SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 408

Chapter 408: Feast for the Blood God

At the far edge of the shoals, the water opened into a vast lagoon. The sea floor beneath was alive with coral towers and glowing plants, forming a grand natural amphitheater.

At its heart, an enormous stone table of barnacle-encrusted rock had been raised, laden with the sea’s bounty, gleaming shells, crimson-scaled fish, and strange fruits. The merfolk surged forward, circling around it, their chants rising to a fever pitch.

Damon leaned back slightly on Erin’s coils, smirking at the spectacle. "Huuu. Quite the reception. Almost makes me feel guilty for killing their pet bird in under ten minutes." Erin laughed softly, her forked tongue flicking the air.

The lead merwoman guided Erin closer and bowed deeply. "Blood God, welcome to our humble feast."

Damon lounged in a throne carved from living coral, its jagged edges softened by threads of glowing kelp that shimmered faintly under the lagoon’s light. The seat rose above the crowd, placing him at the heart of their celebration.

Before him, merwomen swam in elegant arcs, tails flicking to shimmering rhythms as they twisted through the crimson water with practiced grace. Their hair fanned out like halos of seaweed, their movements fluid and hypnotic.

It was hands down the best dance he had seen so far, and he was definitely not saying that because they were all dancing topless and boobs were jiggling everywhere he looked.

Every single one of them was stunningly beautiful. Perhaps not as much as Erin, but they were beautiful in their own way, elegant and graceful, especially since they were in their element.

Moreover, the feast itself was nothing short of lavish. Long stone tables piled high with steaming platters of roasted crimson fish that split apart to reveal soft white flesh.

Sheets of crackling seaweed seasoned with brine and flame. Shells the size of shields, brimming with glowing pearls of fruit that burst sweet and tart upon the tongue. It was good that he was able to somewhat appreciate food now. Otherwise, he would have missed out on all of this.

The wine was also fantastic. Damon swirled the pale liquid in its coral chalice, watching its faint luminescence ripple as though it held tiny fragments of the moon. It was smoother than any bloodwine he’d ever had, with a biting undertone that left a lingering warmth in his throat. He didn’t know what it was made of, but he knew he wanted more.

By the time the last chorus of chants died down, Damon thought the feast had ended. That was, until the crowd parted once more. Two merwomen approached the throne, their scales glistening like jewels under the water’s glow.

When they reached him, they lowered their heads reverently, their long hair veiling their faces, and tilted their necks toward him in offering.

Damon’s crimson eyes narrowed, hunger flaring unbidden. He had never tasted merwoman blood before, and the sight alone made his fangs ache. He was also pretty aroused right now, thanks to the ’elegant’ dance. He leaned forward without hesitation, sinking his fangs into the first pale throat.

The taste exploded across his tongue. He pulled deeper, the merwoman’s body shuddering beneath his hands. He released her only to take the second, his lips pressing against her skin as his fangs pierced again. Damon closed his eyes, savoring it.

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