Chapter Thirty-Four

It had been a couple of months since Draven was defeated, and Gibson still lay in a coma. The days that followed the horrific event had been gloomy and long, with Mary and Charles both hoping he would awaken on his own, but things weren’t looking that way.

“Charles, you know what has to be done, my love,” Mary said, looking up at him and leaning in to kiss his lips.

“I know, I was just hoping it would never have to come to this without him deciding if immortality is what he wanted,” he said sternly, embracing Mary in a hug as they stood there in the Royal ICU unit next to their son’s bed as he lay there in an eternal sleep. The thing both of them dreaded was that his vampire side would have to be activated to enable the fast healing that vampires possess. Because his vampire side lay dormant in him, being a hybrid like everyone else, he had to be bitten and intake the blood of a vampire for the change to activate. The only difference was he didn’t have to die and feel all that pain like a full human would if bitten, because he was already half vampire and half witch.

Looking down at Gibson, Charles quickly extended his fangs, bit his wrist, then bit his own, holding his bloody arm to his son’s mouth, making sure the blood was entering him. After a few minutes passed, Gibson rose straight up from the bed and looked at his parents, never more beautiful than he was before. Young in early adulthood, he would now be forever stuck at this age. His new wife, Princess Isabella, who was also the daughter of their new ally, King Mario, ran to him, but Charles grabbed her before she could get close enough for him to touch her.

“I’m sorry, Princess, but until he controls his blood lust and learns to feed off animals, I am afraid you will have to keep your distance from him.” She grabbed the bottom of her dress and took off running as she started to cry, and they lost sight of her once she hit the corridor.

“You are right, Father. Besides, I have to get back into the swing of going through my King in the running process so I can take over as the next King when you decide to step down from the throne.” Gibson smiled eagerly and looked at his father pleadingly. “Can you show me how to hunt now, please, Father? I have this urge of hunger ahold of me,” Gibson said with a small smile that now showed his newly developed fangs.

Charles nodded, a mixture of pride and sorrow in his eyes. “Of course, my son. It’s time you learned the ways of our kind.”

Mary watched them, her heart heavy with the weight of their decision. She knew this was necessary, but it didn’t make it any easier. She placed a gentle hand on Gibson’s shoulder. “Remember, my dear, you are still you. This change doesn’t define you; it only enhances what you already are.”

Gibson nodded, his eyes filled with determination. “I understand, Mother. I will make you both proud.”

Charles led Gibson out of the ICU, and they made their way to the royal forest, a place where the vampires of their lineage had hunted for centuries. The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting an ethereal glow on the forest floor. Charles stopped and turned to Gibson.

“Listen carefully, son. The first hunt is crucial. You must learn to control your instincts and not let the bloodlust take over. Focus on the prey, but remember your humanity.”

Gibson nodded, his senses heightened. He could hear the rustling of leaves, the heartbeat of a deer nearby. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the raging hunger inside him. Charles watched him closely, ready to intervene if necessary.

Gibson moved silently through the forest, his eyes locked on the deer. He could feel the power coursing through his veins, the urge to feed growing stronger. He pounced, his fangs sinking into the deer’s neck. The taste of blood was intoxicating, but he remembered his father’s words and pulled back before he lost control.

Charles approached him, a proud smile on his face. “Well done, Gibson. You showed great restraint. With time, you will master this.”

Gibson wiped the blood from his mouth, feeling a sense of accomplishment. “Thank you, Father. I will continue to learn and grow.”

They returned to the castle, where Mary was waiting anxiously. She embraced Gibson, relief washing over her. “I’m so proud of you, my son.”

Gibson smiled, feeling a newfound strength within him. “I won’t let you down, Mother. I promise.”

As the days passed, Gibson trained diligently, learning to control his new abilities. He spent hours with Charles, honing his hunting skills and mastering his bloodlust. Mary watched him with a mixture of pride and sadness, knowing that their decision had changed him forever.

One evening, as the sun set over the castle, Gibson stood on the balcony, looking out at the kingdom he would one day rule. Isabella approached him, her eyes filled with love and concern.

“Gibson, are you alright?” she asked softly.

He turned to her, his eyes reflecting the weight of his new responsibilities. “I am, Isabella. It’s just… a lot to take in.”

She took his hand, squeezing it gently. “I know, but you are strong. You will be a great king.”

Gibson smiled, feeling her love and support. “Thank you, Isabella. With you by my side, I know I can do this.”

As the night fell, Gibson felt a sense of peace. He knew the road ahead would be challenging, but he was ready to face it. With his family by his side, he would embrace his destiny and become the king he was meant to be.

He knew with Isabella by his side as his Queen they would conquer whatever the road may lie ahead of him, but he still couldn't shake that it was a lot he was having to take in at once. He stood there a moment in silence before he faced his wife and embraced her warm rosey cheek with his hand.

He leaned in and kissed her on the lips the blood lust and crave for her slowly escaped as they was both over taken by love as they deepened the kiss and the sound of her heart beat was no longer invading his thoughts.

He scooped her up carrying her back inside and closes the door with his foot and gently lies her onto their bed. "I know we only done this once the night of our wedding." He said as looking down at her and how beautiful she was. " I want you my love she pleaded." Looking at him hungrily with her eyes he leans in and kisses her again with so much passion and love as she starts to undress him.

As he kisses down her neck he unties her corset and rips it off her and slides her skirts down her legs she lay there like a sex Goddess he thought to himself. He starts kissing down her neck and leaves trails of kisses all the way down to her perky round breasts where he takes one in his mouth and sucks on her nipple vigerously she lets out a moan "Mmmm don't stop" she pleads.

Gibson allows his hand to rub down her stomach and embraces the top of her pussy as he lets a finger slowly slip inside the warm wetness "Your so wet for me babygirl." He says as he kisses her deeper allowing his finger to go in and out of her pussy making her moan even more.

Isabella reaches down and takes hold of Gibsons throbbing hard cock and guides it toward her entrance "Take me now!" she demanded him as he thrusts himself deep inside her and starts to fuck her frantically "Oh yes baby don't stop." she squeals out as he continues to thrust himself inside her as fast and as hard as he could until they both cum.

He takes his cock out of her it drenching with her wetness and his release mixed together as Isabella takes it in her hand and puts her mouth over it and tastes "Mmmm I taste so good on you." She smiled as her wraps her in his arms and holds her the rest of the night even after she has drifted off to sleep.