The Conquerors Path

Chapter 996: Chapter 994-A Corruption From The Past.

"You can head back for now. Soon, I will contact you."

Vixuola said, to which I smiled. The things were already set, and for Vixuola, before she could take action and perhaps in a way place the backbone of the vampire race behind me, she still needed to consult some people, trusted aides, and other elders who make up the backbone that protects each other. Understanding the meaning, I smiled.

"I guess that means I got the support."

After saying which I stood up from the chair, ready to walk out, though not before Vixuola asking me.

"Are you interested in turning anyone?"

To which I immediately replied.

"Not really."

The answer surprised her as she, with a raised eyebrow, asked.

"Don’t you feel lonely?"

I smirked at that question.

"I did once, but I learned to embrace it and grow along with it. Plus, being an angel, unlike the dragons, means to fully embrace the final growth. I will need a divine kingdom to attach myself to, which means the rest will also have to follow me."

The words rang with their own meaning as Vixuola, after a thoughtful moment, later responded.

"If you do get the chance, will you?"

"I will."

Giving the definite answer, I started to walk away. From now onwards, I know that I will be under the microscope of the eyes of Vixuola. She needs to decide if she should give up what she has in order to step forward. It has always been her lifelong goal, but that also doesn’t mean she is an idiot to just jump into this situation without any plan or thoughts.

First, she will need to understand what kind of person I am, form her own way to understand if it will be right to attach her fate to mine. Though it was just funny in its own way too, cause the pull I am giving her is undeniable, and even with logic helping her soon, she will make her own choice. I have no interest in doing all this forcefully; everything will be willing, and maybe half-knowledgeable to her.

Hey, in the end, she will be winning in this, cause the moment she does take on the Blood Angel, she will fall into my divine kingdom, her life will be set.

Musing on that thought, I walked out of the place, now dressed up again as I entered the elevator, though as I left, I still felt the eyes of Vixuola on me, watching, seeing and trying to understand. For it’s all the same, for me to have walked into here with this path meant the fact that I had the strength to walk out even if things went sideways, and that was more dangerous than what many could admit.

Ding!

The doors closed as the elevator started to move down, the slow ringing being the only sound as the doors opened again, and in front of me, the same vampire lady that had led me here, a small, refreshing smile on her face as she said.

"The Lord asked me to provide for you a better stay and services as she contemplates your request."

’The workings are as fast as always.’

Musing on it, I responded.

"Thanks, lead the way."

With those words, the woman led the way once more, moving through this vast hallway with several vampires moving through, this time heading to a different elevator, this one a little less VIP, but still needing bigger access as the woman opened up the elevator for me, once again staying outside of it as she responded.

"The elevator will automatically take you to your room. It’s yours and is fully equipped to meet any needs that you need. If you need any assistance, you know how to find me."

A subtle wink was given by this strict-looking secretary as I smiled.

"Sure, I will keep it in mind."

As I said, I entered the elevator, the one smoothly moving ahead as it reached the floor, my lips being filled with a smile as I walked into this penthouse-like place, a huge glass wall showing the beauty of a vast city spread ahead, unfolding in front of me.

I walked closer to the wall, looking at the different life forms, major detections for me being vampires themselves moving around as I smiled. It won’t take too much time before I get my response, so right now, what I have to focus on is another important thing that is waiting for me to complete. Though before I could jump to it, I walked to the sofa and took a light seat, pouring myself a drink as I waited for someone, my disguise fading.

The soft ding of the elevator cut through the quiet penthouse. The doors slid open. Lily stepped out, hips already rolling in that natural sway, the very same Lily I had fucked some time ago. She wore her standard secretary look, but with the slut edge turned up. Crisp white blouse stretched tight over her full tits, top buttons open to show deep cleavage and the black lace bra underneath.

The pencil skirt hugged her wide hips and plump ass like it was painted on, the hem stopping high enough to flash the tops of her sheer black stockings. Glossy stilettos clicked on the marble with every step. Her dark hair sat in a neat updo with loose strands framing her face. Red lips, subtle makeup, and that gold wedding ring on her finger, catching the light. As a vampire, her skin glowed pale and flawless, cool like polished marble, luminous under the city lights filtering through the glass wall.

She saw me sitting there on the sofa, legs spread, drink in hand, looking every bit the master she now served. Her crimson-flecked eyes locked on mine. A visible shiver ran through her. Her nipples poked hard against the thin blouse fabric. She licked her lips, fangs peeking for a split second. Her ass cheeks shifted under the skirt as she walked straight to me, hips swaying wider now, tits bouncing gently with each stride.

She stopped right in front of my knees, then dropped smoothly to hers on the thick rug. The skirt rode up her thighs. She kept her back straight but bowed her head slightly in perfect submission, hands resting palms-up on her lap. "Master Austin," she said, voice low and husky with need. "Thank you for giving me access. Thank you for summoning your good little whore slut. You have no idea how grateful I am for this new life. You pulled me out of that empty shell and made me yours. I live for serving you now."

I took a slow sip, letting her wait on her knees while I looked her over. Her cool vampire scent mixed with perfume and the growing musk of her arousal drifted up to me. "How is the family, Lily? Tell me about that husband of yours."

She pressed her thighs together hard, biting her lower lip so her fangs dimpled the flesh. Her cheeks flushed that pale pink only vampires get when blood rushes under their skin.

"My husband? He’s a spineless, pathetic excuse for a man, Master. He knows nothing. He kissed me goodbye this morning, thinking I was heading to another boring meeting. The idiot probably jerked his tiny cock in the shower after I left, imagining me in some meeting room. He has no clue I’m here on my knees for a real man. His dick is worthless, barely four inches hard, and it goes soft if you look at it wrong. He lasts thirty seconds, spills his weak load, and rolls over, thinking he’s satisfied me. I fake every orgasm. I hate that I ever let that loser touch me. But you changed everything. You gave me a high-level position in one of your companies, money, power, and the only thing that matters. Being your personal masochistic vampire slut. I enjoy every second of this new life. It makes my cunt drip just knowing I’m betraying him for someone superior."

The corruption in her lighting up and that helped me. Her breathing had gone ragged. I could smell how soaked she was, that sweet-metallic vampire arousal thick in the air. I reached down and gripped her chin, tilting her face up. "Louder, you filthy married whore. Tell me exactly what a cheating vampire cunt you are. It turns you on to insult that loser while you kneel for me, doesn’t it?"

"Yes, Master," she moaned, voice shaking with humiliated pleasure. Her thighs trembled. "I’m a dirty cheating vampire whore. I married a pathetic spineless worm who can’t even keep me satisfied, and now I spread my legs and open my mouth for you instead. I love insulting him. It makes me so fucking wet. I’m a masochistic slut who craves being reminded how much better you are. Please, let me serve you. Let this worthless married bitch worship your cock. I need it more than blood."

I let go of her chin and leaned back, spreading my legs wider. "Prove it. Get my cock out and show me what that noble mouth is good for, slut. Be the good little whore I own."

Her cool hands moved fast but reverently. She unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, and pulled them down with my boxers. My thick cock sprang free, hard and heavy, the head already slick with pre-cum. Lily stared at it like it was salvation. Her fangs extended fully now, but she kept them careful. "Such a perfect cock, Master. So much thicker and longer than my husband’s pathetic little worm. Thank you for letting your vampire whore touch it."

She wrapped both cool palms around the shaft. The temperature difference hit me instantly, chilled silk stroking warm flesh. She pumped slowly, twisting at the head, thumb spreading my pre-cum. Then she leaned in and kissed the tip softly, red lips parting. Her tongue came out, long and wet, licking a slow stripe from balls to head. She circled the crown, tasting every inch.

"Mmm, you taste so strong, so masculine. Better than anything."

She sucked one heavy ball into her mouth, rolling it gently with her tongue while her hand kept stroking. Saliva coated everything, cool and slick. I grabbed her hair, pulling the pins free so her dark locks tumbled down around her shoulders. "Deeper. Suck it properly, you cock-hungry slut."

Lily moaned around my balls and switched to the other one. Then she slid her mouth up the shaft, lips stretching wide as she took the head inside. Her warm mouth contrasted with her cool lips perfectly. She sank inch by inch, cheeks hollowing, tongue pressing flat underneath. Halfway in, she gagged softly, throat convulsing, but she pushed further until her nose pressed against my stomach, and my cock bulged her throat visibly. Tears welled in her eyes. She held it there, throat working, fangs grazing the sides without breaking skin. The danger sent a thrill straight to my balls.

I used a thread of my power, pulsing it lightly through her veins to spike her sensitivity. Her cunt clenched visibly under the skirt. She pulled back, gasping, thick strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to my glistening cock.

"Fuck my throat, Master. Use your married vampire whore like the worthless slut I am~"

I stood up, gripping her head with both hands, and thrust into her mouth. I face-fucked her with steady, deep strokes. Wet gagging sounds filled the penthouse. Drool poured from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin onto her blouse, soaking the fabric transparent so her hard nipples showed dark and stiff. She kept her eyes locked on mine the whole time, mascara running in black streaks. Her free hand slipped under her skirt. I heard the wet squelch of fingers plunging into her dripping cunt. She fingered herself frantically while I used her throat.

"Look at you. Noble vampire lady turned into a deepthroat cumdump while your husband sits at home clueless. Does it make you cum knowing you’re betraying him with a superior cock down your gullet?"

She moaned loudly around me, body shaking. Her fingers moved faster. I felt her throat tighten as she came hard, cool vampire juices soaking her stockings and dripping onto the rug. The spasms milked my cock beautifully.

I pulled out, slapped my wet shaft across her tear-streaked face a few times, then shoved back in. I fucked her face harder, balls slapping her chin. More saliva is spilt. Her tits heaved inside the ruined blouse. I reached down and pinched one nipple hard through the wet fabric. She came again around my cock, throat fluttering, a muffled scream vibrating through me.

After long minutes of that, I pulled her off and ordered her to push her tits together. She ripped the remaining buttons open and shrugged the blouse and bra off her shoulders. Her pale, heavy breasts spilt free, dark pink nipples stiff. She pressed them around my slick cock and started sliding them up and down. Her cool, soft flesh enveloped me while her tongue flicked the head on every upstroke, catching the pre-cum.

"Look at that wedding ring rubbing my cock while you tit-fuck me, slut. Your husband bought that ring, and now it’s getting coated in another man’s pre-cum because his wife is a filthy masochistic whore."

"Yes, Master! I’m a terrible wife! A pathetic vampire who needs real cock and real degradation! Humiliate me more, please!"

I did. I called her every dirty name while she worked her tits faster, saliva and pre-cum making everything slippery. Her own fingers never stopped plunging into her cunt. She came a third time just from the words and the friction, body shuddering, cool vampire sweat glistening on her pale skin.

Finally, I could not hold back. I gripped her hair and shoved my cock back into her mouth. "Swallow every drop, whore. This is what you exist for now."

Thick ropes of cum shot down her throat. She swallowed greedily, throat working, milking me dry. A little overflowed the corners of her lips because of the volume. When I finished, she licked me clean from balls to tip, tongue swirling, making sure not one drop was wasted. She even sucked the last beads from the slit.

She sat back on her heels, face a mess of tears, saliva, and cum, blouse ruined, tits out, skirt hiked, stockings soaked, wedding ring shining on her hand. Her crimson eyes glowed with total devotion and lingering hunger.

I looked down at the dishevelled, cum-drunk vampire slut on her knees. "Good start, you filthy married whore. But we’re not done. Not even close."