"Oh damn it, just get inside." Damon willed and wrestled as much as he could when, once again, darkness completely enveloped him. A moment later, he was lying on the desert sand, ass up and face buried in the hot sand.

"Rest on me. I will take you somewhere safe where you can recuperate." A sweet voice sounded in his ears, and he felt his head hit something soft and pillowy. Warm, snuggly pillows that buried his face.

Damon knew who the smell belonged to, but he did not resist. He saved the last bits of strength he had left in case the damned woman tried something fishy.

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A couple of hours later…

"Princess, is this really okay?" An attendant asked as the woman watched the scene in front of her with shock and horror.

The one and only princess of the Great Western Desert Empire, the sand jewel of the west, the woman coveted by countless men, was currently cradling a bloodsucker on her lap, unwilling to even place his head on the bed.

"Shut up," Alzara said quietly, her voice firm but trembling. Her golden eyes, normally sharp and radiant like desert suns, were now clouded with worry. Damon's head rested against her lap, cold to the touch, his breathing shallow and uneven.

It has only been a couple of hours, and he definitely needed more time for recovery, but she still couldn't stop herself from worrying. After all, it was this man who had risked everything, all for her sake.

The attendant swallowed nervously. "B-but, Princess… he's… he's a bloodsucker. If anyone finds out…"

"Then they'll find out," Alzara snapped. "And if they have a problem, I'll turn them to sand myself."

The attendant bowed her head quickly, backing away. Alzara sighed, forcing her anger down. She looked back at Damon, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. "You reckless fool," she whispered. "Why did you risk so much for me… don't you already have many wives? Yet you dare to lust after me too?"

A blush appeared on her face as she quickly looked around to make sure the room was empty. She then lowered her head and placed a gentle kiss on Damon's forehead.

As she did, Damon mumbled something incomprehensible. Her heart immediately skipped a beat, wondering if she was caught in the act. Luckily, the man on her lap did not exactly wake up. "You bastard… even half-dead, you're still mocking me?" She smiled and hugged him closer.

Her assets squished on his face, but she did not care. She gently caressed his face, her fingers trailing softly along his jawline, tracing the faint cracks of dried blood that had yet to fade. "You really are impossible," she murmured, voice dropping to a tender whisper. "A monster who fights like a god, and sleeps like a child." Her thumb brushed over his lips.

Alzara leaned down again, her forehead resting against his. "Just wake up soon," she breathed, a tremor in her voice betraying her calm exterior. "Before I start doing something truly stupid… like falling for you."

Damon didn't stir, but the corner of his mouth twitched, the faintest shadow of a smirk forming before fading away again.

Alzara froze, her heart skipping. She sat like a statue for a moment before she let out a sigh of relief. The bastard hadn't woken up after all. However, the next second, Damon turned, his hands moving. His one hand grabbed one of her voluptuous breasts and started kneading them.

Alzara's eyes widened in shock. She quickly pulled back but stopped herself, letting the hand do whatever it wanted. A blush crossed her tanned face. To make matters worse, the hand then moved onto her other breast and started playing with it.

Alzara's legs twitched as she writhed restlessly, strange sensations erupting all over her body. As an enchantress, such simple things shouldn't be bothering her, but she was also truly inexperienced and naive in such matters. Combined with her sheltered upbringing as a princess, this made her react like a teenage virgin.

Damon's hand happily continued to grope her breasts. Alzara sat there, half-enjoying and half-restraining herself, writing around like a snake on the bed, unsure of what to do. Even a couple of moans slipped out of her mouth.

One hand then boldly caught her nipple and pinched her, making her finally yelp in surprise. She opened her eyes wide and stared at Damon like a deer in the headlights.

Damon's eyes were still closed, but now there was a big smile on his face. "You…" she hissed under her breath, torn between throttling him and burying herself alive somewhere.

Damon flashed his eyes open as he stared at her shamelessly. "In my defense," he said with that infuriating, lazy grin, "I really didn't plan to go so far. This is your fault, you know. I was waiting for you to scold me or slap me, not… let me do whatever I want."

Alzara blinked, her expression a mix of mortification and fury. "My fault?" she hissed, golden eyes blazing. "You were half-dead! I was trying to make sure you didn't stop breathing!"

"By smothering me between these things?"

Her jaw dropped. "These things?! I.. You!" Words failed her completely. She pushed him off her lap and off the bed in a flustered motion, and jolted up to stand to hide her own embarrassment.

Damon fell on his ass, grinning widely. He tilted his head, eyes gleaming with teasing amusement. "Wow. That was rude. After all, I went through so much trouble just to save you."

Alzara glared at him. She definitely wanted to kill him. Right here and right now. She clenched her fists, barely containing herself, and stormed out of the room.

Damon chuckled, slowly standing up and casually flopping back onto the bed.

"My liege, you have become really good at handling women these days. That princess is right in the palm of your hand. She will do anything you want her to do." Blood Reign's giggling voice sounded in his head.

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