Chapter 324: Breaking of Crimson Womb IV
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Her eyes brightened again. The blood-radiance behind her back opened like a suggestion rather than full structure.
She looked down at herself.
Then back at him.
"I think I hate how beautiful this is."
Sekhmet’s mouth moved faintly. "That sounds like admiration."
"That sounds like a problem."
"Both can be true."
Lily made a face at him that was very much the same old Lily and somehow that pleased him more than the transformation itself.
Good.
She had changed.
She had not disappeared.
That mattered more than everything else.
He let her practice a few more times.
Human form.
Bloodline form.
Back again.
Each shift grew smoother. By the fourth, she no longer needed to close her eyes fully. By the fifth, the transformation took only a breath and a directed thought. Human to Cruoraphim. Cruoraphim to a human. Again. Again.
Auri watched with obvious amazement.
Vera and Vela watched with a quieter kind. They were not merely impressed. They were measuring. Learning where Lily now stood in relation to them, to Sekhmet, to the wider bloodline he had started building. Useful. All of that observation would matter later.
Sofia and Natasha, from farther off, were also watching.
Sofia spoke once, softly enough that it almost sounded like she spoke only to herself. "That alone will keep her alive longer."
Natasha answered in the same low tone. "If she learns fast."
"She will."
"You sound certain."
Sofia’s eyes remained on Lily. "She belongs to him now. His women tend not to stay weak."
That line reached Sekhmet’s ears even across the distance, and he did not bother reacting to it.
Because it was not entirely wrong.
Lily finally stopped shifting after the seventh try and remained in human form for the moment, breathing a little harder than before.
"It takes effort."
"It will grow easier," Sekhmet said.
"How do you know?"
He looked at her. "Because all instincts become easier when used."
That answer was safe. True enough. Not the full truth. Good.
Lily studied him one second longer as if testing whether he knew more than he was saying. Of course he did. He always did now. That was becoming one of the more irritating and reassuring things about him at the same time.
Then she touched her own throat.
Her expression changed.
Sekhmet noticed instantly.
There.
The next part.
The first hunger after emergence.
The first true need.
Lily’s hand remained at the side of her neck, not because she was hurt there now, but because her body remembered where the change began. Her eyes lifted to him slowly. The human softness in them had thinned. Not vanished. Deepened into something more complicated.
"I am feeling hungry...," she said quietly. "Very hungry."
The statement changed the whole mood of the clearing.
Auri stiffened.
Vera and Vela both went completely still.
Even from the rear, Sofia and Natasha sharpened in attention because all vampires recognized the danger and importance of first hunger.
Sekhmet did too.
Of course he did.
He had been waiting for it.
He stepped closer to Lily, but not too close yet. Not enough for the hunger to become confused before the lesson began.
She needed one more breath to stand in herself before the next irreversible intimacy started.
Lily looked at him with the first real edge of vampiric need in her face and had the faintest look of alarm at the same time.
"What do I do?"
Before Sekhmet answered her, the system rang inside his mind multiple times.
[Ding! SYSTEM Notification: Target Lily transformation complete.]
[Ding! SYSTEM Notification: Target Lily has advanced from Chaos Rank One to Chaos Rank Four.]
[Ding! SYSTEM Notification-
Race confirmed: Cruoraphim.
Bloodline state: stable.
Hunger: Rising on the true Vampire.
Active form shift ability: unlocked.]
Sekhmet’s eyes sharpened for one brief second.
"Rank Four. From One."
Even after everything he had already seen tonight, that gain still struck hard enough to matter.
He had expected power. He had expected something unusual.
But a three-rank jump in a single transformation was not a small thing. Not in Null. Not in any sane growth. That kind of increase could change the entire way the world around her measured danger. It meant Lily had not simply become another bloodline follower under him. She had crossed a threshold so violently that her old self and new self barely belonged to the same ladder anymore.
Only his bloodline and system skills can do something impossible.
It was dangerous. But beautifully dangerous.
And right now, standing before him in the dim strange quiet of the Void Land, Lily did not look like someone who yet understood the full scale of what she had become. She only looked like a woman trying very hard to hold herself together while a new hunger opened inside her body for the first time.
Blood Hunger.
Her hand remained at her throat. Not from pain now but from awareness.
The place where he had bitten her felt like memory and need at once. The blood there no longer simply belonged to her old life. It remembered his mouth, his will, his blood answering hers, and the transformation that came after. Her breathing had changed. Not fast enough to panic. Too uneven to be calm. Her eyes stayed on him because some instinct in her already knew where relief waited.
That was the dangerous part. Not only that, she was hungry. That the hunger knew him.
Auri took one small step backward without meaning to. She was not frightened of Lily exactly, but she was wise enough to feel when a moment no longer belonged to ordinary people standing too close. Vera and Vela also shifted, not in fear, not in retreat, but in quiet respect for the shape of the scene. They understood it better than Auri did. They remembered their own first true hunger. The confusion. The heat. The way the body and blood both started choosing before the mind fully caught up.
For some reason Lily felt superior to them. It was not in blood or true vampire. Not id chaos rank. But in relation to Sekhmet. Lily is the first wife and they are the concubines.
Lily noticed none of them for one long second. Her world had narrowed.
To her body. To hunger. To Sekhmet.
The red in her eyes deepened again, not because she had consciously entered her Cruoraphim form, but because the bloodline was pushing upward in response to need. Fine crimson lines appeared faintly at the edge of her collarbone, then faded again when she fought for control.
Good for her. She was trying. That mattered the most.
Her lips parted slightly. She looked at him as if she wanted to step forward and was forcing herself not to until he told her how.
"What do I do," she asked again, softer this time. "Why are you standing there without saying anything?"
Sekhmet stepped one pace nearer. Only one. It was enough that she would not feel abandoned.
Not enough that he took the last choice from her body before she understood it.
His voice, when it came, was lower than before. Steadier.
"You breathe first."
Lily obeyed.
One breath in. One out. Then another.
The hunger did not disappear. Of course not. But the shape of it changed just enough that she could stand inside herself again instead of drowning in the first wave of instinct.
"Good," Sekhmet said.
The word helped more than it should have.
Lily’s eyes flicked once over his throat, then his mouth, then back to his eyes as if ashamed of what her own body had done in that one brief glance. The shame was new too. New hunger. New desire. New bloodline. Too many things lived inside the same moment.
"I can smell you," she whispered.
Sekhmet’s mouth moved faintly. "I know."
"No," she said, and there was wonder and alarm tangled together in her voice now. "I mean I can really smell you. Your blood. Your skin. The cut that healed on your hand. The faint two old marks on your shoulder. The half-god blood still in your mouth from before. I can smell all of it."
That made Vera and Vela exchange the slightest look.
Good senses. Very good senses.
Auri looked at Lily with widening eyes, hearing the words but not yet truly grasping what it must feel like to have the whole living world suddenly become that intimate.
Lily swallowed once.
"I do not know how to stand this close and not..."
She stopped.
Because the sentence did not need finishing.
Sekhmet understood anyway. He stepped one half pace closer.
Now close enough that if she lost balance, he could catch her. Close enough that if she reached, she would not find distance. Close enough that the first feeding would begin whenever he allowed it to begin.
He held her gaze and said, quietly, "That is why you do not move without me telling you."
Lily nodded at once. Her control was still there. It was fragile, yes. It was shaking. But there.
That would matter in the next moment more than anything else.
(Note: Join discord to watch her new form.)