The Conquerors Path Chapter 996 - 994-A Corruption From The Past.

"You can return for the moment. I'll reach out to you shortly."

Vixuola declared, and I responded with a grin. The arrangements were already in place, and for her, before she could act and potentially align the core strength of the vampire lineage with me, she had to confer with certain individuals—loyal advisors and fellow elders who form the protective foundation they all rely on. Grasping her implication, I let a smile play on my lips.

"I suppose that indicates I have your backing."

With those words spoken, I rose from my seat, prepared to depart, but not until Vixuola posed a question to me.

"Do you wish to turn someone?"

My response came without hesitation.

"Not particularly."

Her surprise was evident as she lifted an eyebrow and inquired further.

"Don't you ever feel isolated?"

A smirk crossed my face at her words.

"I felt it once, but I came to accept it and evolve alongside it. Besides, as an angel—unlike dragons—it requires complete commitment to the ultimate evolution. I'll require a divine kingdom to bind to, which implies everyone else must accompany me too."

Her response came after a moment of contemplation, the statement carrying its deeper significance as Vixuola finally replied.

"Should the opportunity arise, would you do it?"

"I would."

After delivering that firm reply, I began heading toward the exit. From this point forward, I realized Vixuola's gaze would scrutinize me closely. She must weigh whether to abandon her current standing to advance. It's been her enduring ambition, yet that doesn't make her foolish enough to leap into this without strategy or consideration.

Initially, she'll have to gauge my character, develop her method to determine if linking her destiny to mine is wise. It was amusing in its twisted manner, since the attraction I exerted on her was irresistible, and despite reason guiding her, she'd soon arrive at her decision. Forcing matters held no appeal for me; all would proceed consensually, perhaps with partial awareness on her part.

After all, she stood to gain immensely, for once she embraced the Blood Angel role, she'd enter my divine kingdom, securing her future forever.

Reflecting on this, I exited the location, now fully attired once more as I stepped into the elevator. Yet even as I departed, Vixuola's watchful eyes lingered on me, observing, analyzing, and seeking comprehension. It changed nothing; entering this domain on such terms proved I possessed the power to leave unscathed, even if circumstances turned hostile—a peril few dared acknowledge.

The elevator doors shut, descending with a gentle hum, the faint chime the sole noise until they parted once more. There stood the same vampire attendant who had guided me earlier, her expression bearing a light, invigorating smile as she spoke.

"The Lord wishes me to arrange superior accommodations and amenities for you while she ponders your proposal."

Considering her words, I answered.

"Appreciate it. Show me the way."

At that, the attendant guided me anew, navigating the expansive corridor bustling with vampires, this time toward another elevator—less exclusive, yet still demanding special clearance. She activated it for me, remaining outside as she explained.

"This lift will carry you straight to your suite. It's exclusively yours, outfitted to fulfill whatever requirements you might have. Should you require help, you know where to reach me."

The composed secretary offered a discreet wink, met with my smile.

"Of course, I'll remember that."

With my acknowledgment, I boarded the elevator, which glided smoothly to the destination level. A grin adorned my face as I entered the luxurious penthouse, where a massive glass pane revealed the sprawling cityscape stretching endlessly before me.

Approaching the window, I observed the diverse beings below, predominantly vampires navigating the streets, which drew another smile from me. It wouldn't be long until I received her answer, so for now, my attention turned to a pressing matter awaiting resolution. But prior to diving in, I settled onto the couch, reclining lightly while pouring a beverage, anticipating an arrival as my illusion dissolved.

A gentle chime from the elevator pierced the serene penthouse atmosphere. The panels parted, and Lily emerged, her hips swaying with that innate rhythm—the identical Lily I'd claimed intimately before. Dressed in her usual executive attire, but amplified with a provocative flair: a pristine white shirt clinging taut to her ample chest, upper fastenings undone to expose generous cleavage and the dark lace beneath.

Her form-fitting skirt clung to her curvaceous hips and rounded rear as if custom-molded, ending just short enough to reveal the upper edges of her translucent black nylons. Polished high heels tapped sharply against the stone floor with each movement. Her raven hair was pinned in an orderly bun, with stray tendrils caressing her features. Crimson lips, light cosmetics, and that golden band on her finger glinting softly. As a vampire, her complexion shone ethereal and impeccable, smooth as sculpted stone, radiant in the urban glow seeping through the vast window.

Spotting me lounged on the couch, thighs apart, glass in grasp, embodying the dominant figure she served, her red-tinged gaze met mine. A tremor visibly coursed through her frame. Her peaks strained visibly against the sheer material of her top. She moistened her lips, her fangs briefly visible. Her rear shifted enticingly beneath the fabric as she approached directly, hips oscillating more boldly, bosom rising and falling softly per step.

Halting before my legs, she gracefully sank to her knees on the plush carpet. The skirt crept upward along her legs. Maintaining an upright posture, she inclined her head in utter deference, palms upward in her lap. "Master Austin," her tone came deep and throaty with desire. "Thank you for granting me entry. Thank you for calling upon your devoted little harlot. You can't imagine my gratitude for this transformed existence. You rescued me from that hollow void and claimed me as yours. My purpose now is to serve you completely."

I savored a leisurely drink, making her remain kneeling as I appraised her form. The chill of her vampiric aura blended with fragrance and the intensifying scent of her excitement wafting toward me. "How fares the household, Lily? Update me on your spouse."

She clamped her thighs firmly, nipping her lower lip where her fangs left faint indents. A faint blush colored her cheeks, the subtle hue unique to vampires when vitality surges beneath.

"My husband? He's a gutless, miserable shadow of a partner, Master. Utterly oblivious. He bid me farewell with a kiss this morning, assuming another dull conference awaited. The fool likely stroked his inadequate shaft in the bath after I departed, fantasizing about me in a conference hall. He remains ignorant that I'm prostrated here for a true dominant. His member is useless, scarcely four inches erect, wilting at the slightest glance. He endures mere half a minute, releases his feeble essence, then turns away, deluded that he's pleased me. Every climax I feign. I despise allowing that failure near me. Yet you altered it all. You bestowed a prestigious role in your enterprise, wealth, influence, and above all, the essence of it. Becoming your dedicated masochistic vampire plaything. I relish every instant of this renewed path. It soaks me knowing I betray him for a superior being."

The darkening corruption within her ignited, aiding my influence. Her breaths grew uneven. The aroma of her drenched state, that tangy-metallic vampire essence, hung heavily. I extended a hand to seize her jaw, lifting her gaze. "Louder, you depraved wedded slut. Declare precisely the adulterous vampire you embody. Degrading that failure while submitting to me excites you, right?"

"Yes, Master," she groaned, her voice quivering with shameful ecstasy. Her legs quaked. "I'm a vile adulterous vampire slut. I wed a feeble, gutless creep unable to fulfill me, and now I part my thighs and yield my lips to you. I adore belittling him. It drenches me utterly. I'm a masochistic vixen yearning to be shown your superiority. Please, allow me to attend you. Let this valueless wedded wench adore your manhood. I crave it beyond sustenance."

Releasing her jaw, I reclined further, parting my legs broader. "Demonstrate it. Free my cock and reveal your elite mouth's talents, harlot. Act as the obedient pet I possess."

Her chilled fingers acted swiftly yet with reverence. She loosened my buckle, lowered the zipper, and eased down my trousers along with undergarments. My robust length emerged, rigid and weighty, the tip already gleaming with anticipation. Lily gazed at it as divine redemption. Her fangs protruded completely, handled with caution. "Such an ideal manhood, Master. Far girthier and lengthier than my spouse's pitiful nub. Grateful for permitting your vampire temptress to handle it."

Both her chilled hands encircled the base. The stark contrast in warmth struck immediately, icy velvet gliding over heated skin. She stroked deliberately, rotating at the summit, her thumb dispersing the fluid. Then she advanced, pressing soft crimson kisses to the apex. Her tongue extended, lengthy and damp, tracing a languid path from base to peak. She swirled around the ridge, savoring each portion.

"Mmm, your flavor is potent, so virile. Superior to all else."

She drew one laden orb into her mouth, caressing it tenderly with her tongue as her grip continued its motion. Drool slicked the area, cool and glossy. I clutched her tresses, dislodging the clips so her ebony waves cascaded over her shoulders. "Deeper. Devour it right, you insatiable vixen."

Lily hummed around the orb and shifted to its twin. Then she ascended the length, her lips expanding to envelop the crown. The warmth of her interior offset her cool exterior ideally. She descended gradually, cheeks indenting, tongue flattening below. Midway, a soft choke escaped, her passage contracting, yet she advanced until her nose met my abdomen, the bulge evident in her neck. Moisture gathered in her eyes. She maintained the depth, her throat pulsing, fangs brushing harmlessly. The risk electrified me intensely.

Channeling a faint surge of my essence, I sent it coursing through her channels to heighten her responses. Her core visibly tightened beneath the skirt. She withdrew, inhaling sharply, viscous strands linking her puffed lips to my shining length.

"Ravage my throat, Master. Treat your wedded vampire harlot as the useless vixen she is~"

Rising, I seized her head firmly with both hands and plunged into her mouth. I drove into her face with firm, profound rhythms. Moist choking echoes resounded through the space. Saliva cascaded from her mouth's edges, trailing down to saturate her shirt, rendering it sheer to expose her rigid peaks darkly. Her gaze remained fixed on mine throughout, cosmetics smearing in dark trails. Her unoccupied hand ventured under her skirt. The sodden sound of digits delving into her soaked folds reached me. She pleasured herself desperately as I claimed her throat.

"Behold yourself. Esteemed vampire noble reduced to a throat-filling vessel while your spouse idles at home unaware. Does the betrayal with a paramount length in your passage trigger your release?"

A fervent moan vibrated around me, her form convulsing. Her digits accelerated. I sensed her throat constrict as ecstasy overtook her, chilled vampire nectar drenching her nylons and pooling on the floor. The contractions drew at me exquisitely.

Withdrawing, I struck my slick length against her streaked cheeks repeatedly, then reinserted forcefully. I intensified the pace, orbs impacting her jaw. Additional drool flowed. Her bosom surged within the damaged top. I descended to twist a peak sharply through the damp cloth. She peaked anew around my length, throat quivering, a stifled cry resonating through me.

Following extended moments, I extracted her and commanded her to compress her breasts. She tore the last fasteners, sliding the shirt and undergarment from her shoulders. Her fair, weighty mounds tumbled out, rosy tips erect. She enveloped my glossy length between them and began gliding upward and downward. Her chilled, yielding tissue surrounded me as her tongue darted at the tip each ascent, lapping the emerging fluid.

"See that matrimonial band grazing my cock during your breast service, harlot. Your spouse purchased it, yet now it gleams with rival essence because his partner is a depraved masochistic temptress."

"Yes, Master! I'm a wretched spouse! A lamentable vampire demanding true manhood and true abasement! Debase me further, I beg!"

I obliged, hurling every obscene label as she hastened her motions, drool and fluid rendering all slick. Her own digits persisted in her depths. She climaxed a third time solely from the barbs and sensation, frame trembling, vampiric perspiration beading on her alabaster form.

At last, restraint failed me. Seizing her tresses, I thrust back into her mouth. "Ingest it all, harlot. This defines your existence henceforth."

Dense streams of release surged into her depths. She gulped avidly, passage contracting to extract every bit. Slight excess escaped her lips due to the abundance. Upon completion, she cleansed me thoroughly from base to summit, tongue twirling, ensuring total consumption. She even drew the final remnants from the aperture.

Reclining on her heels, her visage a chaos of moisture, drool, and seed, top destroyed, bosom exposed, skirt rumpled, nylons drenched, band radiant on her digit. Her scarlet gaze burned with absolute loyalty and residual craving.

Gazing upon the tousled, ecstasy-befuddled vampire vixen kneeling before me. "Solid beginning, you depraved wedded slut. Yet we've scarcely begun. Far from it."