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The City graced yet another raucous day, filled with the day-to-day activities of Fixers, Syndicates, and Backstreets Rats either taking up work, going on break, or murdering one another for one reason or another, and sometimes with no reason behind it at all. It was simply just another day in the hellhole for the various citizens of the City endured. P Corp was just like all the other Wings, simply minding its own business, experimenting on the Backstreets Dwellers, or catering to the most important people within the Nest by showing off how amazing their Wing is with its Singularity. It was just. Another. Day.
...Until it wasn't.
Like a lightning bolt striking the earth, within the Backstreets of District 16, P Corp, the ground gave way, various buildings warped and stretched around as a gigantic red mass coalesced above the ground. The Rats ran, Syndicate members skulked in the shadows, weary and cautious, and the Fixers reported immediately to their respective Offices and Associations. News spread like wildfire within moments, and P Corp officials knew it was time to begin concocting their plans to strike against this newcomer. La Manchaland has returned.
When it first appeared, it was designated, wrongfully, as an Urban Plague. This was because of its location, appearing merely within the Backstreets. Yet, as it appeared more and more and took lives at an increasingly steady pace, the level of danger it presented became clearer. Bloodfiends, "The scourge of Humanity!" many people would say, seeing the bloodthirsty beings as threats to their very survival. With its inhabitants established, identified, and demonized, the most obvious case would be an increase in its ranking, now becoming an Urban Nightmare. Yet, one day, something changed during one of the Amusement Park's appearances. Before an expedition could be sent It disappeared, for months. Something that was considered... unnatural.
But as some might say, "The show must go on." And go on it did. After a few months, La Manchaland returns yet again. And this time, P Corp would not recklessly send in droves of Fixers to the slaughter, though it was not out of benevolence. They would test the waters first. And so they searched, wanting to find the perfect test subjects. They would soon find their guinea pigs in the form of a certain Limbus Company, an upcoming business that deals with all manners of things, and, strangely, staffed by rather... voluptuous individuals, including their manager...
--Meanwhile--
An excited commotion was brewing within La Manchaland. It's been so long since the Bloodfiends within had tasted anything from the real world, apart from their number one guest, of course. Unlike before, La Manchaland had undergone a... slight shift in appearance. The streets were no longer dirtied up, having been sweeped and cleansed of trash, stains, and general clutter. The buildings seemed to have been repaired to some extent, and crackling music that flooded the Amusement Park before had taken on a more... jovial sound. It was as though La Machaland had begun to heal, and something that nobody outside of it could even begin to guess that such a thing was even occurring.
But the most interesting part were the Bloodfiends themselves. When they first appeared to 'greet' their guests, they were crazed, lacking in sustenance, and had to hide their sewed up masks. Yet now...? They seemed to stand up straighter, taller, and walk with more confidence and energy in each and every step. They were healing. And they were getting ready, now, to show the City what it means to waltz into a Bloodfiend's home unannounced and with hostile intent. However, aside from the hustle and bustle of the outside, a certain Princess wished to have herself a good time before the Festivities outside begin to ramp up.
Having already assigned her 'Children' to their tasks around La Manchaland, Dulcinea sighed to herself, wishing to relax for a few moments and, perhaps, receive a bit of a meal. The Second Kindred, then, traveled back to the home she stayed in and made her way upstairs. And already she could hear the sound of... running water. Not her favorite, but she's learned to bear with it over time, especially now that she's obtained such a useful and convenient 'Food Supply'. With that, she entered the room. "Oh...?' She hummed out, seeing Grea on the bed. "Though the skies remain dreary, even I don't stay in bed for such long periods as you do..." Craning her head, she observed the wonderful figure in front of her... before then approaching the Dragoness. "Come, I desire my usual fill... Of course, that also means you..." She trailed off, sitting herself next to Grea whilst pulling the latter against her, letting her massive breasts press and squish against the Half-Dragon from behind. Her arm, then, expertly wrapped around the Dragon girl's waist, her soft and silky hands touching first her tummy, then gradually lowering itself, pushing into the waistband of her skirt, slipping behind it, then continuing downward. "...will also be rewarded." The Bloodfiend whispered seductively into Grea's ear, her hand managing to slip into the underwear and wrap itself comfortably around the Dragoness's shaft, giving it a gentle tug and rub.
"Haa...~ We're going to get busy for awhile, so allow me to partake in this meal whilst preparations for our new guests are underway..." She said, just as she sank her teeth into the Half-Dragon's neck, instantly beginning to take her fill of blood as her hand slid down to the base, then moved up, higher and higher, until it reached the tip, where her thumb would press down onto the opening of that lovely tool, letting her fingernail rake over it to stimulate it further before finally letting her hand slide back down to the base. Once there it moved up, then down, then up. Gradually, the movements manifested in the form of stroking Grea off. "Mmmph...~" Dulcinea moaned softly, always finding Grea's blood to be intoxicatingly delicious as she drank more and more. Her other hand quickly into Grea's top, then deftly trapping a cute nipple between her forefinger and thumb. She would roll that nipple, give it a small pinch, and sometimes even a cute pull. Nothing too hard on her, but she wanted to make this exchange as pleasant for them both as she could.