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

"You may return for the moment. I will reach out to you shortly."

Vixuola spoke those words, and I responded with a grin. Everything was in place now, and for Vixuola, prior to making her move—which might ultimately position the vampire race's core strength behind me—she had to confer with certain individuals, her reliable confidants, and the various elders forming the protective foundation they all shared. Grasping the implication, I let a smile spread across my face.

"I take it that means I've secured the backing."

With that remark, I rose from my seat, preparing to depart, but not before Vixuola posed a question.

"Do you have any interest in converting someone?"

My response came without hesitation.

"Not particularly."

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

"Doesn't loneliness bother you?"

A smirk crossed my lips at her words.

"I felt it once, but I've come to accept it and thrive 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."

Those statements carried their deeper significance, and after pondering briefly, Vixuola finally replied.

"If the opportunity arises, would you do it?"

"I would."

Offering that firm assurance, I began to leave. From this point forward, I realized Vixuola's watchful gaze would be upon me. She faced the choice of relinquishing her current holdings to advance, a dream she'd chased her entire life—yet that didn't make her foolish enough to leap into this without strategy or consideration.

Initially, she would seek to discern my true character, crafting her own assessment of whether linking her destiny to mine was wise. It was amusing in its own right, though, since the attraction I exerted on her was irresistible, and despite reason guiding her, she'd soon arrive at her decision. I had no desire to force any of this; all would proceed consensually, perhaps with partial awareness on her part.

After all, she'd emerge victorious here, for once she embraced the Blood Angel role, she'd enter my divine kingdom, securing her future forever.

Reflecting on that idea, I exited the location, now fully attired once more as I stepped into the elevator. Even as I departed, Vixuola's stare lingered on me, observing, analyzing, and attempting to comprehend. It changed nothing; my entry on this path signified I possessed the power to exit unscathed, even if complications arose—and that posed a greater threat than most dared acknowledge.

The elevator doors shut, and it descended with a gentle hum, the faint chime the sole noise until they parted once more. There stood the same vampire woman who'd guided me earlier, her expression bearing a light, invigorating smile as she announced.

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

Pondering her statement, I answered.

"Appreciate it. Show me the way."

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

"This elevator will transport you directly to your suite. It's exclusively yours and stocked with everything required for your comfort. Should you require help, you know where to reach me."

The composed secretary offered a discreet wink, prompting my smile.

"Of course, I'll remember that."

With that, I boarded the elevator, which glided smoothly to the designated level. A grin played on my lips as I entered the luxurious penthouse-style space, where a massive glass expanse revealed the sprawling city's splendor stretching out before me.

Approaching the window, I gazed at the diverse beings below, noting primarily the vampires traversing the streets, which brought a smile to my face. It wouldn't be long until I received her reply, so for now, my attention shifted to another pressing matter awaiting resolution. Before diving in, however, I settled onto the couch with ease, serving myself a beverage while anticipating a visitor, my illusion dissipating.

A gentle chime pierced the serene penthouse atmosphere. The doors parted smoothly. Lily emerged, her hips swaying with that innate rhythm—the identical Lily I'd taken previously. Dressed in her usual secretary attire, but amplified with a provocative flair. Her white blouse clung tautly to her ample chest, the upper fastenings undone to reveal generous cleavage and the dark lace bra beneath.

The fitted skirt molded to her broad hips and rounded rear as if custom-fitted, its edge rising just high enough to expose the upper edges of her translucent black stockings. Her polished high heels tapped sharply against the marble floor with each movement. Dark tresses were pinned in an orderly bun, with stray locks accentuating her features. Crimson lips, understated cosmetics, and that golden band on her finger glinting softly. As a vampire, her complexion shone with an ethereal pallor, smooth as sculpted stone, radiant beneath the urban glow seeping through the vast window.

Spotting me lounging on the sofa, legs apart, glass in hand, embodying the authority she now obeyed, her eyes—speckled with red—met mine intently. A clear tremor coursed through her frame. Her nipples strained visibly against the sheer blouse material. She moistened her lips, fangs briefly visible. Her buttocks flexed beneath the skirt as she approached directly, hips undulating more pronouncedly, breasts jiggling subtly per step.

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

I savored a leisurely drink, making her remain kneeling as I examined her. The chill of her vampire essence blended with fragrance and the intensifying scent of her excitement wafting toward me. "How's the family faring, Lily? Give me details on that husband of yours."

She squeezed her thighs tightly, nipping her lower lip where fangs left faint marks. A delicate flush colored her cheeks, the subtle hue unique to vampires when blood surges beneath.

"My husband? He's a weak, miserable failure of a person, Master. Utterly oblivious. He bid me farewell with a kiss this morning, believing I was off to yet another dull conference. The fool likely stroked his minuscule dick in the shower once I departed, fantasizing about me in a conference hall. He remains ignorant that I'm here, kneeling for a true dominant. His member is useless, scarcely four inches erect, wilting at the slightest glance. He endures barely half a minute, releases his feeble seed, then turns away, convinced he's pleasured me. Every climax I feign. I despise allowing that failure to lay hands on me. Yet you altered it all. You placed me in a prestigious role within one of your enterprises, granting wealth, influence, and above all, the essence of fulfillment. Becoming your dedicated masochistic vampire slut. I relish every instant of this renewed path. It soaks my core knowing I'm deceiving him for a far superior being."

The deepening taint in her ignited that fire within me. Her breaths came in uneven gasps. The aroma of her drenched state filled the space, that tangy-metallic vampire lust heavy around us. I extended my hand to seize her jaw, lifting her gaze to mine. "Louder, you depraved wedded harlot. Describe precisely the adulterous vampire slut you embody. Humiliating that failure while submitting to me excites you, doesn't it?"

"Yes, Master," she groaned, her voice quivering with shameful ecstasy. Her legs quaked. "I'm a vile, unfaithful vampire whore. I wed a feeble, gutless creep incapable of fulfilling me, and now I part my thighs and bare my mouth for you. I adore deriding him. It drenches me completely. I'm a masochistic vixen yearning to be told how vastly superior you are. Please, allow me to attend to you. Let this pathetic wedded wretch adore your cock. I crave it beyond even blood."

Releasing her jaw, I reclined further, parting my legs broader. "Demonstrate it. Free my cock and reveal what that refined mouth excels at, slut. Act as the obedient little harlot I possess."

Her chilled fingers acted swiftly yet with reverence. She loosened my belt, lowered the zipper, and eased down my trousers along with underwear. My robust shaft leaped out, rigid and weighty, the tip already gleaming with pre-cum. Lily gazed at it as if divine redemption. Her fangs protruded completely, though handled with caution. "What a flawless cock, Master. Far girthier and lengthier than my husband's pitiful twig. Thank you for permitting your vampire harlot to handle it."

Both her cool hands encircled the length. The stark contrast in warmth struck immediately, icy satin gliding over heated skin. She stroked deliberately, rotating at the summit, her thumb dispersing the pre-cum. Then she bent forward to plant a tender kiss on the apex, lips blooming open. Her tongue emerged, extended and damp, tracing a languid path from base to tip. She swirled around the ridge, savoring each portion.

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

She drew one laden orb into her mouth, cradling it softly with her tongue as her grip continued its motion. Saliva slicked the area, cool and glossy. I clutched her hair, dislodging the clips so her raven strands cascaded over her shoulders. "Deeper now. Suck it right, you insatiable slut."

Lily hummed against my orb and shifted to the other. Then she ascended the length with her lips, stretching wide to engulf the head. The warmth of her interior offset her chilled exterior ideally. She descended gradually, cheeks indenting, tongue flattening below. Midway, a soft choke escaped, her throat spasming, yet she advanced until her nose met my abdomen, the bulge evident in her neck. Moisture gathered in her eyes. She maintained the depth, throat contracting, fangs lightly scraping without piercing. The risk electrified straight to my core.

Channeling a faint surge of my essence, I sent it pulsing through her bloodstream to heighten her responses. Her core visibly tightened beneath the skirt. She withdrew, panting, viscous strands linking her puffy lips to my shining shaft.

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

Rising to my feet, I seized her head firmly with both hands and plunged into her mouth. I ravished her face with firm, profound thrusts. Moist choking noises echoed through the penthouse. Drool cascaded from her mouth's edges, trailing down her chin to drench the blouse, rendering it see-through and exposing her rigid, shadowed peaks. Her gaze remained fixed on mine throughout, eyeliner smudging into dark trails. Her unoccupied hand delved under her skirt. The slick sound of digits delving into her sodden core reached me. She masturbated wildly as I claimed her throat.

"Behold yourself. Esteemed vampire noble reduced to a throat-filling semen receptacle while your spouse lounges at home unaware. Does the betrayal with a dominant shaft in your gullet bring you to climax?"

She vocalized deeply around me, form quivering. Her digits accelerated. I sensed her throat constrict as orgasm overtook her fiercely, chilled vampire nectar saturating her stockings and pooling on the carpet. The convulsions drew at my shaft exquisitely.

Withdrawing, I struck my slick length across her tear-marked features several times before thrusting back in. I intensified the face-fucking, orbs smacking her chin. Additional saliva flowed. Her breasts surged within the tattered blouse. I extended to twist one peak sharply through the damp cloth. She climaxed anew around my shaft, throat pulsing, a stifled cry resonating through me.

Following extended moments of this, I extracted her and commanded her to compress her breasts. She tore away the last buttons and slipped the blouse and bra from her shoulders. Her fair, weighty mounds tumbled out, rosy tips erect. She enveloped my glossy shaft between them and commenced gliding upward and downward. Her chilled, yielding tissue surrounded me as her tongue darted at the tip each ascent, lapping the pre-cum.

"See that matrimonial band gliding along my cock during your tit-fuck, slut. Your husband purchased that ring, yet now it's smeared with another man's essence because his spouse is a debased masochistic harlot."

"Yes, Master! I'm an awful spouse! A lamentable vampire demanding genuine shaft and true debasement! Degrade me further, I beg!"

I obliged, hurling every obscene label as she hastened her breast motions, saliva and pre-cum ensuring slickness. Her own digits persisted in her core. She peaked a third time solely from the taunts and contact, frame convulsing, faint vampire perspiration beading on her alabaster skin.

At last, restraint failed me. Seizing her hair, I drove my shaft into her mouth once more. "Ingest every bit, harlot. This defines your existence henceforth."

Dense spurts of seed erupted down her throat. She gulped eagerly, throat laboring to extract all. A trace escaped her lip corners due to the abundance. Upon completion, she cleansed me thoroughly from base to apex, tongue twirling, ensuring no remnant lingered. She even drew the final droplets from the opening.

Settling back on her heels, her visage a chaos of tears, drool, and seed, blouse destroyed, breasts bared, skirt rumpled, stockings drenched, wedding band gleaming on her finger. Her red-tinged eyes shone with utter loyalty and residual craving.

Gazing at the tousled, seed-intoxicated vampire slut before me on her knees. "Solid beginning, you depraved wedded harlot. But we're far from finished. Not by a long shot."