SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God Chapter 710 Use me

Alzara's flush grew even more intense, creeping from her face along her throat. She attempted a fierce stare at him, yet it was undermined by the quiver in her lower lip. 'To my... my will,' she stammered out at last. 'As a mighty enchantress, I'll turn you into a servant bound to my desires.'

Damon's smile stretched broader. 'Really now?' He moved under her, causing Alzara to draw in a sharp breath when the firm bulge of his excitement pressed solidly against her most intimate spot. Their scant clothing offered scant barrier to the feeling.

'A servant, eh? That does sound... delightful. Yet you'll need to prove yourself an exceptionally convincing enchantress, my sweet. Victory won't come without effort.'

'I can prove it and claim victory,' Alzara whispered, her fingers drifting from his shoulders to weave into the locks at his neck's base. 'You haven't the faintest clue.' Her gaze gleamed with desire, while her full bosom heaved with each breath.

Damon's palms, idly placed at her hips, glided higher. They were heated, following her ribcage until stopping right below the curve of her breasts. He sensed the rapid, erratic pulse of her heart beneath his fingers.

'Prior to advancing this any further, there's another matter I must discuss with you. While all I shared earlier rings completely true, my visit today wasn't meant to possess you. That development just occurred.'

Alzara's expression shifted in an instant, fear flashing across her features.

Damon noticed it right away.

He adjusted his position, lifting one hand to cradle her face, his thumb softly stroking her jawline. 'Hey. Hear me out,' he murmured softly. 'This isn't me retreating.' She gulped. '...Then what could it be?'

'It's about the moment,' he replied straightforwardly. 'Poor timing.'

'Don't get the wrong idea. I would've claimed you eventually, no question. The intention was always to make you mine. That hasn't altered, but I hurried here today for a different purpose.'

Damon proceeded to detail the unique occurrence and his requirement to swiftly gather numerous domains.

Her eyebrows furrowed. 'That seems...absurd, to be frank. How can your foes pull off such a feat? It's utterly implausible. The kingdoms of the light faction aren't to be trifled with, particularly the ancient rulers. Those monarchs would cling to their authority beyond death. How on earth did they extract it from them?'

Alzara refrained from probing deeper into the event details. It appeared she'd conveniently overlooked that, much like when Damon had pointed out their origins from separate realms.

'It is absurd,' Damon conceded. 'Yet I know it's factual. I struck a major setback against the super guilds not long ago, but they've shown no retaliation. Only one explanation fits their quietness. They've been preparing for the Golden Throne event from the start. Should they seize triumph there, handling me might cease to be a concern.'

'I understand...' Alzara inclined her head. 'So, you arrived to bargain with my father. Do you intend to confront the leftover secret societies?'

'Indeed.' Damon affirmed with a nod. 'More or less.'

'But why bother with such an indirect approach? Simply request it from my father outright. Leverage me.'

Damon grinned and denied it with a shake of his head. 'I'd have to be a true scoundrel to pull that off.'

Alzara dismissed it with a shake of her own. 'You miss the point. This is my opportunity. Your other spouses are fallen angels and exceptional elven prodigies. I can't rival them. But through this, I offer you what they can't. I'll elevate you to Emperor of the Great Western Desert Empire!'

Damon found himself at a loss for words. 'That's no trivial gift you're proposing. Your father won't surrender the crown merely because his daughter charms him.'

Alzara returned the smile, keen and assured. 'No. He'll yield it because it's the sole path to preserve the empire.'

She inclined toward him, their brows meeting. 'The secret societies are already eroding the base. The abyss looms nearby. The light faction's unity has fractured, with many plotting against each other. Worse still, the dark faction has seeped into our territories. And to top it off, our court teems with betrayers. My father will choose wisely.'

Damon stayed quiet briefly before yielding. 'Only a brazen jerk would seize such a proposal from a frail, exposed woman by exploiting her. I suppose I'm bold enough to be that jerk.'

Alzara let out a light laugh. 'I recommend you seize a few more benefits while you're at it.' She grasped Damon's hands, guiding them upward to cup her breasts. Damon gazed at her as his thumbs grazed the tips of her nipples, already stiffened and pushing against her tunic's sheer material. A keen inhale slipped from her, her spine curving naturally into his grasp, molding herself tighter against his hands.

His palms pressed on with expert finesse, massaging and stroking, each contact sparking waves of delight racing to her center. 'Damon...' Alzara sighed. Her digits let go of his arms, clutching instead at his shirt's cloth, drawing him nearer.

His touch grew more daring, one palm descending along her flank to clutch her hip, hauling her snug against his rigid excitement, as the other lingered to tease her breast, digits circling her nipple over the fabric. He then freed one from the skimpy garment shrouding her to draw a taut nipple between his lips. He suckled firmly, teeth lightly grazing the tender flesh, igniting another surge of molten warmth gathering between her legs. His free hand persisted in lavishing attention on her overlooked breast as he drew her in and sealed her mouth with his, thrusting his tongue within.

'Your breasts are incredible.' Just as he prepared to tear away her garments and savor the alluring, wicked form, the chamber door suddenly flew open. At the threshold stood the emperor, his visage twisted in evident discomfort.