Harem God- Dimensional Motel System - Chapter 31: Interactions With the Locals 9

Warning: This is a rewrite of my previous fanfic— Every Hole is a Goal.Current World: Avatar: The Last Airbender***Executed for escaping his owners, Nik met a relieving fate of beheading with the circumstances of his corpse unknown yet having an honorable end of his corpse is not his greatest concern for he is given a chance at life again. Of course, this meant Nik now worked for an organization that sent individuals like him throughout the omniverse for some reason unknown to him.As they say, if for the penny, in for the pounding.Nik: Wait... I'm not a prost... ehm, rental 'helper' anymore. Do I still charge?An adventure of a lifetime, they say. One that never ends.***Note:1) I don't own any original lore.2) This is the most standard 'collection' type harem novel you will ever see, so, if this is not your taste... well, give it a shot still and see if whether the other aspects of fanfic can cover them or not.3) All the characters I write smut about will be 18+. I will make sure to tweak the fanfic a bit in that way to make sure that the story itself adapts to these circumstances.4) If tags like an orgy and incestuous relationship are not your cup of tea, then... this may not be the 'one' fanfic for you.5) If men and women of sexual 'socialness' more commonly termed as floozy and even more degenerative terms most likely known to you all is not your cup of tea, then I apologize once again, this fanfic may not be the 'one.'6) There is no ntr, but there may be netori.

In the Heart’s Kingdom, a kingdom where vampires reign and humans were nothing but livestock, Lilou, a peasant, found herself being preyed upon by the worst maniacal vampire of his kind. However, as terrifying as what he addressed her as his ‘reserved meal’, this vampire also called her his bride!

Except:

My eyes brood with fear, gazing at the still-beating heart in his hand. “My Lord, pardon me but… is this the bloody proof you promised to show me?” I asked, my voice shook as I gulped down whilst struggling my trembling knees from giving away.

“Mhm… do you now believe I’m good at capturing hearts?” The silver-haired man, bearing those menacing pair of deep crimson eyes stared proudly at me after a nod. I gasped when he clenched his hand and squeezed the fresh heart to smithereen.

“Yes, milord. You’re good at it, literally.” I’m mortified, watching the pieces of the heart fall as he approached. His every step made me take a step back until my back reached a solid pillar.

“Huh,” Samael chuckled briefly, stopping in front of me. His long, pointy nails that were covered with blood traced my elbow down to my hand. Gently, he clipped my forefinger in between his, guiding it before his lips. “Did I pass your test, though?” He asked, the sharp tip of his nail played over the tip of my finger.

I stared at his penetrating gaze as I reluctantly answered, “Barely.”

He smirked, nodding in satisfaction before he pressed his nail on the tip of my forefinger that was quick to produce a drop of blood. “Such sweet aroma.” He whispered, placing my bleeding finger in his mouth and licked it with passion.

His menacing gaze never left mine as he consumed a bit of my blood. “Does that mean you’re accepting my invitation?” Keeping my finger in between his fangs, Samael inquired.

I bit my lower lip unconsciously, my heart within my chest drummed as my back broke into sweats. “But… I’m just…” I paused, hoping my answer would put an end to this. “… I’m just a human.”

Samael clicked his tongue, displeased at my response as he let my finger go. “No,” He whispered.

My entire body stiffened when he bent over, caressing my shoulder up to my neck by the apex of his nose, as his hot breaths prickled my skin.

“You're not just a mere human... you are my human.” He stressed before I sensed his lips part and the tip of his fangs against my skin.

Fifty years ago, rifts appeared in the world. These rifts spewed spirit beasts, ancient artifacts, and fragments of lost civilizations. The human race brought forth Talent Sigils and built guilds and families for survival.These families include one of the oldest awakened bloodlines, known as “The Long Clan,” said to trace its lineage from the dragons of antiquity.However, rivalries also exist within great clans.His name is Long Hao, the son of a dwindling lineage family who is ridiculed for being the embarrassment of the clan. It is not impossible for people to believe that he has only mediocre talent because the clan already labels him as the failure who does not deserve the name dragon.But on the night before the awakening ceremony, there is a prohibited awakening within him.> [Eclipse System… Activating[Forbidden Talent Detected. Origin: Dragon-Eclipse BloodlineIt seems that *Heaven’s Law* itself has madeLong Hao wields forbidden talent, a skill feared not only by humans but also by the heavens.The day that follows, the Awakening Stone has no talent, and the world laughs at him.But Long Hao just smiled.When the first dungeon appears out of nowhere in his high school, chaos breaks out. “The trash of the Long Clan” emerges and displays power that shocks the city.He will overcome his destiny.Above the guilds.Above ancient clans. Beyond God's own command. A dragon ought to fly across the nine heavens, and he, named Long Hao, shall smash those who come to get in his way.A dragon should soar across the nine heavens—and Long Hao will shatter anyone who dares stand in his path.

Warning: This work contains elements of mature content featuring sex, violence, and gore.

Follow the journey of a wandering drunk swordsman who will punch immortals, kick demons, and cut down gods as he ascends the heavens in search of better women and wine.... hic...

Women, Wine, and Wager

The three most terrible vices a man could possess. Luckily, Duncan was only afflicted with two - women & wine. As an ordinary spirit stone miner, Duncan only cared about earning money to indulge in his two vices.

However, Duncan's fate had a twist in the form of a cantankerous old man who wanted to both reward and punish him in good measure. It leaves Duncan with a rather poor opinion of cultivators in general.

Pulled into the world of cultivation unwittingly, Duncan only cares for three things. His sword, his wine, and his women.