"Is someone coming to save you?" Primus Simian asked, its deep voice echoing in the damp cell.

"I'm not sure," Rose replied, her gaze lifting towards the moonlit sky outside the window. She wondered if John Kane would come for her. She tried not to hope too much, perhaps fearing disappointment. Would the handsome young warrior truly ride to her rescue on a noble steed, despite the obvious danger?

"They certainly seem to think so," Primus muttered.

"How do you know?"

The ape gestured towards the small window. Rose jumped up to see, but it was beyond her reach. There was nothing to stand on except for the monstrous ape itself.

Before she could say something, two large, hairy hands encircled her waist, lifting her effortlessly off the ground.

The first thing she saw was a chilling sight: a mound of white bones, gleaming in the moonlight. The remains of hundreds of individuals, many of them young girls judging by the shape of some pelvic bones.

Anger simmered within her, but years of rigorous training under her master had taught her to control her emotions. Otherwise, she might have exploded right then and there.

Then she saw what Primus intended to show her. Over a hundred men in black coats, rifles gripped tightly, were stealthily infiltrating the tall grass, taking up ambush positions.

Further back, in the deeper shadows of the forest, she spotted figures maneuvering heavier weaponry: machine guns, drones and grenade launchers.

Vampires are not always your toughest foe; humans can be even worse monsters. Her master's words echoed in her mind.

These weren't police officers, but soldiers from the county barracks. And they had brought an arsenal, only none of it designed for fighting vampires.

Rose's heart pounded, her breath quickening, not from fear for herself but for the once-corrupt cop who had confined her beneath a bed for days.

Survival is paramount. Her mind raced. She had done unspeakable things to survive. Eaten raw vampire flesh, drunk blood, even her own urine. Endured torture and humiliation. But she had never done anything like this. Not for her own survival, she wouldn't.

Yet, in this moment, she saw no other option. John was about to walk into certain death.

She assessed the tiny window. It was a tight fit, but she had been trained to contort her body, to squeeze through impossibly small spaces. Once she was certain of her escape route, she took a deep breath.

The ape vampire's face was mere inches from hers, its gaze fixated on her with a captivated intensity. Its breath was heavy, its face flushed, and she could feel the heat radiating from its body.

Rose pushed against the concrete wall, her backside pressing deliberately against Primus's chest. Being sealed was a danger Vampire Hunters were trained to anticipate. The only way to break free, aside from rescue, was to push oneself to the brink of physical and emotional intensity. A method she had only practiced twice, under H.A.R.M. supervision with trusted partners.

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The unexpected warmth of her body against its startled Primus. For a fleeting moment, it hesitated, unsure how to react. But as her movements grew more deliberate, a primal urge surged through it, and Primus found itself hardening.

It pulled her closer, its arms encircling her waist possessively.

The musky odor and the ape's grotesque features repulsed her, but she closed her eyes, enduring the wetness of its lips and tongue against her cheek and neck. She wrapped one of her hand around its member. At least, it had a thick, long and veinous rod.

She tried to lose herself in the physical sensations, but her mind craved an anchor. The image of that handsome young man, with sculpted muscles, standing before the mirror while changing, provided that focus. There had been days, whenever she found herself near him, a faint whiff of vampire blood would cling to the air. Somehow, in this moment, that memory gave her strength.

She halted the hands attempting to undress her. She needed the clothes on to fight. But on second thought, she undressed herself with deliberate care, meticulously folding each garment, even her panties.

She needed the dress to be pristine when he laid eyes on her.

Primus was surprisingly gentle, lowering itself to the floor with care, ensuring Rose's delicate skin wouldn't touch the cold, damp ground.

This was precisely what Rose wanted. She needed to be the one in command, the one extracting the most intense pleasure. As she was in a race with the ape, dashing to reach climax. She wouldn't want its splooge inside of her.

The huge shaft buried deep, it was hot and filling. “How long can you last?” She taunted. “Do you think you can satisfy a Wave Realmer?”

"Oh, yeah, just you see!" the ape-vampire roared, counting the cracks in the ceiling to stave off its release.

The naked bodies grinded and mourned, she screamed loud to drawn out the ape’s panting, keeping the image in her mind intact.

The pace of the motion got faster and faster, the mourning and screaming got louder and louder, piercing even the thick metal door. Livia stood outside, a sigh escaping her lips. She turned and ascended the stairs. Her plan was unfolding successfully. Yet, satisfaction was tinged with a strange jealousy, and a pang of reluctance. Soon, she would be forced to extinguish the life she had created.

Sensing Primus reaching its peak, Rose's hips moved with a newfound urgency, each thrust building the pressure within her. A symphony of sensations coursed through her body, a crescendo of heat and tension coiling in her core. Her breath came in ragged gasps, each one a desperate plea for release.

She arched her back, her fingers digging into its shoulders as a tidal wave of pleasure crashed over her. The world narrowed to a pinpoint of pure ecstasy, a blinding white light exploding behind her closed eyelids. Her muscles clenched in a series of powerful spasms, each one wringing a cry of utter euphoria from her lips.

Riding the crest of this overwhelming intensity, she channeled every ounce of her being, pushing against the seal that bound her.

Like a relentless tide battering a cliff face, her inner essence surged and crashed against the barrier. Every muscle in her body convulsed, every tendon stretched, every inch of her skin tightened. Even her bones groaned under the strain, a symphony of cracking sounds echoing through her. This was a violent release, a transformation beyond the realm of mortal experience.

The seal shattered, and a torrent of raw, untamed power surged through her, together with the peak of her climax, an ecstatic symphony of liberation. She should be in a state of pure, unadulterated bliss. But she couldn't enjoy it.

In a swift, graceful arc, she propelled herself off him, breaking the intimate connection just as its pleasure about to peak. Her body twisted in a breathtaking cartwheel, carrying her across the room in a blur of motion.

Primus roared in frustration, a primal rage igniting within. The ape lunged to its feet, every instinct screaming to seize her, to thrust violently against her, punish her for denying its pleasure. But as Primus met Rose's gaze, a chilling wave of fear washed over it, halting its advance.

Her eyes, once tightly shut, now wide open, burned with an icy resolve that spoke of power beyond its comprehension.

There was no doubt in its mind, this woman could kill it in one stroke, and it sensed she was contemplating exactly that.

After a long, tense stare, Rose’s expression softened. “Turn around!” she ordered. The ape obeyed instantly.

She picked up her neatly folded clothes from the floor and quickly dressed.