Chapter 460: Why don’t we introduce ourselves?

Ethan admired the sight of Carmilla kneeling between his legs.

Her long tongue hung out of her mouth, her eyes raised toward him, her back straight and proud even on her knees.

An Empress waiting like a hungry servant, ready to receive his cock.

He had a lot to talk about with her. Too many questions, actually. But well... if the vampire wanted his seed first, so be it.

Carmilla snapped her fingers.

The buttons on his pants came undone on their own, one after another, and his thick, imposing member sprang free from the fabric’s grip, bobbing heavily in the air just a few centimeters from her face.

The fat glans landed on the vampire Empress’s long, delicate tongue. The pale shaft, veiny and powerful, pulsed slowly against that cool, damp surface, his heat and her cold meeting there for the first time.

She didn’t hesitate.

Her full lips closed around the tip. The head alone was enough to fill her mouth completely, stretching her cheeks and forcing her jaw to open wider than she had expected.

When she pulled back slightly, she left a red ring of lipstick imprinted on the skin of Ethan’s shaft. Her tongue—too long to be human—coiled around the glans, squeezing it, sliding over the slit, and drenching everything in cold, thick saliva.

"Watch your teeth," Ethan instructed, his voice coming out lower than he intended.

A strange sensation was taking over his body as that beautiful vampire milked his cock with her mouth.

She clearly had no experience. Her fangs grazed his sensitive skin once, twice, and her rhythm was clumsy—more hunger than technique.

Still, it was enough to make Ethan grip the sofa’s armrest tightly, his fingers digging into the upholstery.

His free hand slid down to her golden hair, his fingers getting lost in those soft, silky strands, caressing them gently as that cold, tight mouth took him deeper and deeper, slowly warming around him.

Carmilla had barely swallowed a fraction of his member and was already choking.

Her throat spasmed around the glans, and her eyes welled up with tears that streamed down and smeared her dark eyeliner into thin lines across her pale cheeks.

Still, she forced herself to continue.

Centimeter by centimeter, she swallowed more and more of the shaft, that thick, pale, veiny cylinder forcing its way down her tight throat, its bulge clearly visible against her slender neck. Every swallow clamped around him like a cold fist.

Wet, obscene sounds escaped her with every thrust. Muffled gags, forced swallows, the slick squelch of pooling saliva.

Her large breasts swung with every bob of her head, the heavy mounds rocking forward and back, slapping softly against each other with a muted clap of flesh.

She didn’t stop. Not until her lips touched Ethan’s groin, her nose pressed against his warm skin, every centimeter of that cock buried in her throat.

Ethan exhaled through clenched teeth, his hand in her hair tightening involuntarily.

Carmilla stayed there for a moment, her throat pulsing around him, before slowly pulling back.

The shaft slid out glistening, covered in saliva that dripped in strands down the vampire’s chin and onto the swell of her breasts, the cold drops sliding into the deep valley between them.

The head left the tight grip of her mouth with a wet pop, and a thread of drool still connected the tip to her red lips as she looked up at him.

"Ah~ my dear husband is simply delicious..." She ran her tongue over her lips, wiping away the saliva, her fangs appearing in a dangerous smile. "I confess... it is terribly difficult to resist taking a bite."

"I have no problem with you drinking my blood. I hold no prejudice against my wives," Ethan said, without a trace of shame on his face. "But I’d prefer that, from my cock, you only drink the white essence. You can drink the red one from my neck."

Carmilla froze for a second, blinking as if she couldn’t believe what she’d heard.

Then she burst into laughter—shrill and sweet at the same time—her noble, sensual voice echoing through the room.

Her shoulders shook with it, and her heavy breasts quivered along with them, the pale flesh trembling in small, soft ripples as they bumped against one another, the pink tips wobbling with every giggle.

"Hm~~" She grabbed Ethan’s cock with both hands, her cold, slender fingers barely able to wrap around its thickness.

She pressed the shaft against her cheek, rubbing her face along its sticky length like a cat marking its territory, and gazed at it up close, her cool breath brushing against his damp skin.

"Your soul is a curious thing, did you know? Well... you are rather strange in general, but your soul is... hm..."

She gripped his cock between her hands, both sliding along the veiny shaft, her saliva letting her palms glide over it with a soft, wet sound.

She stroked him at a slow rhythm as she spoke, her gaze studying Ethan’s face as if trying to read something written in a forgotten language.

That look was a little uncomfortable. But Ethan didn’t care.

"I’m strange? You’re the one sucking off a guy you just met," Ethan replied, raising an eyebrow.

"Hm... I suppose that is true." She planted a lingering kiss on the tip, leaving another red lipstick mark there. "Perhaps I am a touch peculiar myself."

Then she started moving again, this time with force and intensity.

Her hands pumped up and down his shaft in a hungry rhythm, her wrists twisting slightly, her cold palms gliding over his hot skin as she felt his cock throb and harden even more between her fingers.

The sound of the handjob filled the silence between them, sticky and constant, and the bulging veins brushed against her palms with every stroke.

Her breasts swayed in time with her arms, the soft mounds bouncing lazily against each other with every pump.

Her lips closed in a tight seal around the tip. Her tongue pressed against the slit as she sucked hard, and then she just waited, her hands working nonstop, until finally Ethan’s hips jerked.

A low grunt tore out of him, his grip tightening in her hair as he came.

The first spurt hit the roof of her mouth directly.

All that semen—rich with Ethan’s divine essence—gushed out in thick, hot spurts, one after another.

Carmilla felt the creamy, viscous liquid spread across her tongue, thick enough to cling to everything it touched and slide slowly down her throat.

Her high, noble cheeks swelled, filled with cum, and her throat worked, swallowing nonstop, her neck rippling with every gulp.

Her eyes suddenly widened.

This was even better than Ethan’s blood!

Vampires, in fact, didn’t need blood to survive. They could eat ordinary food and wouldn’t even burn in the sun.

They did grow weaker during the day, though, and blood was the perfect fuel to boost their power.

Even wine could boost a vampire’s strength to a certain extent, but blood—human and elven blood in particular—was the best of all.

Still, of all the blood she had ever tasted in her long life—even Ethan’s, which was by far the most delicious—nothing compared to the semen now flooding her mouth.

Carmilla didn’t waste a single drop.

She sucked hard on Ethan’s cock, her cheeks hollowing, one hand sliding down to massage his full balls, rolling them in her cool palm, squeezing and tugging gently, draining everything they had to offer.

When his cock finally slipped from her lips—already half-soft and glistening with saliva—she stood up with a sensual smile.

She turned her back to Ethan, taking her time, letting him get a good look at the curve of that plump, pale ass.

The full cheeks shifted against each other in a slow, weighty wobble as her hips turned, each one settling a beat after the other, the soft flesh quivering faintly before going still.

Then she sat down on his lap.

Her buttocks spread over his thighs—soft and voluminous—the cool flesh flattening under her own weight and bulging outward at the sides, molding around his semi-erect cock and trapping it between her ass and her thick thighs.

She gave a lazy wiggle, the plump cheeks rolling over his lap in a slow, heavy sway, just to feel the shaft slide through the cleft between her thighs.

She let her head fall back, resting it against Ethan’s powerful chest. Her golden hair spread across his shoulder, and her scent—something ancient, sweet, and cold like a winter night—rose to his nose.

For a moment, the two of them were silent.

There was only the sound of his deep breathing returning to normal, and the warmth of his body gradually seeping into her icy skin.

"Fuufufufu~ I am aware this was rather sudden, my Emperor, but I have been a virgin for nearly ten thousand years... have you any notion how terrible it was to wait all this time?" she asked, nestling into Ethan’s chest as his arms wrapped around her, holding her close.

His forearms rested just below those heavy, round breasts, lifting them slightly, and he felt their full weight settle onto his arms—soft, cold, the pliant flesh spilling over his muscles.

One of his hands slid down her smooth stomach, the skin cool and flawless under his palm, his warm fingers tracing the curve of her waist. Carmilla let out a satisfied sigh.

"Well then, shall we introduce ourselves properly?" She raised a hand and caressed his face from bottom to top, her cold fingers tracing the line of his jaw.

"I am Carmilla Veyrath, matriarch of House Veyrath and sovereign of all creatures of the night and the Eternal Mountain... my empire and every last one of my subjects now belong to you, my Emperor."

And just like that, without lifting a finger, Ethan gained an ancient empire.

Decaying, weakened by the millennia most of its inhabitants had spent in slumber, yet still powerful.

Above all, it was an empire that ruled one of the regions richest in metallic resources in the entire world of Estria—a region that even the dwarves envied.

In the blink of an eye, he had made Carmilla his wife, and he was eager to see what rewards came with having a being of her caliber at his side.