through them, and the frozen bloodsuckers, which would have forgotten about breathing, if they were no longer alive and did not need that breath.

Camrad_RIP 01.03.25 в 18:02

"Impressive, Pann." Only Sylvia dares to overcome the pressurising presence of even a non-aggressive Goat, but even her inanimate voice, devoid of any emotion or colouring, conveys a part of the underlying fear, unnatural and incomprehensible even to her. "I admit, it's hard to bear the presence of such an entity so close to me."

Camrad_RIP 28.02.25 в 12:09

"Khme-e-e-e-e!" Stepan, who was amused by the fact that at this moment Sylvia did not even think or dare to call him a pet, even though he had not imposed a direct prohibition on her, tried to reply with an ironic laugh, but instead he only managed to mutter, both amused and mocking, but there was something unnaturally nauseating in it, frightening to the point of stammering. "Who are you talking to, me-e-e-eh?"

Camrad_RIP 28.02.25 в 12:10

Again, breaking off into a bleat instead of a simple ‘me,’ he suppressed the urge to cough, clearing his throat, which was fine as it was, and listened to himself instead. The spirit had settled into his body snugly enough, neither harming anything nor doing anything, waiting patiently for further orders with a sense of slight boredom. But even his doing nothing was weighing down on his shoulders like a multi-tonne steel weight. Even his mere presence, without active actions, was eating away his reserve little by little, took away a huge chunk of the resource of concentration. The shaman's eyes saw a lot, the spirit saw every speck of dust, saw every drop of blood magic that flowed through the frozen veins of the vampiresses, heard how upstairs and outside the barriers of the ritual hall, outside the mansion in general, some merchant scolding his coachman for a broken wheel, inhaled the air, distinguishing in it innumerable odours. And also perception was different, faster, even if the world did not slow down, but still. Now vampires would not surprise their duo with speed. Now they would be frankly slow for him.

Camrad_RIP 01.03.25 в 18:05

The shaman takes a step forward, backward, tries to jump from side to side, involuntarily crumbling the hard floor with his hooves, does somersaults on the spot, feeling in his body both strength and agility, and coordination impossible for a human. A moment later, he experiences Goat's only special skill, for a moment as if letting the world feel his and his weight, not breaking through the boundary of worlds as ordinary spirits do - noticeable, difficult, costly, and at the risk of being caught in a moment of vulnerability - but squeezing through it naturally, so that a fraction of a moment later to become weightless-light again and fall back into Reality. Before his puppets could blink, he had shifted three metres to the left, transporting rapidly and leaving virtually none of the disturbances characteristic of teleportation in the fabric of space and reality. He was here, he was gone, he dived into the Spheres, and then he was thrown back out like a float. And both diving and surfacing were completely controllable. He could clearly trace where he wanted to surface, and appear exactly where needed. He ducked and surfaced again, only now he was back in the same position, throwing a few punches into the air.

Camrad_RIP 01.03.25 в 18:47

The shaman's attention focused on his hands. On the hands, covered with slightly shorter and stiffer snow-white hair, still as untidy and tangled as ever, on the long and thick nails, which were not claws but still dangerous, cracked and very thick, and also long, as if no one had cut them for a long time, and as black as horns and hooves. He involuntarily noted that even though he had never attended a martial arts class, his movements and kicks were correct. Not only could he hit hard and fast, but he could also hit the right way, even though his movements didn't have the feel of a martial style, of a perfected school of the art of combat. It was pure practice, the habits and tricks that come from the most primitive understanding of combat, from one's own mistakes, from the experience of the one who stayed on his feet where all the others had fallen.

Camrad_RIP 01.03.25 в 17:17

Unwillingly humming, which made him mumble again, making that sickening and frightening sound, the shaman immediately repeated his trick of carrying the jump, shifting again and again, jumping all over the room and striking the void. He was transported right at the moment of a step, in a leap, in a somersault, in a pirouette, time after time, continuously shifting and as if fighting an invisible opponent. The reserve is rapidly emptying. Such stunts require the expenditure of strength, and Goat takes it generously from the shaman's reserve. Spirit fighting at the expense of only the shaman's reserves, although, in principle, he is ready to use his own. If it is necessary to strengthen himself even more, fighting against something very strong and no less fast. At the same time, with these pirouettes Stepan tries to control the summoned spirits and summon new ones, calling pre-selected contracts. This is not easy. It is very hard to filter his dialog so as not to affect Goat, not to interfere with him, and not pass a particle of images of the shit planted in the body to the rest of the spirits.

Camrad_RIP 02.03.25 в 09:06

But it works, slowly with reservations, albeit barely a third, even a quarter, rather, of what he could do in normal conditions and without using the support of the hall of rituals, but it works. And then, having already spent about a quarter of his strength in about fifteen seconds, he stops, abruptly and quickly, drawing furrows in the stone floor with his hooves, glaring at the vampire girls who had picked him up. Sylvia still instinctively wary, had already pulled herself together, looking at him with a gentle yet commanding smile of contentment, as if she had summoned Goat. Stepan only cleared his throat, for fear of vomiting again, giving the order everyone expected.

Camrad_RIP 02.03.25 в 09:08

"Let's get started." Even without the breakdown of voice, there is something goatish and disgustingly good-natured, disgustingly cheerful, wrong at its very core, in his voice. "Attack."

Camrad_RIP 27.02.25 в 15:05

There was no need to beg the vampires. Before he could finish speaking, Jaspera, Lemira, Rowena, and Sylvia were already rushing to attack, blood rushing through their bodies and covering themselves with the rapidly appearing scarlet protection of their Bloody Armor. Rapid for Stepan in his normal state, but now, with the essence and perception of the Goat coming through him, he realizes that he would have had time to nail a couple of them even before they finished manifesting the Armor. Just rip their heads off and that would be the end of it. Even the non-live wouldn't save them. Not from the wounds that Goat's hands would inflict. The spirit isn't too pleased that the fight with the bloodsuckers isn't real, that it can't seize control of the contractor's physical body and slaughter all of the attackers, but that discontent only plagues the background. The entity does not seek to disobey orders and is perfectly discerning of all that is required of him. He is unaware of the concept of training sparring, the very notion of training is unknown to him. For him there is only combat, either he is there or he is not. But the spirit is still superior, intelligent, and able to listen to the dialog of the shaman, and the shaman is not in vain carries the title of senior and pumps the spiritual dialog, so that accidental death of some of the dolls by pure carelessness can not be feared.

Camrad_RIP 02.03.25 в 09:32

All four of them move unhurriedly, even slowly, but in fact they burst in a rapid spurt, blurring to the sight. The Goat-Stepan simply goes deep in the Spheres evading the general impact of blood magic and appearing behind their backs. These strikes are at minimum power so as not to damage the hall's defenses, but under the pre-determined conditions, blood arrows count as full-powered spears or burning blots. Carefully, not using kicks, deliberately dulling the aggressiveness of his aura and the piercing destructiveness of his coat, he delivers a savory slap to Jaspera's luscious and lush ass. Her Bloody Armor, the weakest of the four, clearly used more for self-cleaning than combat training, bursts like a soap balloon. The vampire opened her mouth in a painful and frightened hiss, was tossed into the air, almost up to the ceiling, which here is three and a half meters high, sending her flying in a beautiful parabola straight to the wall. At the same time, she broke her pelvic bones and beat up her undead muscles, even though they were stiffer than wood in the combat state.

Camrad_RIP 02.03.25 в 09:52

//“Oops.” - That was all the shaman thought when he realized that even after deliberately weakening himself by more than half, he had only miraculously not caused any real serious injuries, including to the subtle body of the boob vampire. - “Okay, we need to recalculate the power commensuration. Goat seems to have undocumented advantages to breaking through barriers.”

Camrad_RIP 02.03.25 в 09:54

The spirit inside him was pleased. He didn't like the profanity of the slaughter, but he appreciated the pleasant thought of his strength, and the crunch of Jasper's pelvic bones echoed in him the cheerful and mocking notes of another's pain. The bloodsucker that had slammed into the wall hissed, rolling away and pouring bloody power into her wounds, regenerating rapidly and making no attempt to move, admitting she was out much to her relief. Rowena must be very jealous of her, because her Stepan the Goat chooses as his next target. He starts his movements as soon as he realizes he hasn't accidentally killed Jaspera. The goat spirit leads his movements. Impossibly bent at the waist, he lets the swift blow of Lemira's Bloody Whip and the sweep of Sylvia's Bloody Claws which goes into maximum acceleration, moving only a little slower than Stepan the Goat.

Camrad_RIP 02.03.25 в 10:04

The movement of his hand and nails shattered the Lash into scarlet dust and droplets of blood that had become ordinary. A momentary duck and dive let a swift and very fast Bloody Drop fly at the speed of a bullet, allowing it to pass through the place where Stepan had been gone for a moment, so that he and Goat would appear there immediately after the projectile had passed. Rowena, to her credit, tried to spit out a torrent of bloody crap mixed with Necros-soaked water, but Goat took control again bending backwards and then twisting around so that he was close enough to poke, not with a fingernail, but with the pad of his finger right into Rowena's forehead. Her Scarlet Armor weakened for the chance to spit out a surprisingly good attack. Her head snapped back, nearly breaking her neck, her jaw snapped audibly, slamming shut, bits of cracked fangs flew, and her body staggered to its feet, receiving not a concussion but a destabilization of auric and bloody acceleration. In a second motion, the Goat gently and carefully grabbed his victim's arm, throwing her straight at Sylvia.

Camrad_RIP 02.03.25 в 10:38

She did not show any maternal feelings and did not take her daughter in her arms, ducking to the floor, letting the flying and hissing body pass over her, allowing it to slam against the wall and slide down it in the company of Jaspera, who was also watching the sparring with interest. She ducked again, and Lemira, who had been chosen to be the sacrifice, countered with an afterburner and a blind punch, counting on the fact that this time Goat would strike in a similar way, from the blind spot, while simultaneously closing by Lemira from Sylvia. She had calculated it correctly, but she was also calculating by Goat. The entity's perception, seeing the blood flowing under the vampire's skin, recognized the spell that was about to break, and so it appeared only for a moment. He let it strike, not even with a claw, but with a Roman gladius growing from her fingers, where it flickered only for a moment to appear in front of the face of Lemira, who was striking behind her back. With a deft swing of his foot he kicked his opponent's legs. He didn't hit her with his hoof, or the bloodsucker would have been left without legs and would have regenerated the torn off leg, but with his shin, but her Armor, the strongest after Sylvia's, barely withstood, cracking and crumbling into scarlet dust, protecting her legs from injury. The vampiress, tossed into the air, stared helplessly at Goat, who had disappeared in another transfer, and felt the bones of her pelvis cracking but holding up as the second slap on her ass sent her flying to the wall.

Camrad_RIP 03.03.25 в 12:40

Lemira, receiving a more measured slap. She managed not to be injured at all, aside from a soft tissue bruise on her tight ass, but she didn't continue the fight, recognizing that a full-fledged punch would have finished her. And there were two of them left, Stepan and Sylvia. That was why the shaman had ordered the spirit to take up the defense, not end the fight. Also to the silent disapproval of the spirit, because the entity did not accept the stretching of the battle without a purpose. But the shaman wanted to see what a full-fledged Higher Vampiress could do to him. And Sylvia, who had reached the limit of her acceleration, was showing her class, attacking with claws, blades flying out of every pore of her body, spits and exhalations of scarlet mist, and a very strong armor of blood. The Goat reacted without laziness, without disdain, only with seemingly careless unkemptness, like the beast he was in no small part, dodging and blocking not beautifully but utilitarian, deceptively clumsily taking claws to his wrists. And attacking back, not slowing down intentionally, but not accelerating to full speed either. Sylvia, whose face was as contorted as Edward's had been when he'd become the hungry mask of an undead creature, barely had time to dodge.

Camrad_RIP 02.03.25 в 10:42

The attacks were not exactly masterful, but always appropriate and correctly applied, as it happens in attacking beasts, which a hundred times one trick is repeated and thus honed to perfection. She dodged the first four swings, bending as if her spine had decided to take a day off, using every moment for a possible counterattack, which the Goat dodged with the same laxity and false awkwardness, swinging on two hooves and mangling the stone of the floor even more. The fifth swing of the palm of his hand forced Sylvia to twist, turning her claws on her left hand into a longer and tighter lash-blade that made Goat step back and throw back his head so that the blade passed within a millimeter of his neck, hitting for the first time not the body of the spirit-shaman, but the halo of tangled and already dirty, stone-crumbed snow-white fur that covered him. The goat didn't like it, so he attacked back a little faster, though within the limits of what the shaman allowed him, dragging Stepan's body to the right position and hitting his hand from above, as if intending to slap Sylvia on the head.

Camrad_RIP 03.03.25 в 13:04

Strike stumbled into a hard block of crossed arms, where the bloodsucker had maximized the protection and strength of her Scarlet Armor. The defense shimmered, spewing out a cloud of out-of-control scarlet mist, in which Sylvia tried to hide, breaking the distance. TFalling out of the cloud she was able to block another blow. This one caught her in the act of stepping when her legs wouldn't hold her steady enough, which resulted in not flying, but sliding along the floor. The glide turned into a somersault and a controlled fall, in the course of a Sylvia flickered, trying to evade a follow-up attack, but Goat's and Stepan's senses in symbiosis easily discerned the real silhouette of her opponent, trying to give a third slap on her ass, but failed, at the last moment she twisted again, Again ignoring the presence of bones in the body, and then tried to respond. The palm covered with a scarlet glove struck against the attack of Goat, almost managing to hit Stepan's altered body on the inner side of the elbow. The duo of the shaman and his summon had to duck again, giving the vampiress time to get to her feet and cover herself again with the Scarlet Armor, baring her fangs and letting out a loud, mind-numbing and terrifying hiss.

Camrad_RIP 03.03.25 в 13:12

Such tricks didn't work on Stepan, and it didn't work on his symbiosis with Goat. A moment later, Sylvia had to block the goat's fist again with both hands. He lunged to the left, pushing the vampiress's defensive body into a short flight to hit her right before she could dodge. But she was able to release two scarlet lashes, one attacking the eyes of the appearing Goatman, and the other clawing into the already damaged floor and pulling herself out from under the attack. At the same time she releases a wide scarlet cloud, albeit with a minimum of force, but according to the terms of the battle, it is like a full power strike, forcing the Goat to move again, emerging at a new point. Except now it has a limited number of possible directions of emergence. And the new attack is met with a stare, piercing and overwhelming, forcing him to freeze and withdraw his spirit, to kneel and kiss Sylvia's pale tits.

Camrad_RIP 03.03.25 в 13:16

Alas for her, it could only work on Stepan alone. Their symbiosis with Goat, they were taking too much from each other, so instead of bowing, it only caused a brief stupor. Very brief, less than a moment, even with all the speed of a vampire, will not be able to turn it into a victory. Now Goat had to defend himself, directly blocking the blow of Scarlet Claws on his face with an incredibly black horn, bowing his head and tucking his knees. Sylvia's hand was not maimed by the contact with the horn, material and immaterial in equal measure, equally dangerous and deadly. She didn't maim it, she managed to pull her palm away, and the bloody spell only broke along its length, as if Sylvia had tried to strike glass tubes on a steel crowbar. Her real claws, which the dainty hand had turned into, didn't reach the horn, or it would have been a fingernail clipping for sure

Camrad_RIP 03.03.25 в 13:32

The spirit swayed habitually on its hooves, again giving the impression of almost falling down in a loss of balance, and then lifted one leg, pushing off and twisting on the second hoof, almost burying itself in the stone, to dodge a Scarlet Arrow that almost hit her stomach, to disappear again and reappear on the left, not attacking at all, disappearing again, reappearing on the right and hitting the buttocks of Sylvia, who had turned back to the previous exit point, throwing her up and destroying the scarlet armor, or rather, breaking it at one particular point. Sylvia used levitation and full weight reduction, hovering in weightlessness to pull herself up to the ceiling with another sliver, spitting a Scarlet Bullet at Goat on the ground. She was very surprised when he appeared next to her, also standing on the ceiling. After all, he was now not only flesh, but also spirit, both of them in such a state the gravity is not a law, but a recommendation.

Camrad_RIP 03.03.25 в 13:43

Sylvia pushes herself off the ceiling, bringing herself back to the normal dimension and trying to get closer to the floor and away from Stepan, but he manages to reach out and grab her by the collar of her costume with his long paw, ruining it hopelessly and mentally hoping that Sylvia will have a replacement. The bloodsucker showed no pity for the outfit, instantly modifying the scarlet cover as it sliced off some of the fabric, which, along with the jerk of her and Stepan, left a massive piece of fabric in the hands of the possessed body, and Sylvia landed on the floor partially undressed. Her enormous pale tits were completely naked and swayed excitedly under the influence of gravity, despite the dust and stone chips covering them. In another situation this sight would have made Stepan freeze, or even cancel the battle by ordering the vampiress to smear slippery oil on those tits and jerk him off with lush tenderness until Stepan got bored. In the current situation, Stepan the Goat only muttered something mocking, appearing beside him and lazily attacking again, deflecting the blows of scarlet magic just as lazily.

Camrad_RIP 03.03.25 в 13:55

He'd already spent more than two-thirds of his reserve, though the battle hadn't even taken half a minute, most of it spent clashing with Sylvia. She was in a state of rage, almost ecstasy, not erotic but martial, the ecstasy of realizing her powers. After she had been strengthened by the shaman's actions, Sylvia had no chance to test her strength in practice. Training with the fledglings hadn't yielded normal results. And here she was holding the pace of an order of magnitude more dangerous opponent, and did it successfully! Yes, the shaman did not use the most dangerous tricks, consciously held back and did not finish the fight where they could, avoided attacks with hooves, horns, and claws, but still Sylvia held on and managed to counterattack. And the shaman, who caught the synergy of his mentor's skills and combat tricks, masterfully kept her on the very edge of defeat, forcing her to find a new path time after time, forcing her to strain all her strength and reserves to keep up the pace.

Camrad_RIP 02.03.25 в 10:49

And so, after another five seconds, after exchanging a few tacts and still forcing the shaman to use a meta-skill to replenish his reserve, she jumped back, bringing her arms to her chest in a cross. It wasn't an attempt to cover her pale tits, no, just the analogue of raising her arms upwards to signify an admission of defeat. Her face was contorted in a hungry grimace and it didn't immediately disappear even after activating her meta-skill, which allowed instant blood recovery. But as soon as she exhaled and brought her face into a more human shape, her scarlet eyes widened and then narrowed to a point, and she sighed in shock, looking somewhere inside herself. And the shaman, who knew that facial expression firsthand, realised even without peeking at the status or through the doll that someone had just taken a level. Given that her level had been forty-ninth until recently, the new level could give her a super-property, by the way.

Camrad_RIP 01.03.25 в 17:21

"I, oh, I've taken a new step, Pann." She said, looking nowhere with a lost gaze, ignoring her fledglings, who were slowly bringing themselves to order, huddled together at the entrance to the enclosed hall. "And I received gifts from the one who bestowed her favour on you, my good one. Let's finish this, I can't stand the urge to accept these gifts."

Camrad_RIP 01.03.25 в 17:19

She had clearly stopped the urge to call him a pet at the last moment, which was the best indication of how impressed she was with Goat. Stepan realized the test was really over and he would like to rest. He recorded a successful symbiosis with a higher spirit of the combat type, closed his eyes and began to break contact with the spirit. The entity left without special effects and farewells, with a slight irritation at the profanation of a normal massacre, to which he was called. However, without negativity, he said goodbye to the contractor and indicated his readiness to come to him next year. The Shaman was not going to wait that long, intending to use the contract book renewal token at the first need for such a powerful trump card.

Camrad_RIP 02.03.25 в 08:55

The first sensation of losing contact with the spirit was the savage pain of a body changing back, where every muscle was stretched and almost torn. A normal shaman would have come down with a fever and then treated the injuries of the body, which were far more numerous than the overstretched aura. Stepan had deliberately focused on saving the subtle body at the expense of the physical one, and now the reckoning had come. And it was gone as soon as he used the healing meta-skill on himself, then on Jaspera, who was more traumatised than the others, and finally on Rowena, though her teeth were only slightly damaged. The tiredly exhaled financier returned to her lively appearance and smiled gratefully at him, demonstratively clutching her large pale tits with her hands and raising and lowering them as if to show how she would thank him. The rest of the bloodsuckers were not seriously injured at all. Even Rowena would heal her fangs in half an hour, and all of them, congratulating each other on the successful completion of the training, cast lots and then went about their business, leaving Lemira, armed with two amulets with stone control charms, to fix the floor and walls and ceiling. The rune cloaking array is hidden at least half a metre deep, and the top layer of stone is regularly destroyed here, but usually not so seriously. Afterwards, a couple of blood-sworn maids, the daughter and mother, will come here, clean and wash everything, and then they will forget their visit.

Camrad_RIP 28.02.25 в 14:17

They used to lose a whole day afterwards, which gave them a day off, because weaving blood still strains the mind and makes the body weak. Stepan, at Sylvia's request and, more surprisingly, with the sincere consent of the servants, who had been working for Sylvia for the third generation, worked with them and ensured a more gentle regime of memory wiping. It was only three hours' work, most of which he spent on checking the existing bookmarks and adjusting his work to them so that there would be no conflict.

Camrad_RIP 01.03.25 в 16:27

He went upstairs, in company with Sylvia, who had successfully cleaned herself with scarlet armour and still had not covered her tits, to a warm bath, dinner and pleasant conversation. Not his level, but still interesting, for Sylvia, in a way, was also a part of him, fully belonging to him. The vampiress walked in silence, only nodding at the comments of her fledglings, who sincerely praised her and admired how much stronger she had become. Though Rowena had little of that sincerity and a lot of envy, so if Stepan hadn't encouraged her, she might have done something stupid. And the shaman was also silent, pondering whether or not Sylvia would be given a second class choice? Judging by the fact that on the fiftieth they didn't give her a second specialisation, she would have to wait until the sixteenth. This was confirmed a moment later by the help. The members of his group, if they didn't have specialisation initially due to the peculiarities of their training, were given the same as him, on the twenty-fifth. But the additional class only on the sixtieth, while the thirtieth will give some other bonus, but without specifics. Another important thing was the lack of bonuses for a ten in some characteristic, instead of a ten it was necessary to gain fifteen, and only the first two characteristics that reached this value were counted.

Camrad_RIP 01.03.25 в 16:36

"Oh, pet, it was worth it, and I don't care about the damn robes, I have a few more of them." Sylvia, seated in her chair and not even thinking of covering her naked breasts, was so bursting with positive emotions that she seemed almost alive. "I swear on my blood, my darling, I would give myself to you right now, maybe even letting you do more than just pleasure my flower with your tongue, but this gift is too tempting. So tantalising that you'll have to wait, but for now, here you go. But, please, be kind, silent and without moaning, don't distract me."

Camrad_RIP 01.03.25 в 16:29

Before he could realise what Sylvia was talking about, a piece of perfumed and feminine-smelling fabric flew into his face. Perplexed at the dark purple panties with some lace, and also amazed that Sylvia had put them on under her now completely removed battle suit, he didn't immediately realise what she was expecting from him. It took him at least five seconds to realise.

Camrad_RIP 01.03.25 в 16:31

///“Oh, right, I am, after all, according to her beliefs, now obligated to experience incredible passion and embark gratefully on satisfying myself right on this particular piece of closet.” - Shaking his head, he convinced Sylvia through the doll that was exactly what he was doing now, putting the panties aside. - “And that's exactly what I didn't put into her, all this just her fantasies and desires, which if she were really my mistress, she would definitely fulfill.”

Camrad_RIP 27.02.25 в 12:13

He put the underwear aside and added another suggestion, which would prevent her gift from being seen as unstained by the grateful pet, he hardly looked away from the huge pale tits, which he wanted to oil and fuck till morning, and then he watched Sylvia's train of thought and her choices. He had to check the award, too, for he'd missed Singha's token once and it cost him a lot. Yes, the vampiress had a lot of compulsions, they covered each other, and it would not even occur to her, for example, to change something in Stepan's head, because he, from her point of view, was perfectly subordinated, and to change it further would only ruin it. But some Autogoddess-style crap, not dangerous and not lethal, might well come to him. The tokens had a very special effect, and he wasn't sure if his compulsions would take them into account.

Camrad_RIP 01.03.25 в 18:09

At level fifty, Sylvia was given two units of characteristics, one unit each in Constitution and Sensitivity, according to her class scheme. At the sixtieth level, she'd also get a plus to her Resistance. But the choices of properties made Stepan chuckle maliciously and gloatingly, though mentally, because it was nice to watch someone else suffer from what tormented him. Personally, he was not going to influence the choice, not knowing which of the options would be more optimal, and Sylvia was torn between almost six dozen proposed super-properties, realising that there was only one thing to choose. Most of these properties added only two characteristic points each to different attributes, mostly Constitution and the same Sensitivity with resistance, but not all of them, not at all. Some gave three at a time, but such and such restricted in other ways or gave other nasty debuffs like increased vulnerability to holiness or the sun, increased thirst, or increased risk of loss of control. Others gave only a single one, but their overall effect was as useful as possible, like the property that allowed rebirth in a pre-prepared body of properly treated chick with certain stipulations.

Camrad_RIP 01.03.25 в 18:22

There was one property, the system called ‘Scarlet Nightmare Shape’, which gave five points to attributes at once, without having particularly negative vulnerabilities, giving greater resistance to all sorts of specific anti-vampire crap, increasing blood magic, charms and opening access to the magic of darkness. But this stuff distorted the appearance in the manner of Nosferatu from the World of Darkness or Count Orlok from the classics of black and white cinema, changed the proportions of the body, increased physical size and just deformed. Sylvia was ready to do a lot for the sake of power but she realised that such a transformation would destroy her whole life and habitual ways, forcing her to either run away and turn into an outcast, or to sit in her office without a word and meet people only under the multi-layered ilusion of her past appearance. Stepan in principle understood that the appearance of the bearer of his favourite pale tits could be saved by the same beauty token, turning her from an ugly monster into a sexy monstrosity with huge pale tits, but he also benefited from a normal Sylvia.

Camrad_RIP 01.03.25 в 18:25

In the end, the bloodsucker opted for ‘scarlet shards of feelings and hearts,’ which increased her Spirit and Sensetivity by one, as well as significantly enhanced her ilusions, blood control, and subjugation abilities, adding stealth and subtlety, making them even more difficult to detect even in the active phase, not to mention the search for the consequences of carefully worn compulsions. Stepan accepted her choice, knowing perfectly well that he needed her not only as a combat unit, but also as a basis of cover for himself. Therefore Sylvia's agent development was even more advantageous to him than the combat one. All the more so because he had separately made a group of compulsions with the expectation that this bloody coterie would not create a cruel game and not arrange those things that Stepan himself would condemn. To be fair, he had to adjust the general course of the nest only slightly, because they were already very pragmatic and therefore merciful in many respects.

Camrad_RIP 01.03.25 в 18:28

Well, merciful by the standards of the world and society.

Camrad_RIP 27.02.25 в 15:01

Sylvia had intended and lusted for the opportunity to cast her scarlet net into the local criminal environment even without him. And now, with this improvement, she could start her work with a high chance of success. He didn't mind Sylvia brainwashing the local mafia, having heard and in some places seen their methods of work. He wouldn't have minded if she had decided to give them a bloodbath right off the bat, to be honest. To be fair, a lot depended on the gang itself. The smugglers, market and gambling-house keepers were comparatively adequate. Robbers, breakwater pirates, slavers, and begging crybaby holders evoked little pity from the shaman. If Sylvia could get her sweet arse on the throne of the local king of thieves, he'd be happy about it, as long as it didn't draw attention to himself. As it was, he spent a lot of effort trying not to stand out and attract the stern gaze of the Knights of Cloak and Dagger.

Camrad_RIP 01.03.25 в 18:32

In addition to the property, Sylvia also received a gift from the Autogoddess, and Her Milfness was generous with gifts. She is giving Sylvia the second rank of a very important meta-skill for any carrier of the system: ‘issuing system assignments II’. The first task, a small one, by the way, and not a tiny one, required her to create some particularly interesting potion, of the blood-charming type, which works on vampires first of all, but not on the alive. A subtle and mild version of the gradually emerging attraction, thickly mixed with the principles of scarlet patronage. Sylvia, whose skills and erudition had been raised to the proper levels by the System, knew the recipe, even before the System was taken, but the specification of the potion was very demanding, yet unfamiliar. She had never brewed such a thing before. Bloodsucker would have rushed to do the assignment right away, but she was distracted by the change in aura and spiritual body under the influence of the implemented property, so she remained seated and even thought about going to bed.

Camrad_RIP 01.03.25 в 18:40

And there was something else in her mind that Stepan could not see in her Status, though he could view it on the rights of the group's creator. Yes, she had indeed been given a token, and not just any token, but a Her Milfness marked token. It was called “Pleasant Suck” and had a hundred and fifty charges, which was more than any other token he'd ever seen. The meta-effect was simple - the target she'd chosen, like all the witnesses, saw nothing strange in letting Sylvia suck him off, and then letting her bite his arm or neck to drink a couple sips of blood. It worked only on men, and only on good-looking men, or on good-looking women who were breastfeeding at the same time, but it worked differently for them, they let Sylvia suck their breasts. The accepted blood, milk, and semen could not be used to impose control, such a thought simply did not occur to her, physically could not occur to her.

Camrad_RIP 02.03.25 в 10:11

And you have to take into account the usual conventions of the world. In order to activate the token on, say, the Duke de Danrtel, it is necessary to meet him in such conditions that he normally perceives the presence of Sylvia. For example, a chance meeting in a crowd, which is theoretically possible if old Herbert is there for some reason in the middle of the crowd. And if she breaks into his office and activates the token, he will, of course, fall under the effect of the token, let the bloodsucker suck, but then he will immediately call the guards, because why the fuck is the bloodsucker in his office?

Camrad_RIP 02.03.25 в 10:08