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  Chapter 183 Part A

  Mallory is finally rexed.

  It’s been about two hours of hot vampire sex since we began.

  All at once; she sort of like used so much energy 'spousal fun time' that she passed out. I didn’t think that was possible but vampires’ enhanced senses can work against them in intimacy. She had a lot of energy, but nobody has so much energy that they don’t need to rest even vampires. Her energy was so high and so much so, that I’m a bit shocked. It made even intimacy with Sylvie sound weak in comparison. Mallory is a nymphomaniac partly through trying to overcome her blood lust that she seems to hate about herself, though I don’t know if it has to do with being a vampire with super sharp nerve senses working against her or her personality in general.

  It’s made her desperate. Desperate for me to own her. She begged for me to own her. I found that a bit shocking.

  But it’s not like the others. I can’t ever let my guard down around her or I’m toast. Because of it, I don’t want any more vampire harem members I’m sure because it’s so much work just trying to stay alive with one. Luckily its night and the guards check on us less during the times we’re supposed to be sleeping. But they can’t stay away forever.

  I need to do research on how much control I have over her aggressive tendencies though…

  She’ll do whatever I say now, without even thinking about the logic of it as long as I take care of her needs now. She even wants me to order her around. I am trying to not feel smug. I do really like her and feel humble to have such a good woman even if she’s a vampire.

  “Can you break the shackles?” I asked her.

  Before I couldn’t get her to cooperate on the shackles but now maybe things are different. Now that I’ve made her bend to my will I can get her to do more.

  “Hmm it doesn’t look good,” she noted seeing them.

  “Just try.”

  “I can try. But don’t pull out of me yet, OK?” she whispered, whimpering.

  Ah right. She still likes having it in and us joined together as one. She’s also obsessed with that part it seems; pulling out even if I’m done is a sin. If that will keep a bloodthirsty vampire from going violently crazy I can live with that. Sometimes she says how good it feels that we’re connected.

  And this way I don’t have to worry about bites as much as before. I didn’t think real girls would be like that but maybe it’s also a vampire thing, since they have vastly different internal structure and chemistry than normal people. She won’t let me pull out and so it made it difficult to get her to focus on breaking the shackles. Unconsciously she’s got one hand holding the back of my hip to keep it tight against hers from behind.

  The first blow she does with one first shackle doesn’t do much except dent the shackles. Plus she’s still trying to keep it inside her while trying to break the shackles. It’s weird to do it that way but she’s fixated on keeping it in and I don’t want to make her mad.

  Nor does the second blow work. And it hurts with each hit, so I can’t have her crush my wrists either. Then she tried to pull them apart, and that didn’t work either.

  “Damn,” she said.

  “It’s not working,” I admitted.

  “Any harder than that and I risk messing up your bone structure,” she said.

  “I didn’t think the dwarves could make something this strong that even vampire strength couldn’t get through,” she admitted.

  “What? You aren’t going to let them win are you?” I retorted.

  That got her more determined. Vampires have a lot of pride. Plus after I said if I die, she can’t have anymore ‘spousal intimacy’ then she got mad and furious to break it. She’s still trying to mess with the shackles for several minutes. At one point I was afraid she’d rip my arms off in the process.

  But still no progress….

  “Dang it. These are built too strong,” she said, frantic with worry.

  I was almost crushed with the despair. Spell casting is how I survive!

  “Don’t worry we’ll work it out,” she assured me.

  It’s ironic, but if she weren’t here I might have wanted to die right now; well a temptation fleeting on the mind but I wouldn’t have followed through with that thought.

  “The guards will be checking on us for morning routine soon,” I warned.

  “That’s why we need to get out of here now. They will undoubtedly try to kill us again. And it could be worse now that they realize how hard it is to control us. We need to get out soon, even if it limits my vacation time with you,” she admitted. Finally she’s working on the same page as me with her mind into it! This is getting somewhere!

  “So do you have any friends that can help us?” I asked.

  “They won’t risk attacking a dwarven prison. And the strong ones are already dead. The others sided against us, so it’s just you and me now. I don’t… no I can’t count on people that I thought were friends before but that aren’t. And as for those outside, they aren’t stupid, and they know the war twins are thirsty to find find them; now that they finally sniffed out a few of us. Plus they might enjoy taking my position if they got to us. You can guess what that would mean to you and your future as a prince,” she scowled.

  She seemed upset when she said this. But at least she’s not mad at me.

  “But they can tell where you are?” I asked.

  She nodded. “My ‘mother’ can. That’s um; I mean we call our parent the one who created me or us. There is a bond there too but its … difficult to expin. Its both simir and different from human families. I’ll tell you about that more ter. But I think you know what I mean. She’s far away though. We sometimes spread out in starting new branch families in order to ensure survival. So that means she won’t be able to help us. It also means that we only have one parent not two unlike humans usually. And it’s not unusual for vampires to be heavily into incest since we are all adopted and not actual genetic spawn of each other unlike humans and normal animals. At any rate, a vampire parent is the one vampire that can sense where their children are. It helps us keep each other out of trouble and one of the few things that promote vampires being family oriented since we are prone to killing each other as much as not. No doubt she’s wondering why I’m in a dwarven prison and has been puzzled how we got caught.”

  “She wouldn’t rescue you?” I ventured.

  “Probably not yet…and if so it would depend on if she had something to gain for it I think. And like I said, I think she’s too far away. And I don’t know what she’d do to you in the process. I don’t trust her for that. If she senses I’ve left the dwarven prison that could be another story however,” she said.

  “Why would that matter?”

  “She’ll be mad that I let myself get caught this easy,” she frowned.

  “It’s not your fault. That guy was one of the greatest dwarven archmages to have ever lived. We’re lucky we even survived meeting him,” I protested.

  “Well she might buy an excuse like that. But she’ll probably still want to punish me,” she sighed like she was totally helpless.

  So this brought out more problems.

  What happens when we meet Mallory’s mother and siblings? That can’t be good. And it’s obvious that Mallory is afraid of her mother when she’s already strong herself.

  If we got out somehow, then Mallory’s parent vampire would then be a potential enemy. She’d for sure not like me having control of Mallory like she’s putty in my hands. Even if she doesn’t care for Mallory her proud would probably not like the idea of another creature ruling over their master race.

  I’d heard Mallory in the past day already spouting of nonsense about vampires being a master race and above all other creatures except maybe elves and dragons.

  Elves aren’t in the picture on this world anymore, I’d been told…

  But tely I wonder if that’s actually true?

  Dark elves aren’t extinct for sure. So does that mean there might be other loopholes on them? And if there were elves wouldn’t they use it as a survival tactic to make sure everyone else thought they were dead?

  “So new pn. Can you break the door on our cell? First let’s just get the fuck out of here before everyone is awake. Then we’ll solve the shackles problem then?” I asked.

  She nodded, “since you motivated me sure. And I think that’s the best policy too.”

  But I then had to motivate her again.

  “Can you um….feed me again first?” she asked staring at my ‘tool’ that’s still inserted inside of her.

  Mallory is a cum addict now too I think. It only took one big spurt in her mouth to get her to do what I want. But that costed us another half hour of feeding. And she wants lots of breaks for this.

  I guess that’s better than blood! Who knew you could substitute cum for blood with vampire girls! Its kind of hot also!

  This girl is a pain in the ass now. She’s started to move slowly too compared to the others because of all her needy crap.

  She’s totally freaking insane though so I have to use a carrot and stick routine and keep her from getting bored of the carrot and stick routine at the same time. She doesn’t care for clothes anymore even while we’re trying to escape.

  Just now, she banged on the door hard.

  “No luck. Also this making noise is for sure going to draw the guards,” she said to warn me.

  Crap.

  “Try again. There has to be a way. I don’t want to stay here till they kill us,” I said.

  More banging…her heavy but slender and small fist collided with the solid metal of the door.

  If we keep banging the guards will eventually hear though they are far away; but how soon will it take them to get here? They are used to tantrums from inmates though, so they might think this is just that.

  Her next blows also dented the metal but didn’t cave it in. Seriously for her to dent the metal is already something to make my eyes go wide. Seriously she’s freaking strong. Mallory is very scary. Now I see, she can pound huge dents into that solid steel door.

  “I think we’re going about this the wrong way. Try the hinges or the stone around where the bars go into the ground,” I said as I looked for weak spots in the metal door.

  “Ah, good idea boss,” she leered at me while chuckling.

  She’s weird.

  Describing her as a lunatic crazed Goth girl sounds about right. She has unnaturally pale but beautiful skin and the body of a slim but short big boobed young woman with a loli face despite being at least a century old. What’s unnerving about her is the sort of weird natural make up vampires seem to emit as part of her gmour that makes it look like almost dark circles around her eyes.

  She stares at me too much if I don’t tell her what to do.

  She’s also reverted to an almost primal gait of a feral like stance with her small abs showing. It kind of makes her look more exotic this way.

  Somehow she tears at the hinges and the stone on the floor using her cws. It didn’t colpse right away but it did get immediate severe damage to the hinge. The problem is that hinges like that are built to take damage and still function. So we switched to the floor anchoring part of the stone holding things in. By the eleventh try she’s broken some of her wickedly powerful vampire talons but the first hinge caved.

  “Got it,” she grunted as she’s bending back the metal that is creaking as she peels it away. With that she literally pries the solid steel door off like its tinfoil, using the weight and blocky door to twist against itself and literally tear off the second hinge quickly; although it did take several tries.

  “Hurry, the guards could come by any minute,” I said.

  But when we go to leave the other inmates can now see her. They are partly curious because she’s naked but also scared because they know what she is. Immediately there’s a commotion starting, not just because of her escaping but they are also like why the hell is there a naked Goth loli like vampire girl running loose. Some of them are afraid to be within reach of us, even with their windowed doors in the way.

  She carries the door with her like it’s a battering ram.

  That’s when the guards spotted us. They had to notice sometime. I guess they don’t like to hang out here with the prisoners and thought this area was way more secure than it was.

  Shit.

  This is the bad part. I was afraid that would happen. It was only a matter of time.

  Dwarves aren’t weak. And they come with an eborate collection of metal toys for all kinds of uses. Currently, they are shotting crossbows at us. Then they send in the golems to fight her.

  The dwarves use a lot of steel and metal golems here in the prison to help ensure the survival rate of the guards. In no time at all it’s a full on skirmish of them sending shit down here to kill us. They will likely at some point investigate the noise.

  Mallory’s intense gaze is scary as she literally kicks one of the golems down the hall ten feet and then smashes the face in of the other. Her other hand, holds up the remains of the bent up metal door to block the dwarves shooting crossbow bolts at us. The door is big enough to cover both of us at the same time.

  “Can you keep us alive?” I asked.

  “Yeah, just make sure you satisfy me ter,” she licked her lips. She added, “master,” a bit too te with a smirk.

  I feel like a puppet master. But in a way I’m a puppet too. Is this even fair? I also know so little about Mallory. What kind of life did she have besides being a sve to blood? Did she have her own family? How am I supposed to deal with such an oddball?

  The dwarves have sounded an arm while the other inmates are going nuts screaming at both us and the guards. They want us to let them go free too, but the problem is that I know most of these guys should be here in here. Most of them have really icky crimes.

  And if I let them loose on innocents that’s on my head; even if I think all dwarves are traitorous little pricks right now, I have to do it a different way.

  While everyone is yelling and screaming Mallory continues to fight using the door and throwing stuff at them when she gets a chance. She finally downs the second golem that was near us by smashing into its power unit, which looks like some kind of mage crystal setup in a battery chamber.

  The guards are falling back but only so they can regroup.

  Mallory pulls a crossbow bolt out of her stomach, which barely even slowed her down. She doesn’t like being shot at and hissed at whoever shoots at her nearly every time we spot new enemies.

  “They made a mistake in not keeping me shackled. They were too greedy to have me kill you and the other vampires,” she said.

  That means also that they must have had some kind of end game scenario to finish Mallory off huh?

  I guess we have to leave now no matter what.

  We keep moving, fighting for ground every step of the way. Several times I wonder if we’ll get shot but Mallory is greedy and blocks every shot at not just her but me also. She’s quite good at blocking the dozens of bolts that shoot at us, and with the huge secure door acting like a shield, it’s effective at minimizing our risk as long as we use our brains first in deciding how to move and to not let the dwarves fnk us for shots around the edges of the metal.

  There aren’t a lot of areas here where we can use for cover so we have to move carefully and deliberately pn every step. We’re lucky she’s still using the metal door as a shield while the dwarves pepper us with crossbow bolts without any end in sight.

  Mallory is good at blocking I can see. But who wouldn’t with a door that big made of metal that they are tossing around, both for defense and offense. Sometimes she has to bend the door more to make it fit through corridors and stuff when we’re rounding corners or going up and down inclines but she makes it happen.

  Bolt after bolt is ricocheting off the door while we keep moving. They make loud pinging noises from the metal colliding with metal.

  I’m behind Mallory’s back while she’s pushing forward. She puts out a burst of speed charging the dwarves. They scream in panic while yelling to get out of the way. I’m forced to follow to avoid getting shot.

  She then intercepts two more golems. One of them she throws down the stairs behind us. The other she punches through its head, yanking out the mana core like she did to the other one. It dies instantly.

  Mallory…is…wow. She could probably even beat Sylvie in a fight. And Sylvie is probably my strongest minion.

  But can I get control over her? Having endless sex drive to counter her blood lust isn’t really controlling her effectively.

  How do I do this without this running away from me?

  We keep racing to the next intersection of tunnels while she’s blocking crossbow bolts left and right with the remains of the door.

  How did she get so good at blocking? I’m not compining about her blocking ability, that’s for sure. Over and over bolts ricochet off the heavy metal of the door.

  She’s more of a combat expert than Sunghee is, and that’s saying something. But that’s not fair to Sunghee, who doesn’t have those huge vampire stat advantages.

  The dwarves continue to fall back, using the golems to ensure their survival. They don’t’ want to risk a real death so the golems are falling like dominoes now.

  “I’ll kill them… I’ll kill them all….how dare they mess with us,” Mallory keeps saying over and over again.

  I have to figure out a way to keep her from killing the dwarves too. I don’t like that they put me in prison but killing them would only prove that’s where I deserve to be. It will escate things too. The best thing to do is trick Mallory into only killing the golems.

  “Don’t kill them!” I hurriedly said when she was about to snap a dwarf’s neck.

  She’s so shocked she lets him run away. She blinked a few times, barely listening to me in time. Then she sighed. “I can’t believe you are feeling sorry for them,” she spat while the dwarf that I made her let go runs away.

  Surprisingly she’s mostly unscathed still. And so am I. It’s quite remarkable.

  “Why?! Why not hurt those that hurt us?!” she screeched at me.

  “Training. It will mess with their heads. They won’t know why we’re doing it. They’re thinking what’s up with that? Why are they only incapacitating us instead? Besides, I need you in control of yourself and to make decisions based on logic now,” I suggested. A traditional because it’s wrong answer I calcuted to not work with Mallory. She might like something like a game and masochistic training answer better.

  “You aren’t making sense. It’s easier to rip their throats out,” she said.

  “Nope. Vetoed. No killing,” I smiled at her.

  “F-fine. I guess I can do that. Your argument was logical also to be in control,” she gave me a smile back somehow.

  Somehow to my surprise it worked! I’m ughing at her inside.

  She snorted. “It’s….stupid. Fine. Wait, you have a point. We can do that. I like training. It’s good for preparing against mother…But I’m in charge,” she added.

  So you think…

  We know who’s really in charge…

  You aren’t in charge at all… even now she wants to give in and just do spousal intimacy all day.

  “No ‘rewards’ for you unless you do what I say,” I said.

  She hesitated and there was a visible flinching effect on her face when I said that. What I said shook her up so bad she accidentally let two crossbow bolts penetrate her rib cage.

  “Ah shit! I hate rib shots,” she muttered tearing them out.

  “Oh no! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to distract you!” I apologized. It does bother me that she got shot because of me saying that right before she was shot at.

  “Well it’s kind of partly my fault. Don’t feel bad lover,” she insisted.

  “I should apologize to you instead,” she said.

  “I didn’t mean to distract you,” I said.

  “It’s OK, but don’t say something like no cum. Its heart wrenching and causes a lot of hesitation. That’s like saying you’ll divorce me. It’s no wonder you got me shot,” she said with a fearful look on her face. She looked like I betrayed her with the look on her face, but it went away after awhile.

  What a weirdo.

  “I won’t do anything like that. I want to work things out,” I said.

  She leered at me to study my reaction to make sure I was serious. “Really? You mean that?” she said.

  “Yeah I do. I hope you will also not be mad at me,” I said.

  “Ah you are so nice to me even though I don’t deserve it. I’m so sorry,” she said sounding like she’s got real anguish.

  This seems weird that she’s into cheesy romance stuff. It makes me even blink but I guess the pheromones have effectively lured her into my clutches.

  But for now we’d negotiated a deal to help each other. It was working.

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