Chapter 332: I am dying to offer myself to you, my lord
Damon scratched his head. He did not know how they suddenly ended up here. While he was desperate to learn more about everything, he was definitely sure he was not ready to start a random family with a random snake whom he had only just met today.
Clearly, having children meant very different things for him and the snake. It felt shitty to reject her, but it had to be done.
"Let’s wait. Wait for some time to see if there are other better ways to get back your memories." Damon shook his head.
Erin looked a little startled to hear that answer. "My lord, I should tell you that even if you impregnate me, it would take at least a thousand years for any progeny to appear. So if your concern is my offspring, I would gladly kill them all before they ever draw breath, if that is your wish."
Damon just stared at her, momentarily at a loss for words. "You... really didn’t have to phrase it like that," he muttered, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He wasn’t sure if her statement was horrifying, absurd, or just her twisted way of trying to reassure him. Probably all three.
The massive serpent didn’t seem to notice his discomfort. Her tone was almost reverent, as if she’d just made the most reasonable offer in the world.
"My existence belongs to you now, my lord. Any life born of me would be an extension of your will, nothing more. If you desired it, they would not be allowed to exist. If you desired it, they would inherit the world at your feet."
"My Lord... I only need a little bit of your blood to complete the ritual. I do not need anything else from you. From all the prisoners I have been capturing for the past several years, I know that some races prefer a mating dance before impregnation. If you wish, you can use my body any way you please."
Before Damon even had time to register her words, the massive beast in front of him once again shifted to a humanoid form. But this time, no robe or hood was covering her body and face.
Standing in front of Damon was a stark naked peerless beauty, her eyes particularly soul-capturing. Even the faint pattern of scales tracing her shoulders and thighs only made her seem more otherworldly. She didn’t flinch under his gaze, didn’t avert her eyes or hide her body.
Damon gulped, unable to avert his eyes from the dangerously beautiful snake. The passionate look on her face made it even more impossible to ignore her. She was asking for it in the most seductive way possible and somehow it was not off-putting at all.
"My lord." Her lips parted as she seductively walked closer. "My lord, please accept me as your vessel." She then tilted her head, revealing her slender neck and the veins of blood flowing underneath. "Please taste me, my lord," she breathed, voice a low, sultry hiss that slid along his spine.
Damon didn’t move for a heartbeat, every instinct torn between caution and the primal pull of her invitation.
His jaw tightened, his fangs itching beneath his gums, the scent of her blood now curling into his senses like smoke through a keyhole. It was rich, intoxicating, far too tempting. Damon forced a breath through his nose, heat crawling up the back of his neck.
The woman was now standing so close that Damon could feel the warmth radiating from her skin. Her soft mounds hovered just inches from his chest, close enough that the slightest shift forward would have them press against him.
A droplet of water slid down the smooth curve of her collarbone, tracing the faint shimmer of scales before disappearing into the shadows between them. Damon’s throat tightened. He told himself to step back, to reclaim the space between them, yet his feet refused to move.
The venomous pool hissed quietly behind them, the sound almost lost beneath the pounding in his ears. Damon’s fingers twitched at his sides, his instincts pulling him in two directions at once. He was also very painfully aware that both of them were completely naked at the moment.
And his general did not make things easy. He was a simple-minded man. He stood straight for those who pleased him. However, Damon had many other things to consider. He simply could not think of children at the moment, let alone with someone like her.
Even if it would take a thousand years... that kind of commitment to someone... it made him at least want to think twice about everything.
Erin, on the other hand, seemed pretty determined to achieve her goals. She tilted her head ever so slightly, exposing the elegant line of her throat, the slow pulse that beckoned like a drumbeat. "Taste me," she murmured again. "I am dying to offer myself to you, my lord. Please take my blood as tribute."
Damon’s heart raced. On one side, her beauty was overwhelming. On the other side, the smell of her blood was simply intoxicating.
His pulse thundered in his ears, each beat syncing with the hypnotic rhythm of her slow, steady breathing. The intoxicating pull of her blood made it hard to think, each inhalation a struggle between logic and desire.
Fuck it. He was a vampire, and there was no reason why he needed to refuse a simple drink as long as he learned to control himself and stop with just a drink.
Slowly, Damon stepped forward, closing the final inches between them. His hand rose, fingers brushing the side of her neck, skin warming beneath his touch. Erin’s breath caught, her pupils dilating into wide, dark pools.
"You wanted me to taste you..." His voice was low. "That I’ll accept. No children. Just blood."
Erin’s lips parted, but no words came. She simply tilted her head further, baring herself completely. Damon didn’t hesitate this time. His fangs slid down, sharp and ready, and he sank them into her offered vein.
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