Chapter 458: Blood Empress (02)

Ethan watched the woman intently.

Bright red eyes and a mature, deadly seductive face.

Her full, blood-red lips were curved into a sensual smile, and her cheeks were flushed—a soft pink that stood out against her pale face.

Her skin was as white as milk. Paler than any woman Ethan had ever seen in his life, like freshly fallen snow.

The aristocratic plume that had covered her cleavage earlier had vanished without a trace, fully exposing the wide neckline and the deep valley between those fat, perfect tits.

A black corset hugged her tiny waist tightly, and the red dress flowed gently down over her wide hips and shapely thighs, accentuating every curve along the way.

Her small, delicate feet were already bare. Her high heels rested neatly at the corner of the sofa, just below her.

With long, elegant fingers, she set the parasol down next to her heels, in no hurry at all. Then she glided toward Ethan and draped one leg over his.

Without the slightest ceremony, she lowered that luscious ass onto his groin. The cool, soft weight settled across Ethan’s lap, her fat buttocks spreading wide and parting around the large, throbbing bulge already rising in his pants, molding themselves to its shape.

She felt every centimeter of it, rubbing herself against it in slow, light movements, as if testing the seat.

She was a tall woman, only a few centimeters shorter than Ethan. Sitting on his lap like that, her breasts ended up right at the level of his chin.

The enormous mounds pressed against his collarbone and simply swallowed his chin, the cool flesh parting around it and closing back in, cradling his jaw on either side.

Her skin was cold, but not in an unpleasant way.

Her scent was sweet and intoxicating, invading his nostrils and going straight to his head.

“Whatever are you waiting for, my Emperor?” she asked, plucking the glass from Ethan’s fingers with an almost provocative delicacy.

She raised it to her lips and took a single sip, slowly, never taking her red eyes off his.

When she lowered it, a vivid lipstick mark remained on the rim. She set the glass aside.

“Kiss your wife… go on, then…”

She leaned over Ethan, her cool lips brushing against his, gliding back and forth in a slow tease. Her breasts shifted with the motion, dragging softly across his chest.

But before she could carry on with her little game, he was the one who moved in, taking her mouth eagerly.

For a moment, she seemed surprised, her red eyes widening slightly. But she didn’t complain.

On the contrary, she melted into him, their tongues entwining in a gentle, wet dance as they tasted each other, the drink she had just sipped still lingering on her tongue.

Ethan’s hands dropped onto her buttocks and gripped them hard.

His fingers sank in through the thin fabric of her dress, and those enormous, cool globes bulged out between them, too heavy, too big for any hand to hold. The soft meat overflowed his grip on every side, squeezing out between his knuckles.

They were like big pillows that always stayed on the cool side. Pleasant, comfortable, inviting his hands to sink deeper and deeper. That coolness suited the snow-white color of her skin perfectly.

It was then that Ethan felt the Blood Emperor’s Ring glow on his finger, pulsing warmly.

He already knew full well who this woman was.

The Blood Empress. The owner of the other half of that ring.

Their lips parted slowly, still connected by a thin thread of saliva that stretched until it snapped.

In the same moment, he felt her slide down to his neck.

Her cold breath brushed against his skin. Her lips parted, and then she sank her fangs into him.

Two sharp stings, followed by a warm pull and the low, wet sound of her swallowing. After that, just a strange tingling sensation spreading across his neck.

His eyes fell on her Status screen.

[Name: Carmilla Veyrath

Age: 9,991

Class: Blood Empress

Stage: 6

Level: 600/600

Opinion: 110/100

Loyalty: 100/100]

A sixth-stage being… and one who was very close to advancing to the seventh!

‘110 in Opinion? How the hell is that possible?’ Ethan wondered, confused.

Even his mother had only ever reached a hundred Opinion points. He hadn’t even known it was possible to go beyond that limit.

At that moment, Ethan felt Carmilla shudder in his arms. A tremor that started in her thighs and traveled all the way up her spine, making her heavy breasts tremble against his chest.

The plump, rounded mound of her puffy pussy was pressed firmly against the bulge in Ethan’s pants, the fat lips of her cameltoe molding around it through the layers of fabric.

Her wetness seeped through, spreading across his groin in a slippery gush, warm and slick even against her cool skin.

She seemed to be on the verge of an orgasm.

Ethan grunted, grabbed the hem of her dress, and yanked it up over her hips in one swift motion.

Two plump, perfect cheeks came into view, pale as snow and so wide that his hands couldn’t come close to covering them completely.

They sat heavy and full on his lap, still quivering faintly from her tremor, the soft flesh pooled against his thighs.

He raised his hand and brought a hard slap down on her left buttock.

Clap!

His palm sank into that cold softness.

The entire buttock flattened under the blow, the flesh spreading out beneath his palm before snapping back into shape with a heavy jolt.

Short ripples ran across it and into the other cheek, making it quiver as well, the two globes knocking softly against each other before settling.

When his hand withdrew, a pink handprint remained, glowing against the white of her skin like a flower in the snow.

“Nghnn~~” Carmilla moaned loudly, her back arching from the impact, and her fangs slipped free of Ethan’s neck for a moment.

His powerful regenerative ability closed the two small holes in a single second, leaving behind only a trickle of blood that slowly ran down to his collarbone.

“I know who you are, and I know I can’t resist you,” Ethan said, his voice low and hoarse.

As he spoke, his hands went on eagerly massaging her ass. He kneaded the two squishy cheeks in slow circles, spreading them apart and letting them fall back together with a soft slap of flesh, feeling that milky, silky skin glide beneath his palms.

“But don’t you think it would be more appropriate for you to introduce yourself first?” he asked, giving the marked cheek a firmer squeeze, his fingers sinking deep into the pink handprint.

Carmilla gasped, her whole body trembling, her heavy breasts shivering against his chest. A long, delicate tongue slid across her lips, wiping away the blood that still stained them, without wasting a single drop.

“Do forgive me, dear husband… it is only that, nghnn~~”

She moved her hips, grinding against his lap in slow, heavy circles. The full weight of that ass rolled over his thighs, the cool flesh spreading and shifting with every passr.

“You smell divine… and your blood carries such potent divinity… it is simply exquisite.”

She leaned down, her enormous breasts squashing flat against his abdomen and spilling out to the sides, and ran her tongue over Ethan’s powerful chest in a long, lingering lick—cold and wet—tracing the outline of every sculpted muscle.

She sighed against his skin, feeling and admiring the hardness of that body.

“I have waited for you for very nearly ten thousand years.”

She waved her hands, and the dress crumbled into dust—a fine, dark cloud that dissolved into the air before it even touched the ground.

All that remained was a sensual black lingerie set.

The fabric was almost transparent. Freed from the dress, her enormous tits dropped and settled heavily into the thin cups, bouncing once before swaying gently with every breath she took.

Those baby-pink nipples showed clearly through the fabric, already hard and pointing forward, pressing against the flimsy material.

Further down, the damp fabric clung to the obscene outline of her pale, puffy lips, every swollen fold on display as if nothing were covering them at all.

Her thighs were like pillars of flesh, obscene and sensual. The bands of her thigh-high stockings bit into them halfway up, squeezing tightly and forcing the flesh upward into a plump, soft bulge that seemed to beg to be squeezed.

“Whatever are you waiting for…? Come now… it is high time we consummated our marriage! Fill me up, husband!”

She declared it out loud, without a trace of shame, a frenzied light taking over that mature, sensual face.

Her red eyes shone brighter than before, and her wide smile revealed the tips of her fangs.

Ethan shuddered slightly.

This woman was crazy, without a doubt.

Not that he didn’t like it.

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