CHAPTER 248: FERTILE BALL.

Turning her face up to see him return, but this time he had a small transparent ball in his hand, which had her scrunching her eyebrows together in confusion, scrambling into an upright position.

Lord Drehk walked closer to her, going as far as to get back on the bed, sitting on it while being completely naked, even as Rymora stared wordlessly at him.

Wanting to ask him what the hall was, but not wanting to speak again—almost like she was hoping that he had somehow not noticed it when she had spoken the first time.

"You won’t speak?" Drehk suddenly said, making it very clear that he had heard her and now knew that she could speak.

It also pointed out to anyone that had a brain that the only reason that a maid would pretend to be dumb was if she was a spy, something Rymora had to do to try and look even more harmless.

"You are Aira’s maid! That’s a good position for a spy?" he spoke next, and Rymora couldn’t help but suck in a deep breath as she stared at him with an almost pleading gaze in her eyes.

"So you’re going to kill me for it?" she asked with a bitter tone in her voice as she spoke, only to see Lord Drehk slowly shake his head with a subtle smile on his face.

"No! I don’t care which hunter house you’re spying for!" he told her, which made her eyes widen since he had gotten it wrong, something that made her feel relieved until she heard him continue to speak.

"...But I am going to blackmail you!" he told her, which made her eyes widen and squint in slight confusion.

"You were ready to leave me, and here I thought I made it clear that I don’t just go around having random sex with random women!" he said, even as Rymora shook her head without allowing him to continue to speak.

"I-I can’t continue to sleep with you!" she said, her voice gentle, containing all the emotions she had been trying to put into words.

"Whatever this is..." she continued, but Drehk didn’t let her finish.

"Whatever this is will continue. If not, I can reveal your identity and pay for your punishment and have you become my slave!" he said in a calm tone that made fear crawl into her throat and deep into her chest.

It was in a tone that showed that Drehk would do as he said—and much more—which scared her as she stared at him like she was seeing him for the first time.

"You will continue to sleep with me and no one else!" he said, his tone gruffer than before as he fixed his red gaze on her in a way that showed a possessive attitude that he wasn’t even trying to hide.

It was almost like he was outrightly declaring that she was his.

Rymora wanted to argue and kick against it, but she knew she couldn’t. Not in the state Lord Drehk currently was, as she slowly nodded her head in a servile manner, waiting for her chance to leave and never come back. It was the only thing she could do.

But she had barely lowered her head when she watched Lord Drehk move closer in a way that had her heart racing in her chest, raising her gaze to see him hovering right in front of her with the small transparent ball he had picked up right in front of her lips.

"Swallow it!" he ordered, even as warning bells went off in Rymora’s head, her eyes widening as she instantly demanded to know what it was.

"What is that?" she asked, scrambling back in shock but unable to, as Lord Drehk placed his lower body over hers in a way that trapped her and kept her from moving away further from him on the bed.

Shocked when Lord Drehk instantly responded, telling her exactly what it was without any hesitation whatsoever—her eyes getting wider and wider as she listened with what bordered on horror.

"It’s a fertile ball. It’s banned in the vampire realm, but it’s something that can make a human and a vampire conceive!" he told her, and he was barely done speaking when Rymora struggled to push him away, but not with her newfound strengths—aware that she would still fail and worse, he would find out that she was a werewolf and kill her on the spot.

Rymora knew the difference between love and possession, and it was impossible to believe that the vampire that had lived for centuries had suddenly fallen for her.

Still she struggled as she spoke, "What...why..." she gasped, pushing her head to the side with horror even as he continued to hold the ball in his hand gently, almost like he was waiting for her to willingly swallow it.

"I’ll agree to continue sleeping with you!" she promised, wondering why he would decide something like that since such children between vampire and humans were to be killed on sight—unless they looked more like vampires and acted like it.

"With my bloodline our child is sure to be pre of a full-blown Vampire, so you have nothing to worry about!" he told her, but the headache that kept pounding in her skull told of a completely different story.

Full-blown vampire? Hell no! More like a monster! Rymora thought, never having heard of there being a child which had been born from a werewolf and a vampire.

The idea was ridiculous enough for her to think that the ball wouldn’t work for them even if she swallowed it, especially since Lord Drehk was making it clear with his actions that unless she swallowed it she wouldn’t be allowed to leave his villa.

"Ca-can I at least get some time to think about it?" she gently asked, with an extremely worried expression on her face, only to watch Lord Drehk lean in with a calm look on his face.

"Rymora! You’re a spy with infinite networks who managed to deceive everyone that you were a mute! You might look innocent, but I’m not taking any chances with you!" he told her, even as he leaned closer and began to leave kisses along the side of her neck which he had bitten.

His tongue sent tingles right through her skin, and the thought of him biting her again with his fangs made her body recall a pleasure that was hard to forget, as she leaned away in a hurry, trying to put some more distance between them and failing.

"Swallow it! If you had my child, you might be convinced that you are indeed more special to me than any woman that has lived and is yet to live!" he said, and Rymora turned her head, about to shake her head, when she felt something cold slip right into her lips—a firm palm clamping against her mouth and pushing her into the bed in a way that made her swallow on reflex.