The Conquerors Path

Time passed by in a flash as the fallen Nyla on my lap slowly started to open her eyes, those red orbs focusing on me. The moment they met my eyes, they lit up like fireflies as she spoke with a loving voice.

"Master..."

This made me a bit surprised as I asked her.

"Why am I your master?"

"Because..."

She responded with a battle-hungry smile, but that became linear as it was soon filled with gentle love, an expression I never thought I would see from Nyla.

'Is my blood that powerful?'

I asked.

'In normal circumstances, it would only make her extremely addicted to you, to a point that she would be unable to live without you, master. But you also have the inheritance of my father and are connected to me...'

Farah replied. To this, a thoughtful look took over me.

'But how does it really work?'

I asked.

'Your blood affects those of bloodsuckers on a soul-like level. Within the deepest mark of their data center of the soul, and within that soul, the mark of their master and progenitor belongs to my father and, in a way, me. By drinking your blood, it awakens the code of slavery programmed within her...'

Her answers gave me more insight as I spoke.

'Continue.'

'Basically, when your blood, marked with my father's soul, enters inside Nyla, it activates the written code of rulership deep within her soul. It's a binding connection that can never be broken. To her mind and self, you shall be the ultimate ruler to her...'

'Um... Can I command any and all vampires?'

I asked about certain new plans brewing in me.

'If you are to completely accept the legacy of my father, then yes. But it won't be like this girl's. You shall command them, but their inner 'will' shall exist. It wouldn't be a level of soul acceptance, for after your demise, they shall be free...'

Farah replied, her words reminding me of how powerful I could be if given the perfect details and plans.

'Looks like my expansion of power into the demon realm shall be boosted up a bit...'

All the information that Farah gave me is enough for me to understand how much I owe Nyla. In fact, I can bend her life in a thought, yet Nyla will happily die so with a smile on her face even if I did something like that.

However that is still not the end, for I am not just her master but also her mate, she marked me as such, making me her master first and her husband second. My eyes gained a certain hue as I looked at the obedient Nyla on my lap, looking at me with reverence and deep love. Her true identity and character still exist, it's just that a code of mine as her master has now been added to her.

"If I am your master first, then what am I second, to you?"

My question brought a shy blush to Nyla's face, but she wasn't one to back away from things as she responded with a happy tone.

"You are my husband second..."

She spoke with a dreamy look, which earned a chuckle from me. This scenario is the best for me. If I am just her lover, then I would have to work hard to keep her mouth shut, especially when she is among the best friends of Elda and has a very straightforward relationship. I know for sure that she would spill her information to Elda if things came to be.

"From now onwards, keep the relationship between us a secret and always act how you normally do when we meet in public."

I commanded, and Nyla happily nodded her head, eager to do as I spoke. Seeing her compliance, I paused for a moment, relishing the anticipation that was building between us. Her moderate breasts pressed sensuously against my chest as her shy eyes remained locked onto mine.

Feeling the magnetic pull between us, I leaned in closer, my lips almost brushing against her ear, and whispered in a sultry tone, "And if you do a good job, I will reward you, both as your master and your husband."

My warm breath against her ear sent shivers down her spine, and I could feel her heartbeat quicken as she trembled in my arms. I could sense her desire, her yearning for more than just the ordinary. And I was determined to give it to her.

I leaned closer, my lips just brushing the soft skin of her neck. The touch of her warm flesh against my lips sent an electric spark through my body, and I was certain she felt the same. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensations.

With a low growl, I pressed my lips to hers. It was a deep, passionate kiss, one that she eagerly returned. My tongue slipped past her lips, seeking out hers. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer. Our bodies were pressed together, our lips and tongues dancing in a passionate frenzy.

I slid my hands down her back, cupping her firm buttocks and squeezing gently. A small moan escaped her lips, and I knew she was enjoying it as much as I was. My lips trailed down her neck, finding the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. I bit down softly, eliciting a gasp of pleasure.

With a grin, I pulled back and admired the look of passion on her face. She was beautiful, her eyes glazed with desire, her cheeks flushed. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her nipples hard and erect. Her breath was coming in short, shallow gasps.

I could see the desire in her eyes, the need for me to take her, to ravish her, to give her the pleasure she craved.

My fingers brushed against the wetness between her legs, and a low groan escaped her lips. She was ready, more than ready, but I was not about to rush things.

"Tell me, my dear slave, what is it that you want?" I whispered, my voice husky with lust.

Nyla's eyes were wide with desire, and her breathing was ragged. "I want you," she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper.

Hearing so my fingers traced a scorching path along Nyla's alabaster skin, her chest pressed enticingly to mine. As her master and husband, it was my sacred duty to quench her insatiable thirst for both my blood and my ardor. The air hummed with a heady anticipation, and we both knew we were teetering on the precipice of a passion that transcended mortal desire.

Nyla's deep, crimson lips parted in a sensuous sigh as I continued my deliberate exploration of her body. Every inch of her was a symphony of desire, a testament to the allure of the forbidden. Her eyes, dark pools of yearning, bore into mine, a silent plea for more.

My hands moved with agonizing slowness, each touch igniting a fire within her, stoking the flames of her vampiric lust. I reveled in the control I held over her, the knowledge that she needed me, not just for my life-giving blood, but for the intoxicating pleasures I could bestow.

With a teasing, deliberate slowness, I began to explore her body. My hands trailed down her sides, my fingers dancing along her curves. Nyla's skin was cool to the touch, a reminder of her vampiric nature, and the contrast with my own warmth added to the intoxicating sensations that were building between us.

I leaned in, pressing my lips to her neck, planting soft, lingering kisses along her pale skin. My tongue traced a tantalizing path, tasting her, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my lips. Nyla let out a soft, almost imperceptible moan, her fingers curling around my arms as she surrendered to the heady pleasure I was providing.

I continued my sensual exploration, my hands sliding lower, tracing the contours of her body, knowing precisely where to touch to elicit the most exquisite responses. Nyla's breathing became increasingly ragged, and I could sense the tension building within her, her desire growing more intense with each passing moment.

The chair beneath us creaked slightly as I adjusted my position, allowing Nyla to straddle my lap better. Our bodies were now intimately entwined, and the seductive dance of our hands and lips continued, each touch and kiss pushing the boundaries of pleasure and passion.

My fingers gently traced the contours of her neck, my touch sending shivers down her spine. Nyla's breath hitched, and I could feel her heart racing as I continued to explore her delicate skin. She was an innocent, uncharted territory, and I was the explorer, eager to map every inch of her sensuous landscape.

Moving lower, my hand slid down her back, caressing the soft curve of her waist, before venturing up to cup her breasts. Her body quivered at my touch, and I could hear the faintest moan escape her lips. I leaned down to capture her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss, my tongue teasing hers, as I continued to knead her breasts, her nipples hardening against my palms.

Nyla's body surrendered to my every touch, and I reveled in the newfound confidence she was gaining with each passing second. My fingers trailed down her abdomen, tracing a path to her thighs. I lifted her onto my lap, allowing her to straddle me, her core pressing against my hardness, a delicious friction igniting between us.

Our kisses grew more urgent, our tongues dancing together as I gently squeezed her thighs. I knew this was a journey of pleasure and discovery for Nyla, and I was determined to be her guide, her master. My lips moved from her mouth to her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, as I whispered, "Let me show you how much pleasure I can give you, my sweet, sweet Nyla."

The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us in our world of desire and yearning. Nyla, my vampire princess, and I, her devoted master and husband, were entangled

I sensually caressed Nyla's neck, feeling the softness of her skin beneath my fingertips.

I continued my exploration, sliding my hand down her back, tracing every curve and contour, making her shiver in anticipation, I gently cupped Nyla's breasts, kneading them with expert precision, causing her to gasp and moan softly.

Our passionate kiss deepened, our tongues dancing in a tantalizing tango, while my fingers continued to play with her sensitive nipples. Moving lower, my hand traveled down Nyla's abdomen, tracing a path to her inner thighs, teasing her with each stroke.

Nyla's body surrendered to the sensations, her innocent curiosity blossoming into an awakening of desire.

My lips left a trail of fire along her neck, whispering seductive promises, "So if you want to feel more of this, play nice with your master....."

Saying so, I placed the dazed Nyla back in the bed, made myself presentable, and left the room. My eyes met the maid, her gaze looking at me strangely as she started to lead me out of the room. This maid, with her powers, had tried to see what was happening inside the room, and Farah controlled her mind to show her a scene that I had described to Farah before.

'Don't be too rough...'

As I said so, I could feel Farah leave my body. I wasn't worried for Nyla, as all Farah wanted to do was show that she was the first one to me, the very first blood user for me. In terms of status, she wants to show that she is above Nyla both in love and usefulness to me.

This is good in a way for me, as I will get Nyla more controlled. Also, even if I want to, there is no stopping it. By status, Nyla will have to take a knee to Farah. Moreover, Farah might hide it, but I know the little schemes she is planning on doing by taking in Nyla. After all, no thoughts of Farah can be blocked or hidden from me.

And I didn't stop Farah, for what she wants to do is very useful to me, and it's good that Farah is learning to accept her status as a ruler. Sooner or later, her full arrogance will be unleashed, and her thinking for the better is only good for me.

'Though it would seem her thoughts are only to make me the best or to give me the best...'

So how can I say no to something like that?