"Third day as a second century warlord. I lure my enemy into a narrow valley and send a team of archers to shoot them from the high ground but there was a feral hog napping on the trail up to the overlook and they couldn't decide whether to try and shoot it or just go around and by the time the hog woke up and left on its own the enemy had already passed safely below."
- Eminem
"The turkey's done."
"So is the kitchen."
- The Money Pit
The groaning tormented gargoyle struggled to find his way to Maria's curse receptible in the dark green forest underneath her embroidered dress. The lower half of the athletic huntress squirmed with fierce resistance in his colossal grip, but the towering grey monster hewn from stone and muscle kept shifting his waist until his rocky pillar found the shredded open seam under her sleek black tights. The mortal woman and the transformed demon prince grunted harshly in unison as they joined, instantly turning their intense fighting into a mating.
"Aa… Alucard… Get a hold of yourself…" Maria gasped in desperation as her back shivered against his statuesque abdominals and her face turned red. It was very unlikely he had any kind of hold on the feral madness swirling in his brain, but he certainly had a good hold on her.
They danced a diabolical waltz for only a few brief seconds, with the Alucard-Beast mostly taking the lead while Maria went along for the ride. The end of their carnal movement was signified by her being filled with the potent elements that would create a new dhampir princess.
What little resistance Maria had left vanished as she flopped forward in her partner's lap. When she slowly raised her head again and let her sweaty golden mane brush away from her face, her mortal eyes were gleaming as red as any vampire's. The body surrounding her womb was suddenly washed over with an overwhelming, undeniable instinct to protect the contents of that womb.
It was Alucard's child, after all.
Dracula scowled from his throne overlooking the castle coliseum. His gnarled right hand lightly held a glass chalice sloshing with warm red wine. His empty left hand casually whisked toward the grinning succubus standing next to his armrest.
"The wench has been fertilized with the beginnings of my grandchild. It's nice to see my son finally contributing something worthwhile, instead of just crying about how we have the save the humans all the time." He gazed toward the tiny distant figures of Maria and the Alucard-Beast without the slightest indication of mercy or compassion. He was dreadfully wary of dealing with all of Alucard's uprisings, and this was his last option to correct the problem.
"It's just as I said. This supposed 'holy summoner' is the bride to a stable of four demon animals. Her womanhood is a freely receptive host to the worst forms of evil we can offer it," the succubus replied with a small hint of mockery in her breath.
"I must commemorate you on coming up with a scheme far more promising than anything Shaft has advised," Dracula said to the succubus as his nail claw traced the edge of his wine glass. I'll have to reconsider that corpse's usefulness when your masterwork is finished."
"Thank you, master." The succubus bowed her head, privately smirking to herself.
"Now show her how her trivial Sacred Beasts compare to our real power," the vampire lord ordered carelessly.
The succubus tipped her head again, never losing her grin.
"Of course, M'lord. It's my pleasure to entertain you with this spectacle."
The Alucard-Beast roared and whined in rage as he was suddenly yanked backwards. He physically separated from his mate as a crowd of rock knights pulled on the chains covering his waist and neck and dragged him back through the arena's caged portcullis. He fought against the armored beast handlers and struggled to flap his concrete wings, but his bindings were too great and he was lead around like the lowliest of castle pets. Alucard challenged his father's sovereignty one too many times, and it was a terrible (and utterly incurable) curse that had transformed the calm and sophisticated half-human prince into an unrecognizable clay monstrosity that could think of nothing but procreation.
Maria leaned against one of the arena columns to maintain her weakened balance. Her love disappeared as he was hauled into the underkeep and the portcullis slammed down to keep him locked away, but she wasn't sad to miss him. The playful squeak in her exhausted gasps said she was delighted to have her fill of him for the day… or more specifically, for the next nine months. She was practically cooing like a satisfied owlet after catching a big dinner.
The sand under her feet rumbled, but she wasn't scared. Vibrant green vines burst out of the ground around her, but she didn't even react in defense. A massive rose bulb blossomed in front of her, revealing the arrival of a single alraune maiden waving at her cheerfully.
The vines swept Maria off her ankles and lightly hoisted her up so her waist was slightly higher off the ground than her shoulders. The alraune's main vital root gently crept into the same torn-open seam in Maria's shorts the Alucard-Beast had used a few moments earlier, and the demoness let out a small high-pitched "Mmph!" in effort. Several ounces of enchanted green sap seeped through the part of Maria's body where her offspring would soon begin to quicken.
The child would be born with the power to control the poisons of every carnivorous green plant in Dracula's kingdom.
The alraune finished her simple job, waved goodbye, and submerged back into the arena sand just as quickly as she appeared. Maria slowly regained her balance as the relieving feeling of cool menthol stirred in her lower organs. She was just about the ponder what they had in store for her next when the earth under her feet suddenly collapsed.
She splashed into an underwater alcove, but a bubble halo instantly formed around her head so she wouldn't drown. Hundreds of indistinct gleaming dark scales circled in the water under her legs, and one mass of scales ascended toward her, turning into the outline of a fishman as it left the watery depths and came up into the torchlight's diffusing light in the shallows.
The lagoon creature puffed his face like a blowfish. His mouth gills delicately sank into the watery void between Maria's thighs, and the neutral menthol tingle inside her waist was suddenly mixed with warm ripples of tadpole jelly.
The child would be born with the keen predatorial instincts of all the horrors lurking beneath the blue oceans.
Maria was back on the arena sand and mostly dried off before she even got used to the soothing river slime sloshing around in her belly. Coincidentally—or likely in preparation—she crawled up on all fours in the dirt, which made her backside perfectly level with the small, troll-like lightkeeper walking up behind her with a lantern.
The little robed man shook the fire out of his lantern and reached for the ashes inside. He waited a moment for the fire's heat to fade so that the ashes were cool to the touch, but still briefly glowed orange when they were blown on.
The lightkeeper's bony withered palm touched the smooth creamy flesh behind Maria's thighs, and the ashes were carefully transferred from the lamp's cistern into her cistern. The deeply hexed vampire huntress purred softly as the chilly alraune sap and the fishman jelly inside of her suddenly warmed.
The stout lightkeeper chuckled in appreciation, gave her a friendly stroke on her bottom, and waddled along his way.
The child would be born with the destructive fury of all the raging red fires of Hell.
The final visitors were an ensemble of giggling banshees dancing rings around Maria's defeated form in sparkling clouds of will o' wisps. Their swirling dark magic gradually raised her in the air so she was lying on an invisible floating mattress with her back parallel to the ground.
The lead spirit-dancer twirled near Maria's weightless legs and elegantly waved her arm in a guiding arch. Without causing the slightest discomfort for the huntress, a tiny parade of pearly will o' wisps entered her maternal quarters and became long-term residents.
The child would be born with the authority to command all the hollow white spirits of the dead.
When it was all finished, Maria was left lying in the dirt half-asleep from exhaustion with one of her gloved palms resting over her abdomen. A small congregation of apprentice witches were kneeling around her with their illuminated hands hovering over her hand, casting gentle incubation spells to make sure all the ingredients properly joined with her body. There was no way she was getting through this night without a fertile egg in her nest.
Her mind couldn't focus on where she was, who she was, or what she had been doing only a few minutes ago. The only thing floating in her awareness was the fact she was carrying the immense powers of four separate demonic species all glued around the wonderful seed of Alucard's child.
She knew all the unpleasantness was out of the way, and she didn't even find it that particularly unpleasant to begin with. Now the servants would move her to the nursery in the castle loft for most of the next year, where they were going to keep her well-fed and offer her anything she asked for. She was going to be a very proud mother.
"What do you plan on doing with her once her duty has been performed, M'lord?" the succubus asked her king in the royal viewing box. Her ruby eyes were still flickered with contempt as she peered toward the abandoned green figure sprawled in the sand below.
"Well, if her body isn't destroyed during the birth of my glorious grandchild…" the Dark Lord chuckled ominously in victory, "I think I'll let her live in our abode. We should probably pay some homage to our Matron of Cursed Fruit after she's done growing her little scion for us."
"A mortal girl? Treated as one of our nobles?" The succubus scoffed. "Even as an honorary position, I fail to see how she deserves our respect. You can't be considering letting her lead your legions in the armory."
"No, certainly not." Dracula still grinned under his ghostly white goatee. "I would put her in charge of the mandrake children in the arboretum, or the flea men in the catacombs. Something appropriate for a creature of her common status."
He paused to take a sip of the crimson rejuvenation in his chalice.
"My son would still remain as your pet, of course. I have no further use for that disappointment."
The succubus greatly appreciated this gesture. Her leathery heart-shaped tail made a stirring motion behind her hips.
"Of course, Your Majesty. I'll have to stretch lumps out of his gravel regularly so he's never too dry."
Demon and demoness chuckled together in a burst of sinister delight.
Author's note: It's a little overdone for my tastes.
Author's note 2: You have no idea how long I went back and forth in my head trying to decide if this should be an "FFnet fanfic" or an "AO3 fanfic." There are multiple unwritten drafts of this scene that constantly go back and forth between "Gratuitously explicit content for sexual weirdos" and (the direction I decided to go in) "generic metaphors / implications of stuff." That first paragraph still might be pushing it tho…
Author's note 3: I got the Fushigi Yuugi summoning order completely wrong, but I don't care. It wasn't one of my priorities for this story.
Author's note 4: Did u know SotN Maria has the same Japanese voice actress as Sakura from the Imperial Capital Flower Division?