"Revive her, huh..."
Her words hung in the air, painting pictures of loyalty and sacrifice, but before I could probe deeper, a sharp pain lanced through my skull.
It started as a twinge behind my eyes, then exploded into a severe headache, like shards of glass grinding in my temples.
I groaned, low and guttural, my hands flying to my head, fingers clenching tight against my scalp.
The world tilted, colors bleeding at the edges, and the teacup slipped from my grasp.
It shattered on the tiled floor below, porcelain fragments scattering like brittle stars, the amber liquid pooling in dark rivulets that soaked into the carpet.
'My Lord!' Elysiana's voice cut through the haze, laced with concern that tugged at my heart.
She rose swiftly, her skirt fluttering, and was before me in an instant, gloved hands cupping my face, tilting it upward.
Her touch was warm and steady, thumbs brushing my cheeks with feather-light pressure, grounding me amid the storm.
Through the pain, I met her blindfolded gaze—or felt it, anyway—and saw her lips part in worry. My vision flickered, red light pulsing in my eyes, casting erratic shadows across her porcelain skin.
'Your eyes...,' she whispered, her breath warm against my forehead, carrying that smoky rose scent.
'The forced awakening put quite a toll on your body. Let me ease it.'
Before I could protest, she moved with fluid grace, straddling my lap, her legs parting to settle on either side of my hips.
The sofa dipped under her weight, her soft body pressing against mine—warm, yielding curves molding to my frame through the layers of fabric.
The white skirt draped over us like a veil, her thigh-highs brushing my legs with lacy friction, the heat of her core radiating through.
My hands instinctively gripped her waist, the latex bustier smooth under my palms, her waist narrow and inviting.
She leaned in, her red hair cascading like a fiery waterfall, framing us in intimacy. With grace, her fingers worked at the fastenings of her dress, unbuttoning the top—hooks giving way with soft clicks, the black dress parting like midnight silk.
It fell open, revealing the pristine white expanse of her neck, smooth and unmarred
My gaze sloping into the generous swell of her breasts, barely contained now, rising with each quickened breath. The skin there glowed in the ruby light, flawless, begging for touch.
A sharp hunger surged in me, unbidden, and I felt my fangs peek out, elongating against my will, the tips grazing my lower lip. The headache throbbed in time with my pulse, but her nearness dulled it, promising relief.
Elysiana's hand slid behind my head, gloved fingers threading through my hair, urging me forward with gentle insistence.
'Drink from me, My Lord,' she breathed, her voice husky, trembling with anticipation.
'My blood should soothe the pain.'
I wasted no time, the primal need overriding thought. My mouth found her neck, lips brushing the warm pulse there, and I sank my fangs in—a sharp pierce that drew a soft moan from her throat.
Her blood flooded my senses, rich and intoxicating, tasting of rose and wild honey, sliding down like liquid fire that chased away the pain.
"Ahg♡~"She trembled against me, body arching slightly, a shiver rippling through her curves as pleasure bloomed.
"Ehug♡~ Haaa♡~ Haaa♡~"
As I drank deeper, her whimpers filled the air, soft and breathy, each pull eliciting a gasp that vibrated against my chest.
Her neck flushed red, a delicate blush spreading like dawn over snow, warm under my lips.
She raised her hand behind me and patted my head tenderly, fingers stroking in encouragement, while the other clutched my shoulder, nails digging lightly through my shirt.
Vitality surged through me, the headache receding like mist before sun, my body awakening to her softness—the plush press of her breasts against me, the subtle shift of her hips.
She pressed closer, deliberately now, her nipples hardened, evident through the undone bustier, twin peaks of firmness brushing my chest, sending sparks of desire racing across my skin.
Her breathing grew ragged, pants escaping in warm puffs against my ear, interspersed with occasional moans—low, throaty sounds that made my blood roar.
Time stretched in the intimacy, several minutes feeling like an eternity of shared essence.
Her scent enveloped me fully, smoke and desire mingling with the metallic sweetness on my tongue.
When I finally pulled back, fangs retracting with a reluctant slide, a thin trail of blood lingered on her skin, which she didn't wipe away.
"Hayan♡~"
Elysiana buried her face in my shoulder, inhaling deeply, her body still trembling faintly against mine. The cart's sudden sway rocked us together, her warmth a balm.
'Are you... alright?' I asked, concern threading my voice, my hands still on her waist, feeling the rapid flutter of her pulse.
"Umm♡~"
She let out softly, muffled against my neck, her breath hot and uneven.
'Please, My Lord... let me stay like this, just for a while. Your touch...'
I said nothing, content to hold her, the ruby light dancing across her exposed skin, the world outside forgotten in this cocoon of tenderness.
After a minute, the driver's voice rang out, clear and respectful.
'We have reached our destination, Priestess.'
Elysiana stirred, lifting herself slowly, her bare chest flashing before me—perky breasts rising with the motion, nipples hard and beautifully cherry red, standing erect in the cool air of the cart, a testament to her lingering arousal.
The sight hit me like a wave, heat flooding my face.
I averted my gaze, cheeks burning slightly, focusing on the shattered teacup instead.
She refastened her bustier with unhurried grace, the latex snapping back into place, then extended her hand once more.
'Come, My Lord.'
We stepped out, the night air cool and salty now, carrying the tang of the sea. I was mesmerized by the sight unfolding before us.
Perched atop a rugged hill, a gothic castle loomed, its spires piercing the starlit sky like jagged obsidian teeth, walls of dark stone veined with silver that gleamed under the moon.
Windows glowed with warm amber light, hinting at life within, and gargoyles perched sentinel, their forms both menacing and majestic.
Beside the hill stretched an endless sea, shimmering with moonlight, waves lapping rhythmically against the cliffs, their foam like lace in the silver glow.
Below the hill sprawled an elegant city, streets winding like veins through buildings of graceful arches and tiled roofs, lanterns flickering like fireflies, the whole scene a tapestry of shadowed beauty and refined allure.
Elysiana bowed slightly, her red hair spilling forward, the halo casting a crimson tint on the ground.
'Welcome, Lord Nyxus Noah Evernight, to the Mooncrest Empire. and from now...."
"Your Empire."