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Inside the palace, the air was thick with tension—cold, electric, and ready to snap.
Queen Carmilla broke the silence, voice smooth as silk but laced with calculation.
"Red Emperor, how about we renegotiate? I can offer you any beautiful woman you desire. Even Elmenhilde—take her, if you wish."
She let the offer hang, eyes unreadable. "Beauty, poise, talent—Elmenhilde is the pride of my new generation. She's yours, if that's what it takes."
Tenra's lips curled in a sardonic smile.
"Your Majesty, Elmenhilde trusts you implicitly. Selling her off so casually—don't you think that's beneath you?"
He let the sarcasm drip. Carmilla's willingness to barter loyalty for convenience said everything about her.
Carmilla shrugged, her tone flat and regal.
"A subject's devotion to her queen is her birthright. Besides, after all that's happened, the girl worships you. If I gave her to you, she'd probably thank me for it."
Tenra shook his head, amusement flickering in his eyes.
"Elmenhilde is tempting, I'll admit. But…"
Carmilla leaned forward, hope glinting for a moment—
Tenra's smile sharpened.
"But I want you, Your Majesty. Not your subjects."
Carmilla's expression darkened, anger flickering beneath her icy composure.
"You're persistent, Red Emperor. Push too far, and you may regret it."
Her threat was clear as crystal.
Tenra's eyes narrowed, voice low and unyielding.
"No—if I let you go, that's what I'd regret."
He stepped forward, impatience rising.
"Enough games. Pay me what you owe. Now. No more stalling."
Carmilla's gaze turned glacial. She knew Tenra wouldn't back down. If she had another way out, she'd take it—but her options were gone. The price for her last resort was steep, the risk even greater. But Tenra had forced her hand.
Damn Red Emperor. Why couldn't he just accept what I offered and leave?
Fine. I'll make you pay for this.
She smiled—a smile that could melt glaciers and freeze blood. Her entire presence shimmered with dangerous allure.
"Come, Red Emperor. From this moment, I am yours."
Tenra's grin widened. "Should've started with that, my Queen."
He closed the distance, lifting Carmilla's chin with gentle authority and claimed her lips in a searing kiss.
A flash of fury and shame crossed her eyes, but Carmilla held herself together. This was her moment. She had one chance—she'd wait until Tenra was at his weakest.
Tenra didn't notice her tension. He was too busy savoring every inch of her, drawing out the moment with slow, deliberate hunger. He tasted her lips, then swept her into his arms, carrying her to the palace's lavish jade bed.
Carmilla was stunning—every bit as breathtaking as Gabriel or Grayfia. Any other man would have lost control. Tenra felt the heat, but forced himself to take his time. The finer the feast, the slower it should be enjoyed.
He undressed her, layer by fiery layer, and traced her body with lips and hands, savoring every shiver and gasp.
"Mmm…"
Electricity raced through Carmilla—flustered, embarrassed, and above all, humiliated.
To be touched like this, to be claimed—damn him! Damn the Red Emperor!
Tenra was oblivious to her turmoil, lost in the pleasure of conquest.
"Enough teasing," Carmilla finally snapped, unable to bear his slow torment. "If you're going to do it, hurry up!"
Tenra paused, then laughed softly.
"As you wish, my Queen."
With foreplay complete, he lifted her legs and entered her in one smooth, powerful motion.
For a heartbeat, Carmilla's mind went blank. Her crimson eyes widened, filling with shock and pleasure.
"Ahhhh!"
Elsewhere, the vampires of the city were busy clearing away the remains of the Evil Dragons, rebuilding their shattered home. Their gratitude for the Red Emperor ran deep.
None of them could imagine that their savior was, at that very moment, locked in a wild, decadent embrace with their queen.
This time, there was no gentleness—only storm and fire. Tenra ravaged Carmilla, and her cries echoed through the palace, raw and unrestrained.
"No… this isn't how it's supposed to be!"
"Damn you, Red Emperor! Damn you!"
"I'm the vampire queen—how can I surrender to a mere man?"
"Ahhhh!"
Carmilla raged inside, but the waves of pleasure battered her defenses, scattering her will.
This wasn't the plan. She was supposed to strike back when Tenra let his guard down. But at this rate, she'd lose herself before she could act.
No. She had to resist. She had to wait for her chance.
One hour. Two. Three…
Tenra claimed her again and again, exploring every inch, every angle, every forbidden pleasure. Carmilla's initial resistance melted into desire. Soon, she was matching him—demanding, begging, taking as much as she gave. They tangled together, filling the palace with the sounds of their passion.
At last, Tenra let out a low, guttural roar, releasing inside her.
Carmilla felt a surge of heat explode within, and suddenly—clarity.
Now. This was the moment.
Her fangs lengthened; she struck, biting deep into Tenra's neck.
She'd finally seized her chance. Triumph blazed in her eyes.
Damn you, Red Emperor.
Become my slave!
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