Consciousness returned slowly, dragging itself up from the abyss of pain.
Kael's eyes snapped open.
There was no grogginess. No confusion. There was only the burn. A dry, scraping fire in his throat that eclipsed the agony of his shattered ribs and punctured lung. The Dhampir bloodline, having tasted the power of the Tribulation, was roaring for fuel to repair the damage.
He sat up abruptly. The stone slab he had been laying on cracked under the sudden movement.
"Master!" Morgan's voice was thick with worry. She was kneeling beside him, a wet cloth in her hands. "You've been out for ten hours. Your heartbeat was so faint, I thought—"
Kael didn't hear the rest.
His senses locked onto the pulse in her neck. It was a drumbeat. A beacon. The blood rushing beneath her pale skin smelled like nectar and liquid fire.
He moved.
He didn't speak. He didn't ask. He lunged.
His hand shot out, grabbing Morgan by the back of the neck and slamming her down onto the dusty floor of the ruin. She gasped, the wet cloth flying from her hand.
"Master—!"
Kael's face hovered over hers. His eyes, usually heterochromatic, were now dyed a deep, terrifying crimson. His lips peeled back, revealing the elongated canines of a predator.
"Hungry," he rasped, his voice sounding like grinding stones.
He didn't wait for permission. He didn't wait for the slave bond to compel her. He buried his face in the crook of her neck.
His fangs pierced the skin.
Puncture.
"AHH!" Morgan screamed, her back arching off the ground.
The taste was electric. Morgan's A-Rank blood was rich, saturated with the vitality of the Whitmore line. It flooded Kael's mouth, hot and coppery.
He drank. Greedily. Sloppily.
[DEVOUR: BLOOD ROUTE]
SYSTEM NOTIFICATION
High-Grade Vitality Detected.
Initiating Emergency Repair.
Tissue Regeneration: Accelerated.
Kael's broken ribs began to knit with audible clicks. The gash in his lung sealed. The charred skin on his arm flaked away, revealing new, pink flesh underneath.
Morgan's struggles ceased. Her screams turned into breathless, shuddering moans. Her hands, which had instinctively pushed against his chest, now tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.
"Yes... drink... take it all..." she whimpered, her eyes rolling back. The pain of the bite had triggered her conditioning, converting the agony into a twisted, euphoric pleasure. "Fill yourself, Master."
Alaric Vance stood by the entrance of the chamber, holding a scanning wand. His jaw was on the floor.
He watched the scene—the monster boy pinning the CEO of the Whitmore empire to the ground, draining her life force, while she lay there like a docile bitch in heat, moaning for more.
Unbelievable, Alaric thought, his mind racing. I've seen slave brands. I've seen mental breaks. But this... this is primal. He didn't break her mind. He broke her soul. She worships him.
The scanner in Alaric's hand started beeping frantically as Kael's life signs skyrocketed.
"He's stabilizing," Alaric muttered to himself. "But the cellular damage... he needs more than just blood to fully recover from a Divine Tribulation."
As if hearing the scientist's thoughts, Kael pulled his mouth away from Morgan's neck. The wound healed instantly, leaving only two red dots.
Kael looked down at her. His eyes were still red, but the hunger hadn't faded. It had shifted.
The blood had repaired the internal damage, but his body demanded essence. It demanded the raw energy of life.
He grabbed the collar of Morgan's silk blouse. RIIIP.
The fabric tore away, exposing her heaving chest. Her breasts were full, heavy, straining against the lace of her bra.
"Milk," Kael growled, the word vibrating in his chest. "I need milk."
He ripped the bra away and latched onto her nipple.
"OH GOD!" Morgan cried out, her legs wrapping around his waist.
The milk was sweet, warm, and packed with concentrated nutrients. It was the perfect catalyst for the [Soul Resonance Dual Cultivation]. Kael sucked hard, drinking deep.
SYSTEM NOTIFICATION
Dhampir Evolution Progress: 30%.
Stamina: 80%.
Kael's hands roamed down her body, tearing away her skirt and undergarments until she was bare beneath him. He pulled his mouth away from her breast, a string of white milk connecting his lips to her nipple.
He looked at her face—flushed, tear-streaked, and utterly devoted.
"I need more," he grunted.
Morgan knew what he needed. Her hands, trembling with need, went to his waistband. She unbuckled his belt, yanking his pants down. His cock, hard and throbbing, sprang free.
She wrapped her hand around the shaft, stroking him furiously. "Yes, Master. Take me. Use me to heal."
Alaric cleared his throat loudly.
"You know," he said, turning his back to them and walking toward the exit of the ruin. "I have... samples to analyze. Outside. In the cold. Where it is not... indecent."
He scrambled out of the chamber, muttering about "youth these days" and "lack of professional decorum."
Kael didn't even acknowledge the scientist's departure.
He pushed Morgan's hand away and positioned himself between her legs. The head of his cock pressed against her entrance. She was soaking wet, ready.
"System," Kael commanded mentally. "Initiate Dual Cultivation. Mode: Symbiotic."
Usually, Kael drained his partners dry. But Morgan was an A-Rank. She was a valuable asset. An asset needed to be maintained. He would let the energy flow both ways this time. He would feed her some of the ambient mana he had absorbed from the Tribulation, while taking her vitality.
SYSTEM ALERT
Soul Resonance Active.
Mode: Symbiotic Sharing.
Warning: Host is still unstable. Proceed with caution.
Kael thrust forward.
PAM!
"AAAAHHH!"
Morgan screamed as he filled her completely. The sensation was amplified by the soul link. She didn't just feel the physical penetration; she felt the rush of his power flowing into her, mingling with her own mana.
Kael began to move. He wasn't gentle. He was utilizing the sex as a medical procedure, a desperate reclaiming of his peak condition.
He pinned her wrists above her head and pounded into her with the force of a battering ram.
PAM! PAM! PAM!
"YES! HARDER!" Morgan begged, her hips bucking to meet his thrusts. "BREAK ME, MASTER!"
Kael leaned down, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss. He tasted like her blood and her milk.
"You're mine," he growled against her lips. "Say it."
"I'M YOURS! I'M YOUR SLAVE! I'M YOUR WHORE!"
The energy in the room began to swirl. The purple lightning outside seemed to pause, watching as the monster on the ground refueled himself through the act of lust.
Kael groaned, feeling his strength returning in full. The soreness in his muscles vanished. The cracks in his bones sealed completely.
He flipped her over.
"Get on your knees."
Morgan scrambled to comply, presenting her ass to him. She arched her back, looking back at him with hungry eyes.
"Please, Master... don't stop."
Kael grabbed her hips. He lined himself up and slammed back in.
The wet, slapping sounds of flesh against flesh echoed off the stone walls of the ruin, mixing with the crackling of the dying fire and Morgan's incessant moaning.
He reached around, cupping her breast, squeezing it until more milk sprayed onto the dusty floor.
"I'm going to fill you," Kael grunted, his pace becoming erratic. "I'm going to fill you until you can't walk."
"DO IT! FILL ME!"
[SOUL RESONANCE: CLIMAX]
They peaked together.
Kael roared, burying himself to the hilt as he exploded inside her. Simultaneously, a wave of white mana flowed from him into her, mingling with the flood of his essence.
SYSTEM NOTIFICATION
Vitality: 100%.
Mana Reserves: Stabilized.
Target: Morgan Whitmore - Level Up!
Morgan Level: 167 -> 169.
Morgan's Affection: ABSOLUTE.
Morgan collapsed onto the floor, her body twitching from the intensity of the orgasm and the sudden influx of level-ups. She lay in a puddle of sweat and milk, a stupid, satisfied smile on her face.
But Kael wasn't done.
He pulled out, his cock still hard. The Dhampir bloodline, having tasted the power of the Tribulation, was insatiable. He wanted more. He needed to cement his recovery.
He looked at the trembling woman on the floor.
"Again," he said.
Morgan whimpered, turning over to face him. She opened her legs willingly.
"Use me, Master. Use me until you're satisfied."