Chapter 713: The Little Wolf’s Reassurance

Selene curled her lips at his recovery.

The engine growled beneath her hands, low and smooth, before the vehicle pulled away from the ruined construction site. Its headlights cut through the rain, creating huge pale lines across the wet asphalt.

Nikita remained seated in the passenger seat with her arms folded beneath her chest. Her ears twitched as she glanced into the rear mirror, watching Nikolai sneakily as they pulled away from the desolate building site.

"What’s the matter, pretty little wolf?"

"N-Nothing, I’m just checking you’re not crying or something....!" Her pretty face turned away as she stuttered in response to his sudden question.

"What if I am so sad that I want to cry? Will you let me lie against your bosom and cry?"

Nikita’s cheeks turned bright red as she covered her breasts with both hands and glared back at him through the rearview mirror.

Of course, it wasn’t like she minded...

But she hated appearing weak or delicate in front of her main rival, Selene.

"Nikolai!"

Selene’s lips curved faintly, though she kept her gaze forward, before she took a shot at the embarrassed little wolf. "Wouldn’t you prefer the more comfortable chest to rest on?"

"W-What!?" Nikita gasped before glaring at Selene.

However, her eyes couldn’t help but lower and observe the alluring, buxom curves of her body and grit her teeth.

’What the hell are they fighting over?’

Nikolai leaned back against the seat, clutching the coat saturated in Nikita’s scent as it barely covered his aching body. Though his injuries had long since healed, a faint residue of fatigue lingered.

He lifted a hand and glanced at his palm.

The dense blood from crushing the clones had long vanished, yet he still felt that uncomfortable warmth from their blood.

The sensation crawled beneath his skin like a fever that refused to become pain.

It was faint after he left the building and almost easy to ignore, yet every time the vehicle passed beneath a streetlight, Nikolai saw their broken faces in the back of his mind. The agonised looks of his beloved women as he crushed their hearts... it was a haunting image that lingered no matter how he tried to ignore it.

"What’s the matter? You’ve gone quiet, babe."

Selene’s eyes flicked back to the road after glancing his way through the mirror for a brief instant, tactfully showing her concern.

Nikolai closed his palm and shook his head.

"I just can’t get over how real they seemed, and the feeling of ending their lives... won’t go away. It keeps lingering like a bad smell..."

Selene’s expression lightened as she softened her smile.

"...Because they resembled us?"

Nikolai kept his palm raised for a few moments before lowering it as he glanced up at her.

"Yeah, at first it didn’t matter... because they weren’t perfect, rather there were subtle errors in the way Franz portrayed you. But once they started using the Blood Arts of the Tepes and Fenrir clan, it just..."

"...I don’t know."

That was the frustrating part.

At first, it was only a slight resemblance, though only possessing fragments of Nikita and Selene and a small amount of their abilities and mannerisms... When they transformed and began to fight seriously, something changed.

’Was there some sort of power, or reason?’

If somebody created another hundred of those things and released them tomorrow, he would destroy every single one without hesitation.

Yet when all was said and done.

He might feel just as melancholic as he does right now.

’Did that Selene and Nikita have someone who loved and cared for them... or were they just tools created to die?’

Nikolai couldn’t stop these feelings precisely because they were his wives; the bond between a werewolf and his Luna was just this strong. Not to mention that of a vampire bride and her husband.

It was something that couldn’t be ignored.

’Fake or not...’

Nikolai released a long breath before shaking his head.

"Forget it."

Nikita immediately frowned.

"You’ve been brooding over it for the last twenty minutes."

"I said, forget it."

Now that he knew this would happen again, he could only prepare himself. Soon, he would be facing the entire brunt of the Nosferatu, an old enemy of his clan—people who wished to take everything from him with a smile.

It didn’t matter what Alucard’s goals were.

To save his wife?

Who wouldn’t do the same, but Nikolai couldn’t allow him to succeed.

With the dark red moon still looming over him, he managed to recover from the battle earlier as the outpost came into sight.

’Let’s focus.’

After that, the tension inside the vehicle finally eased somewhat as Nikita spun around in her seat and pointed an accusing finger toward the back.

"Hey! You better not prefer the other Nikita, she’s a fake and won’t let you nut in her ass!"

Sccrrrr!

"W-What!?" Selene’s hands swerved as the car almost smashed into a wall.

The tyres shrieked against the wet asphalt as Selene forced the vehicle back into the centre of the lane.

Nikolai’s body slammed slightly against the door, while Nikita grabbed the dashboard with both hands, ears standing straight up.

For several seconds, only the sounds of the engine and rain filled the vehicle.

Then Selene slowly turned her head.

"Nikita."

The little wolf stiffened.

"...What?"

"I dare you to say such vulgar things again," she smirked while flicking the radio switch to active, bringing in the sounds from the outpost’s communication post.

"I don’t want to."

"You said it so confidently a second ago."

Nikita’s face turned bright red as she pointed forward with one trembling finger. "Look at the road! You almost killed us!"

"You almost killed us."

"I was reassuring my husband!"

"By announcing that a fake version of you wouldn’t let him cum inside her ass?"

"S-Selene!"

Nikolai pinched the bridge of his nose.

The heaviness in his chest had not disappeared completely, but it cracked apart beneath the sheer stupidity of the situation. He didn’t know whether to laugh or sigh.

Maybe both.

"You two understand that this isn’t the time for such things, haha?"

Though he said that..

His heart felt lighter, his lingering thoughts towards the clones somehow grew distant when he realised just how stupid and childish his wives were.

Nikita glanced at him before she hissed, her cheeks bright red. "I wasn’t telling a lie!"

"...That’s why?"

"Yes!"

Selene’s lips twitched at her rival’s utter stupid honesty, and she couldn’t help but shake her head, unable to compete with such a foolish wolf.

Nikita folded her arms and looked away with an embarrassed huff.

"You were thinking too much. So I said something you couldn’t keep thinking through."

Nikolai paused.

That logic was ridiculous, and yet it had worked so perfectly. Because all he could think of now was the sight of Nikita bent over the car seat, with both hands spreading her buttocks, revealing her cute little holes dripping with his seed.

His gaze remained on the back of Nikita’s head for a moment before he let out a small breath.

"You’re more useful than you look, but... now there is another issue."

Nikita peeked back at him, her lips curved into a little smirk before she lowered her glance and saw the growing bulge in his pants. "Oh...?" Her throat sounded as she licked her lips, slowly tracing her pink lips with her tongue.

Nikolai noticed the change in her eyes immediately.

"Nikita."

"What?" she whispered, her voice suddenly sweet and dangerous. "You told me you would do whatever I wanted... right?"

Before Selene could react, Nikita unfastened her seatbelt and climbed awkwardly over the centre console. Her skirt rode higher as she squeezed between the seats, forcing her plump ass into the narrow gap.

"N-Nikita, get back in your seat!? I am driving."

However, the werewolf just glanced back and snorted, "Then drive well."

Selene’s shoulder pressed against the soft cheek of her backside as Nikita wriggled into the back, shamelessly using the vampire as support. Her knee slipped once, making her fall forward against Nikolai’s lap with a quiet gasp.

Nikolai caught her by the shoulders, watched as her face hovered above his crotch. He could practically feel the heat from her breath as if a misty fog blew across his lap.

Nikita looked up from between his thighs with a bold smile.

There was no hesitation or shame, even as the Jeep raced towards the outpost.

"Nikita... this is dangerous."

"Mhm... but you’re so hard, look.... fuck it’s so hot..." Her hands wrapped around his thighs, slowly sliding her fingertips along his half-erect mass as it enlarged from her touch.

Selene clicked her tongue while keeping the vehicle steady. "The outpost is less than five minutes away."

"Then I have five minutes," she narrowed her eyes, dragging her fingers along the waistband of Nikolai’s pants as she pressed her lips together. "I’m so horny right now... and it’s all your fault, darling."

Nikolai’s fingers tightened slightly around Nikita’s hair as she lowered herself, nuzzling against the bulge she had caused. Her breath passed through the fabric, hot and eager, before her tongue dragged slowly over him through the cloth.

"Nikita."

She looked up with glistening eyes.

"What’s wrong, darling? I’m just helping you... Isn’t it difficult to face everyone like that?"

Then her fingers hooked beneath the fabric, tugging it aside as the swollen shaft flopped free and his dark bulbous head slapped her lips with a wet smack.

Her lips slowly parted, allowing the swollen tip to rest against her tongue as she kept her eyes locked with his.

As if able to feel his apprehension, her eyes narrowed as the outpost lights came into view.

"Don’t worry, you know I’m good with my mouth."