Chapter 459: Everything is yours now, my love

Carmilla pushed Ethan back into the sofa. Her hands clasped his, fingers intertwining.

The ring on her finger sparkled, and Ethan’s ring answered, pulsing in sync with it.

[The Blood Emperor’s Ring has been upgraded! Rank SSS → Transcended Rank]

[Item: Blood Emperor’s Ring

Description: A ring created by the Blood Empress as a gift for her destined husband—the one who was to help her revive her race. When the Blood Empress fell into an eternal slumber, the ring was lost to time.

It can be used to absorb the blood of enemies. The amount of blood absorbed depends on the enemy’s power and race.

Effect 1: Uses the absorbed blood to heal the user. In the event of a fatal wound, the stored blood is consumed automatically.

Effect 2: With each absorption of blood, it extracts a large portion of the opponent’s talent and base attributes.

Effect 3: The user can transform into a mist of blood, becoming temporarily immune to physical and magical attacks. (Cost: five blood points per second)

Effect 4: Stored blood can be transformed into weapons or condensed into a powerful attack. (The power of the attack and the generated weapon varies with the amount of blood used.)

Effect 5: The user will not age while wearing the Blood Emperor’s Ring.

Level: 100/100

Upgrade Requirements: Maximum Level

Grade: 10 (Maximum Level)

Rank: Transcended

Blood Reserve: 2,000/2,000,000]

At first glance, the only real difference seemed to be the size of the blood reserve, but Ethan knew it wasn’t that simple.

The ring’s blood magic and its ability to absorb talents had likely taken a huge leap forward, keeping pace with its new rank.

Lately, Ethan hadn’t been investing much in upgrading his items.

After bringing them all to the maximum level of the first grade, he still hadn’t figured out how to obtain the advancement stone for the second.

The same went for the players. From what Ophelia had said, plenty of people were complaining about it on the forums.

In any case, that was a problem for the future, so he didn’t waste time on it. His armies kept piling up item upgrade stones, and the stockpile had already passed ten million.

Ethan turned his attention back to Carmilla, who was still staring at him intently, as if she wanted to devour him with her eyes alone.

[One of the Twelve Demon Lords senses your presence. She laughs shrilly, taunting the goddesses who support you.]

[Nyxara Soulreaver, Eternal Sovereign of Blood, sends you a blessing.]

[Name: Blessing of the Sovereign of Blood

Description: A rare yet powerful demonic blessing from the demoness known as the Sovereign of Blood. Demons rarely bestow blessings, preferring contracts where they always give with one hand and take with both. Receiving a one-sided blessing from a demon is almost unheard of.

Effects: +500% regeneration rate, +100% blood magic power, +100% resistance to demonic curses. Your aura allows you to command blood creatures to a certain extent.

Level: 1]

[The Goddess of Life asks you to be strong.]

[The Goddess of Beauty asks you to show your true power. Don’t you dare give in before her!]

[The Goddess of Death is making popcorn.]

Ethan sighed and let out a dry laugh.

Apparently, now he’d have to entertain yet another superior being.

Well, the idea of a demon keeping an eye on him wasn’t exactly pleasant. But the goddesses hadn’t reacted badly, and Carmilla herself seemed hopelessly in love with him, so he set his worries aside.

His eyes fell on the beautiful, mature vampire empress, who was admiring him as if he were the most perfect thing in the world.

For a moment, the madness in that gaze seemed to subside. She released Ethan’s hands.

Her fingers moved to her back. The motion arched her spine and pushed her chest forward until the cups strained to hold all that fullness. With a soft click, her bra clasp came undone.

"You know, when I was betrayed by my subordinates and put into that damned sleep, I was a little scared," she said, blushing.

The loosened cups clung to those beautiful vampire breasts for a single instant before slipping and tumbling down between their bodies.

Her fat tits, so full they didn’t even seem real, were finally revealed in all their beauty.

Freed from the fabric, they dropped a finger’s width and swung heavily, a ripple rolling through the soft flesh as they caught their own weight.

Her skin was cold and pale as porcelain, and her chubby, puffy nipples slowly hardened in the open air, the tips rising little by little as if begging for attention.

Ethan’s hands went to her waist almost on their own, his thumbs stroking the smooth skin just above her hips.

"I was destined to spend eternity with whoever found the ring, whether they were worthy or not." She cupped Ethan’s face in both hands, her cold palms against his skin, forcing him to look into her eyes.

"I even wondered if I’d have to kill him and rip the ring from his finger to give it to a more worthy suitor. But the moment I saw you, I knew that wouldn’t be necessary."

She leaned in, and her heavy breasts met Ethan’s chest, the soft flesh flattening against him and spreading out to the sides, her stiff nipples digging into him like two small, hard points.

The two shared a kiss, short and gentle. Her lips were cold and soft, and she lingered a second longer than she needed to before pulling away, as if she didn’t want to let go.

"My empire, my body—everything is yours now, my love... I only ask that you love this old, desperate, lonely woman."

Carmilla didn’t hesitate any longer. She slid from Ethan’s lap toward the floor.

As she went down, her breasts dragged over Ethan’s chest and stomach, squashing flat against him and bulging upward.

Then they slipped free and fell, bouncing once, twice, before easing into a slow swing.

When her knees met the floor, the small jolt sent a shiver through that pale flesh, her tits quivering against each other for a moment before going still.

She, the dignified Blood Empress, a being nearing the seventh stage, knelt between Ethan’s legs.

Her hands slid up his thighs, taking their time, until her cold fingers closed around his bulge and squeezed. Ethan’s cock throbbed under her palm, already hardening.

Then she looked up at him, mouth open wide and tongue stretched out, the tips of her fangs showing, as if begging to be fed his seed.