The Conquerors Path Chapter 997 - 995-A Corruption From The Past(2).

Glancing downward, I took in the sight of the messy, cum-intoxicated vampire whore kneeling before me. Her features formed a ruined canvas streaked with black mascara, drool, and crusted semen. Those ample breasts dangled loosely, her dark nipples erect and firm, while the golden wedding band on her left finger still shone with traces of my release. Beneath the penthouse illumination, her ghostly vampire complexion appeared luminous and unblemished, her swollen pussy folds gleaming from her arousal that had drenched her tattered stockings. With eyes flecked in crimson, she gazed upward at me, utterly shattered yet reveling in the moment.

"Take it all off, you miserable wedded vampire tramp. Then slink over to the glass wall on your hands and knees like the useless mutt you are. Keep your rear elevated, breasts scraping the ground, and yelp for your owner."

Lily let out a pathetic whine, transformed into the needy beast she now was. Her chilled hands quickly tugged at the zipper of her tight skirt. She pushed it past her broad hips, along with the drenched black lace underwear and ripped stockings, before flinging away her high heels. Moments later, she stood bare except for that gleaming ring. Her form was flawless: generous pale breasts topped with tempting nipples, a slim midsection widening into plush, inviting hips, and a slick, quivering vampire slit that pulsed under my gaze. A slender trail of her wetness trailed along her inner leg.

Without a second thought, she sank to her hands and knees. Her full bosom swayed below as she moved across the polished marble toward the expansive window spanning floor to ceiling, with the sparkling city beyond. Her backside wiggled provocatively, the cheeks parting slightly with each crawl to reveal her puckered pink rear entrance and the puffy, shiny folds of her sex. She curved her spine sharply, offering herself like an animal ready to mate.

"Woof! Woof woof, Master!" she yipped, her tone rough and quivering from humiliation and desire. "I’m your dumb wedded vampire pup! Your worthless unfaithful mutt! Woof!"

Rising leisurely, my erection remained rigid and coated from her mouth. I stepped behind her and delivered a sharp smack to her rounded rear. The sharp sound reverberated across the luxury space. Her smooth skin quivered, a vivid red imprint appearing right away on her fair complexion. As a vampire, the bruise would vanish soon, allowing me to strike with full force without restraint.

"Do it once more, louder, you revolting hound tramp. Describe what your weak-willed spouse might feel seeing his esteemed wife groveling and yipping in this manner."

She pressed her forehead against the floor, lifting her rear even more, and yipped with greater volume. "WOOF! WOOF! He’d sob like the spineless creep he is, Master! He’d witness his spouse degraded into a slobbering vampire mating hound for a true male! Woof! He could never get me to yip! His pathetic little prick never even aroused me!"

Seizing a handful of her raven locks, I jerked her head backward forcefully, making her face her image in the window. Her cheeks burned with a faint blush, her fangs protruded fully, and her gaze shimmered with desperate hunger. Abruptly, I plunged two sturdy fingers into her core. Despite her icy exterior, her interior burned with heat, silky depths clamping down tightly. I thrust them in and out aggressively, hooking firmly against her sensitive spot, the lewd slurping noises echoing obscenely.

"Hear that drenched wedded slit. It's flooding like a frantic animal because your owner finally handles you properly. Your spouse likely touches you as if you're fragile porcelain. I shatter my playthings."

Lily cried out in ecstasy, her hips thrusting back against my palm. "Yes, Master! Shatter me! I’m your hound! Do whatever you please with your vampire slut!"

I inserted a third finger, widening her further, then a fourth. Her inner muscles quivered around them. Drawing on my blood divinity, I sent a searing wave of pleasure surging through her bloodstream. Every fiber in her sex ignited like sparks. She shrieked and climaxed right away, icy vampire fluids spurting over my fingers and onto the surface below. Her frame shuddered fiercely, breasts heaving, yet I continued driving my hand into her amid the peak, blending agony with delight.

Once her spasms subsided, I withdrew my fingers and forced them between her lips. "Lick up your filth, hound. Savor what a genuine man inflicts on you."

She lapped eagerly, her tongue circling, groaning as if they were my length. I tapped her cheek softly with my slick hand, then with more force. Her head whipped aside, but she only moaned deeper and arched her rear toward me, pleading silently.

I undid my belt fully and stripped off my trousers. My swollen member struck her buttock, trailing moisture. Positioning myself, I rammed into her depths with a single fierce plunge. No prelude, no mercy. Her snug vampire channel expanded around my thickness, chilled entrance embracing the heated rod. The sensation was overwhelming. I pressed deep against her barrier and persisted, compelling her to accommodate my full size.

"Fuuuuck!" she wailed, nails gouging the stone, fangs exposed. "So huge! So profound! You’re destroying me, Master!"

I clamped her hips with bruising strength and began hammering away. No gentle rhythm. I claimed her existence with each drive. Every impact jolted her ahead, her breasts grazing the ground, her features mashed to the chill pane. The urban vista stretched out underneath, myriad lights flickering. From afar with lenses, anyone might spot her ghostly form being ravaged.

Extending ahead, I encircled her neck from the rear, constricting until her breath rasped faintly. Her sex tightened fiercely on me. Though vampires breathe differently, the fear and squeeze triggered her frenzy and release. I strangled her as I plowed relentlessly, my pelvis colliding with her rear in damp, forceful claps.

"You’re merely a sheath for my cock now, Lily. A wedded vampire hound built to receive my shaft. Declare it."

She wheezed under my hold, voice hoarse. "I’m... your cock sheath! Your wedded vampire hound! Woof! Woof! My spouse is a pointless fool who could never ravage me this way!"

I loosened her neck just to cuff the nape of her skull, pressing her features firmer to the pane. Her exhalations misted the glass. I invoked my blood divinity once more, infusing her circulation with intense awareness. Each penetration seemed to tear her apart while igniting flames within. She peaked anew, howling, her depths pulsing in waves, chilled spray coating my sack and legs.

Suddenly withdrawing, my length gleamed with her essence, I rolled her onto her back directly on the floor before the window. Lifting her limbs over my shoulders, I thrust back in, bending her double. Her supple vampire frame yielded without issue. I drove downward with my entire mass, testicles smacking her rear, my groin abrading her nub with each motion.

"Gaze at your image, you depraved tramp. Witness how a shattered hound appears when a true owner claims her sex."

Her eyes fluttered upward, but she willed them to the reflection. There she was: limbs splayed lewdly, enormous rod parting her folds broadly, breasts jolting wildly, wedding band sparkling amid the savage drives. Streams of intense joy traced her face.

"I see it, Master! I’m your wrecked vampire slut! Please inflict more pain! Bite me! Drain my blood!"

No further urging was required. I bent forward and pierced the tender spot joining her neck and shoulder with my teeth. Crimson liquid surged warm and delicious. I sipped as I thrust, my blood divinity merging with hers, forging a cycle of sheer rapture and torment. She shrieked in rapture, form seizing beneath me, yet another climax tearing through so intensely her talons carved red trails across my back that mended at once.

Her essence carried the flavor of vice and surrender. I withdrew, mouth stained scarlet, and expelled a swallow onto her bosom, observing it trickle over her fair skin. Then I struck her left breast sharply, the moist impact resounding. I repeated on the right. I continued battering her jiggling mounds as I demolished her core, reddening them swiftly before her vampire recovery erased the signs nearly instantly. This only spurred me to strike fiercer.

"These breasts are mine alone now. Your spouse purchased that band, but these milkers are my domain. Admit it, hound."

"They’re yours! My milkers are your domain! Woof woof! My spouse never even lavished them correctly! Please, Master, impregnate your hound! Flood your unfaithful vampire slut!"

I straightened, remaining fully embedded, and seized her ankles, parting her like a split branch. I pistoned into her with rapid, brutal jabs, the position battering her sensitive area without cease. The slick noises were vulgar. Her channel foamed pale around my girth. She climaxed once more, vision blurring, tongue protruding like the beast she embodied.

My own release gathered, yet I denied its arrival yet. I craved her utterly vacant first. Extracting myself, my member pulsed furiously, tendrils of her fluid linking us. I hauled her upward by the strands and mashed her face to the window, bosom and face flattened against the icy barrier. The urban glow framed her like a harlot exhibited.

I nudged her thighs wider and reentered from the rear, upright this time. One palm strangled her neck anew, the other snaked forward to grip and wrench her nub savagely. I surged upward into her with feral lifts, hoisting her to her toes repeatedly.

"Picture your gutless spouse glancing up from below and spotting his wife in this state. Breasts exposed, sex being demolished, yipping for a rival. The disgrace alone would make you climax, wouldn't it, you pain-loving tramp?"

"Yes! I’d climax intensely realizing he knows I’m superior as your hound! Woof! Please keep going, Master! Devastate my wedded openings!"

I sensed her trembling toward yet another peak. Her inner walls danced erratically on me. I eased my pace to tease her further, withdrawing nearly completely before crashing back, holding her teetering on the edge. She mewled and pleaded wordlessly, hips straining rearward, talons scratching the pane.

I pressed on. Not ceasing until I deemed her fully shattered for the session.

Yet I harbored far more intentions for my vampire hound slut, the darkness within me intensifying.