The Sycho Bride With Three Hyper Vampir

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And the midnight chimes echoed in unison, marking the rare moment when their curse halted—allowing them a brief escape from the demon's shackles, returning them to their full human selves.

"Argh!"

Crack!

The glass table in front of Ethan slowly began to freeze, shimmering frost creeping across its surface. Within seconds, the glass cracked and shattered into fragments, sending an echoing crash throughout the eerie study.

"I hate it. This demon's curse."

Ethan, breathing heavily, stared at the shards of glass scattered on the floor. The power coursing through his body felt wild, untamed.

"I'm certain that girl is the last Skinwalker," Ethan said coldly. His voice was flat but resolute. His gaze fell to the floor, his body trembling faintly. In that moment, he could feel the hellish curse that haunted him slowly fading.

Alex, standing not far from him, chuckled softly, enjoying his transformation back into a human. He glanced at Ethan with a teasing look. "Tsk... Calm down, Ethan. If you're too tense, you'll miss out on tonight's pleasure. They may not be the Taylor we're looking for, but their blood is enough to hold back the curse for now."

Across the room, Liam, who had just shifted back from his wolf form, now stood as a towering man. His muscular frame, covered in scars, exuded an intimidating presence. He gazed hungrily at the young women bound on the bed, their fear palpable in the air.

"No… please, my lord…" whimpered one of the helpless women.

Without hesitation, Liam tore the restraints off one of them, pulling her to her feet. He gripped her shoulders firmly, inhaling the scent of her hair with a predatory smirk.

"Hmm... Ah... Hold on for at least five minutes," Liam murmured before roughly claiming her lips in a dominating kiss.

"Mmmpf," the woman moaned helplessly, trapped in Liam's grasp, as he pressed their mouths together, saliva pooling between their lips.

"How about this?" Liam lowered his head, kissing down her neck before latching onto her chest, suckling greedily as if he were a starving infant.

"Ahh... s-stop," she gasped weakly.

Alex, impatient after hearing the obscene sounds of Liam's indulgence, stepped forward and urged Ethan, who remained seated on the sofa.

"Relax, Ethan. They're not Taylor, but look at them... Their blood is enough to ease the curse for now," Alex said, glancing at Liam's brutal actions, now thrusting into the woman like a rabid dog satisfying his primal urges.

"Come on, Ethan! Don't waste time. You need to taste them!" Alex pushed further.

"Just look at her body, isn't it beautiful?" teased Liam, his voice dripping with lust as he unleashed his fiery hunger on the woman before him.

"Ah... Admit it, you'd die for this pleasure," Liam said mockingly, before smothering her lips with another kiss. "Enjoying it, hmm?" he growled in a low voice, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

"Aaaah... please, m-my lord..." her broken cries filled the oppressive silence. Liam's fingers roamed her body, squeezing and twisting her sensitive peaks, eliciting more cries that echoed through the room.

"Well, if you insist," Liam smirked, pretending to humor her supposed request.

"Ahhh…"

And then Liam groaned deeply, enjoying the sinful pleasure as he pushed his cock into her virgin hole, without hesitation, pounding her with unstoppable lust.

"Ah.. ah.. eng."

"No… please…" She was powerless, caught in the madness of her pleasure.

"See. Ethan? I'll finish her myself..." Liam shouted, his pace quickening as his growls grew louder.

For them, this wasn't just survival. It was desperation wrapped in the twisted euphoria of their cursed lives. Drinking the blood of these women, indulging in their bodies—it was a fleeting moment of bliss in a world that had damned them.

But amidst the frenzy, Ethan stayed still. He rose slowly from the sofa, approaching one of the bound women. His gaze was empty, yet guilt flickered faintly in his crimson eyes. He reached out, lifting her chin to force her to meet his gaze.

As his lips met hers, he bit her slightly, and suddenly he froze. His breath hitched, and he closed his eyes. Turning away with a tense expression, he muttered, "This is wrong. We need to go to the Valley of Kings. The girl is there."

Alex snarled in frustration, his impatience evident.

"What are you thinking, Ethan? Argh!"

Liam paused momentarily, glancing at Ethan's strange behavior before rolling his eyes dismissively and returning to his business.

Ethan sat back on the sofa, head bowed in disappointment. He wiped a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, staring at the crimson stain on his fingertips. "Don't mistake this as kindness, my lady," he said softly, his glowing red eyes shifting to a calmer, human brown.

"I hope you're right this time, Ethan. Alex even brought two Taylors tonight," Liam said sarcastically, doubting Ethan's instincts. Liam didn't care about the curse—it made no difference whether he was man or beast. With a swift motion, Liam returned to his seat beside Ethan, now fully clothed.

"I'm certain her blood bears the mark of a Skinwalker. Hurry up, we're wasting too much time," Ethan urged, his voice quiet but firm.

Liam narrowed his eyes at Ethan, his tone laced with skepticism. "You're always so sure, as usual. But I don't care. For tonight, let Alex finish his business."

Alex, now fully engrossed in his feast atop the barely conscious woman, growled in annoyance. "Ahh… Come on Ethan, let me finish my meal!"

As the woman's cries and Alex's laughter filled the dark, oppressive room, the cursed brothers clung to their fleeting humanity, their madness a cruel reminder of the damnation they sought to escape.