"Rose!" I exclaimed, leaping into his arms. "How'd the meeting go?"

Ambrose looked less troubled now and much more pleased as I peppered his face with kisses. My tail wagged happily while he kissed my cheeks.

"It finished at the very least. I kept my mind focused on returning to you, little wolf, so I remained on schedule." he responded, picking me up. "How was your time with your father?"

"It was good—really good, actually. I learned new and interesting things and even taught him some new tricks of the trade."

Ambrose raised an eyebrow. "And what exactly is that trade?"

"Um...having way too much mana?" I tilted my head, a thoughtful expression on my face. "But I can't kill anyone unless I want to, which is extremely rare."

"I agree with Alexandre. You can say the most unexpectedly fright-inducing things with such a cute face." muttered my vampire, which made me laugh.

I curled my arms over his shoulders. "So, um, Papa has invited us over to his family home for tomorrow before we go home. Is that okay?"

Ambrose rubbed my back. "Of course it is, little wolf. Shall we find a place to dine in peace together before we return to the hotel?"

"Mmkay, Rose." I beamed, my tail lazily flipping back and forth over his forearm. "I love you."

"I love you too, my little wolf."

As he turned around to leave, I waved at my great-grandfather once more. Baron returned the wave and disappeared as Ambrose turned the corner.

Papa and I had talked awhile longer about ourselves and our magic, but then he got a call and had to leave—although he didn't want to—and called my great-grandfather to escort me back to Ambrose. I used telepathy to ask Ambrose where he was located, so my great-grandfather escorted me as promised.

"Anwyll, why did you choose not to remove your father's blindness?"

I hummed, snuggling down deeper into Ambrose's firm embrace. "Sometimes people don't want their scars to removed. The marks can be reminders of what happened to them, or what they did to others, or as proof that they survived. It's the same with Gavin. His scars are the reminders of what he survived and he has refused my offer to remove them. I just have this feeling that Papa wouldn't want to get rid of the blindness in his right eye."

Ambrose petted my hair. "I can understand that very well, little wolf."

I nodded. "You've got your own scars—whether you wear them with pride or resent them as reminders of your past doesn't matter to me. What does matter is you, your history, and your future. I love you and Daviel—scars and all."

My vampire moved down an empty side street and leaned his back on the brick wall. He held me tightly, his shallow breaths hitting my left human ear. I shivered and snuggled closer. We remained there for a short time in peaceful silence. His heartbeat thudded in his chest and my heartbeat pounded in my chest. The way Ambrose was holding me felt like I was being molded into his body from the way our body heat melded together as our scents began to were intertwine and blend in the best way.

Ambrose inhaled deeply and let out a long sigh. He was completely relaxed and so was I. It was so peaceful and sleep-inducing, but I tried my hardest not to fall asleep. Much to my surprise, though, Ambrose was already unconscious and starting to sag. Even Daviel was asleep, so I teleported us back to the hotel room and gently guided us to the bed.

Once I had him settled in bed, I created a large silvery heather-colored wolf plushie and bathed it in my scent, then tucked it into Ambrose's arms. He curled around it and buried his nose against the plushie's ears. I almost felt envious but remained calm.

I decided to call Daddy and let him know what was going on. I put a bubble around me so Ambrose wouldn't hear me and awaken, then did the video call thing from the night before.

Daddy answered right away. "Hello, my little baby." he said with a warm smile. "How was your meeting with your father?"

I beamed. "He's kinda similar to you, Daddy, but even more quiet and brooding. He has an insane amount of mana and extremely powerful magic like me, but he had no idea how to work with it and how to hide his aura even when distracted. It kind of makes me think he's a bit clumsy and scatterbrained despite his intimidating appearance." I explained with a happy giggle.

Daddy chuckled. "He seems to be an interesting fellow. What is his name?"

I was about to answer but heard the clatter of dishes and an excited squeal.

"Is that Annie?" cried Waltz, and his face appeared next to my daddy's head. "Annie, how's it going?"

I grinned at him. "It's going well. We should be home tomorrow. My father has invited Rose and me to his family's home to meet them."

Waltz's eyes widened. "What's your father like? Super handsome?"

"Mmhm, and really scary to others."

Daddy looked away and clicked his tongue. "I would like to meet him eventually, baby. Will he be moving here?"

"I am not too sure. We'll see. But I can take you to him at any time." I said, then noticed the dark glint in my daddy's usually warm, melty honey-gold eyes. "Are you upset, Daddy?"

Waltz snickered behind one hand. "He's just jealous, Annie. Your daddy will need some tender love and affection when you return home." he stated with a smirk, then leaned on the desk. "And so will I, so don't neglect me, Annie."

I blushed and my wolf ears lowered in embarrassment. "O-okay, Alt. I miss you too, Daddy, and you're my one and only daddy."

Daddy's lips twitched upwards and he rested his cheek on his fist as he looked back at me. "Of course I am. Andy's shocked, though, and so is the rest of our family."

After blowing a kiss to Waltz before he left, I twiddled my fingers. "Daddy, is Uncle Andros upset?"

"With who? You?"

I nodded and pouted when my daddy scoffed. Daddy chuckled lightly. "You are so silly, my baby boy. Why would my brother be upset with his beloved little pup?"

My cheeks flushed and a happy smile appeared on my face. "R-really?"

"Yes, really. He loves you, baby, but he's just shocked that I am not your real father."

"Well, you're a real one to me. You were there for the first three years and then back for the past several months. Papa never knew about me until yesterday."

Daddy smirked. "Is that what you call your father?"

I nodded firmly. "I wasn't sure Papa liked it at first 'cause he's so quiet, but it seems that he really likes it when I say it."

Daddy raked his right hand through his hair and yawned once. "All right, baby boy. I have been working most of the morning on difficult things, so I will be taking a nap."

I tilted my head and grinned at him. "Do you wanna nap with me?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Pardon?"

"Well, I meant that it's just a representation of me with my scent." I beamed, then sent him my present.

Daddy flinched when the plushie landed in front of him on the desk. He took hold of it and lifted it to his face, then his cheeks warmed.

"Thank you, baby."

"You're welcome, Daddy. Feel free to ejaculate on it. It sheds all liquids." I giggled when Daddy blushed again and began to scold me. "Okay! I was just teasing!"

Daddy coughed and then smiled brightly. "Thank you, sweetheart. Have a nice time with Ambrose and your father."

"Thanks, Daddy! See you tomorrow. I love you!"

He nodded and waved. "I love you, too."

The call ended and I glanced back to Ambrose. He was still sleeping peacefully. But because I teased my daddy, now I was getting hot and tingly. I crawled over to the bed and carefully climbed onto it, then stared at Ambrose's calm, peaceful face. It was so different from how I had seen him the first night we'd arrived.

I reached out and gently pushed my fingers into his shoulder-length raven-black waves. Ambrose mumbled something unintelligible and cuddled the plushie closer. Why was this man so adorable? He almost always had his guard up, so I was happy he was able to relax.

Even so, I couldn't ignore myself. The bubble was still blocking my voice, so I rested my left forearm on the bed and lifted my backside up. It was very embarrassing, but I moved my nose closer to Ambrose's back and used magic to remove all but my knee-high socks and black cotton panties.

I felt strangely more exposed, but I wasn't complaining. I palmed myself with a rumbly moan in my chest, my palm rubbing my tingly cock and fingers moving over my balls. I panted, bucking my hips and palming myself harder. It felt so good.

Ambrose's scent was oddly potent as I moved my tail to the side. I thrust my hand down my panties and mewled, shivering while making a mess of myself. I noticed my slick was starting to dribble onto my fingertips, which was a weird sensation. I pressed my fingers to my entrance, gently rubbing my hole. I moaned and shuddered, then rolled my hips again for friction.

"Rose," I mumbled, my body trembling as I stroked myself. "Feels good."

I returned my fingertips to my entrance and pressed one inside. I panted, my internal body heat rising with the scent of my beloved vampire in my nose.

"Ugh, not enough." I grunted, whining a bit when my fingers couldn't reach that good spot.

"Let me hear your sweet voice, little wolf." purred Daviel, and my eyes snapped open to see him facing me on his side.

I dropped my magic sound bubble and now he could hear the squelches from my fingers stretching my insides. His crimson eyes burned hotter, the intensity of his gaze making me feel even more turned on. I mewled and squirmed when I almost reached that good spot, but then I whined softly when I failed.

"What a naughty little wolf." rumbled Daviel, his fingers pushing into my hair. "Were you aroused by my scent?"

My face burned. "Y-yes, sir." I whispered, gazing shyly into his face. I didn't stop moving my fingers, though.

Daviel pulled me closer and then tugged me across his lap as he reclined on the pillows. I blushed when he moved my legs apart and pressed his thumb to my leaking entrance.

"So wet," he murmured, then pushed his thumb inside.

I moaned sweetly, my tail curling next to my legs. Daviel growled and rubbed my cock with his fingers while thumb pushed deeper. I shivered and moaned again, my back arching just as brushed the more sensitive area before that good spot.

"Your insides are so soft and hot, little wolf. They're clenching around my thumb. You must be wanting something more, hmm?"

I nodded, clutching onto the sheets. I got a light smack on the rump and I jerked from surprise, but the slight sting made my cock a bit tingly. I looked over my left shoulder at Daviel and he waited with an expectant expression.

"Use your words, Anwyll."

I felt him wiggle his thumb and shivered, clutching onto the sheets below me. I squirmed again, feeling Daviel's warmth bloom underneath my cock.

"I-I want more, Daviel. P-please?" I begged, my hips shaking with need.

His left hand pressed into my lower back, then slid over to my ass. I shivered as his fingers caught my tail between them and then gripped the base of my tail. My back arched with a shocked moan on my lips, my body even weaker with pleasure than before.

"My, what a lustful creature we have here." commented Daviel, rubbing my tail base as he scissored my insides. "Although I can be honest and say that I feel as though I need to possess you for this one afternoon and night, filling your insides with my semen and painting your skin with my scent."

My body heat rose dramatically and I tensed with a low moan rumbling in my chest. I came suddenly and Daviel chuckled when he noticed the wetness on his groin.

"So cute. Did you orgasm at the thought of me doing naughty things to you?" he teased, stroking my tail between his fingers.

"Y-yeah," I panted, then blushed when I realized what I'd admitted. "U-um, and Rose?"

Daviel chuckled. "Ambrose was just as turned on by you as me, Anwyll. Every word I said was said by him as well."

I whined softly. "You're really gonna make a mess out of me, Daviel, Rose."

"Look at me, Anwyll." he said, just as he moved out from underneath me. He straddled my thighs just as I twisted around to look back at him while resting on my side.

"Daviel?" I asked, staring into his crimson eyes.

He closed them for a moment, then his clothes disappeared. The illusion magic on his body faded and I could see all of his crisscrossing scars. There was even a diamond-shaped marking that looked like a tattoo between his collarbones. Daviel placed his left hand on his chest and opened his eyes. Ambrose was there too, so one eye was silver and the other was crimson.

"This is my true self, Anwyll DeLuca Arcane. I was once a warrior slave; a murderer of tens of thousands. I was once a short-term lover, and I was often a victim of betrayal. I was once a fugitive and a refugee. I was once less than I am now. The reason for that is you. You gave me more than I could have ever dreamed of even two millennia ago. You never cease to astonish and amaze me."

I went to flip onto my back, but they stopped me. Ambrose and Daviel weren't finished talking. They spoke as one because they were of one body. They never considered themselves to be separate entities—rather merely two parts of a whole, sharing one body as natural as I am with being part wolf, part dragon.

"These are my scars, and this is the crest of my former king." they said, sliding their hands across their body.

As much as I didn't want to admit it during this emotional moment, Ambrose and Daviel were stunning—absolutely gorgeous in the soft lighting coming from the outside through the sheer drapes. The way the light cast shadows across their toned body had me a bit shocked. I always knew my vampire was beautiful, but this put them on a whole new level.

My eyes drifted to and focused on the diamond crest burned onto his skin. It had a sword in it, but the blade pierced down through it. A crown was around the diamond, almost as if it was hanging off it. The crest was darker than his porcelain skin tone and it was a stark contrast.

"Each slave wears a crest of his or her owner." they murmured. "Mine was created and used by the sixth king, Michaelis Akeldama. He would love watching innocents' blood spill and sent me out daily to spill it for him. He was a cowardly, cruel, merciless, gambling king. He won almost every gamble he took—a lucky vampire that I had slaughtered with pleasure."

I swallowed thickly when Ambrose and Daviel tilted their head back. They released a sigh and rolled their head to the side to look at me again. Their eyes were reddened with unshed tears.

"And now, here I am, with you. It took well over two thousand years to be able to experience and understand more than just distrust, anger, and hatred." they whispered, tears sliding down their cheeks.

"It took such a long stretch of time to experience such pure, unfettered love that requires nothing but equal love and care to receive it. And perhaps, even that is not required but preferred. Anwyll, it took over two thousand years for me to trust someone as much as I do you. I had never trusted anyone deeply until I met Alexandre, and then you gently inserted yourself into my life with your tail flopped over my leg."

I sniffled and wiped my wet cheeks this time, slowly turning over onto my back and holding out my arms. They hooked my legs then Ambrose clasped my left hand and Daviel pressed their cock to my entrance. I breathed out and moaned into their mouth as their cock pushed deeply inside me.

Their tears mixed with mine, but ours were of happiness and love rather than pain and suffering. I curled my arms over their shoulders and moaned into their left one. Their fangs sank into my throat and I muffled my howl of pleasure as the fangs were driven deeper along with their throbbing cock.

The gentle suction on my throat and firm thrusts inside me were a match made in heaven. I wondered if my vampire was feeling good, too. Ambrose and Daviel responded to my thoughts with a growl in their chest. I blushed and smiled, then whimpered when their thrusts grew longer and deeper.

My fingernails dug into their shoulder blades, then I buried my right hand in their hair. "Rose, Daviel!" I gasped, and they hugged me tighter.

"Anwyll," they said softly inside my mind. "I love you."

"I love you both, too." I whispered, hugging them fiercely. "So, so much."

They finished inside me with one final thrust and stroked my cock, which made me orgasm with a shocked mewl. They removed their fangs and licked my throat, but we were still connected. I hugged him tighter and they rolled onto their side, tucking me close and pressing their face into my hair.

"Thank you, Anwyll."

I smiled tearfully. "You don't ever need to thank me for loving as you always deserved to be."

They snorted softly and hugged me tighter. "Even so, it was you who saved me."

I kissed their scarred chest. "And I believe you also saved me, Rose, Daviel. So I thank you both as well."

I sensed their combined happiness and smiled to myself.