Ascendant Path of a Lustful Vampire

Chapter 331: Tempted **

Arlette let her jellification be directed toward Caius and not away from him. Essentially leaning against his body as she lost control of all her fine motor skills for a good minute or so while Caius’s fingers continued their light trail across her pussy lips.

Caius supported her weight. He kept the kiss going but with Arlette not being an all that active participant in the tongue-duel happening in their mouths, he found himself shifting to other kissing moves. Namely, taking each of Arlette’s lips and sucking on them.

The taste was incredible and his enjoyment of the act informed his hand so that his stroke on Arlette’s pussy became a bit more insistent. He placed his hand between their bodies now so he could better explore between her legs.

He slipped one finger into her opening, smiling against his lip-suckling when her inner muscles grabbed him while sucking him deeper. As he slipped his finger in past the first knuckle, Caius touched his thumb to Arlette’s clit and it jumped eagerly at his touch.

It was then that Arlette regained control of her body and despite her bottom lip being between Caius’s teeth, she was still capable of saying,

”Fuck!”

She complemented the word with a drawn-out groan. Caius released her lip then and leaned away to smile at her. Arlette took in the smile and then she lunged forward and ’attacked’ him. His lips and teeth began to nip at every part of his head that she could.

His lips, his chin, his nose, his ears. And his neck. She bit down quite hard on his neck while sucking on it at the same time, seeming very insistent on ’leaving a mark’.

And the sounds that Caius made in response to her actions.... Gods! It was taking all of her strength for Arlette to avoid her body going jelly again.

She found that it was easy to take for granted just how good Caius’s voice sounded in everyday conversations. Still, even when he was being silly, ridiculous, and even dumb, the deliciousness of his voice remained. The way it made her knees weak always remained.

Hell, was she not floating—and had she been standing on solid ground—Arlette was sure she would have crumbled already. Still, while she could get used to it in everyday conversations, in situations like this—where her hormones were raging and her horniness was ever-rising in its pitch of intensity—she had no hope. It would always grab her. It would always reduce her mind to mush.

And to think how close she had been to never hearing that voice again.

Suddenly, the anger she had felt herself lose earlier and had been unable to keep hold of when Caius kissed her, returned even stronger. Arlette practically had no idea when she began to harness her mana and use it to strengthen every physical action she was making.

It was a similar technique to the Mana-Augmentation of Mage-Knights. Just a very inferior version of it that a lot of Mages used to occasionally scale up their physicality even though they don’t desire to go all in on the Mage-Knight ways.

Suddenly, her teeth were biting deeper into Caius’s skin and she wasn’t just causing bite marks, she was actively puncturing his skin. It was only after the metallic taste hit her tongue that Arlette realized what she had done.

She pulled away with her eyes wide. It wasn’t fear that made her widen her eyes. It wasn’t horror. It wasn’t even Shock. It was just... intrigue. She was intrigued that she had allowed herself to get that carried away.

Being above Caius’s Magic Circle as she was, a normal bite would have broken his skin if she wanted it to. Harnessing her mana as she had done was overkill. It was as though some part of her brain wanted to express how angry she was and harnessing her Mana was intentional enough to do that.

”Ow,” Caius said with a slightly exaggerated wince before a dashing and slightly smile formed on his lips,

”I felt a lot more from that than passion. Not complaining though.”

His reaction had been late and he had only done it after seeing the look on her face. Getting bitten hadn’t hurt all that much. Blame it on his horniness maybe because Caius was so steeped in pleasure that getting bitten was just part of the moment. It kept the good times going rather than put a damper on them.

Looking at his face, at that smile, Arlette felt the anger leaving again. Really, how was she to remain upset at a man who looked as good as he did?

”Don’t suppress it,” Caius said then causing Arlette to raise a brow.

Caius raised a hand and touched the side of her face.

How many times had she watched that attack he suffered? How long had she wrestled with how upset she was at him as well as her worry for him?

He didn’t want that shoved down deep. He wanted it expressed. He wanted it worked out.

And this was the perfect time for that.

Arlette’s eyes dropped for a second and then she looked back into his eyes, a smile stretching across her lips.

”Are you sure you want that?” She asked in a tone Caius was sure he had never heard her use. At least not like this.

It was slavering. Domineering.

Added to the smile she was wearing, he couldn’t help but feel a bit of trepidation. Suddenly, the bite on his neck actually ached.

Still, he decided to stick to his words.

”Of course,” he said, ”Go nuts.”

He meant the last two words as a figure of speech. And at worst, a joke. But the way Arlette raised her brow had Caius worried she was taking it literally.

”Hmm,” she let out and stretched one hand between her and Caius’s bodies, grabbing his wrist and pulling his fingers out of her pussy and away from her clit.

She grabbed his other hand as well and spread both of Caius’s arms across the rim of her massive bath, then she lunged forward and dragged her tongue across the bite mark she had made in his neck, licking the blood that had seeped out of it.

This time, she was aware of what she was doing. She was aware that she was doing something uncharacteristic for a human. Alas, in that moment, she couldn’t help but understand the appeal of blood drinking.

Don’t misunderstand, what she felt from tasting the blood was nothing compared to what a Vampire enjoys when they drink blood.

As Caius had once described to her; For a Vampire, it’s like the taste of the best of meals, tailored to your very palette with the enjoyment tripled at least. And that was before it was imbued with an evolutionary charge.

A lot of what makes blood so desirable and tasty for a Vampire isn’t even really physical. It’s mental. It’s a divine edict made by the Goddess of Primordial Darkness to foster their greed and insatiability.

So, no. A human can’t truly comprehend the joy a Vampire gleans from Blood drinking. But Arlette was likely as close as any human could get to understanding.

It didn’t taste like the best of meals. It didn’t nourish her. But it definitely didn’t taste bad. Far from it. If anything, it tasted... good.

It tasted like Caius. All of him. It was like within every drop, there was his very essence. And the essence tasted... powerful.

There was an authority within Caius’s blood. It didn’t command Arlette. It wasn’t meant for her. But she could not help but acknowledge it. As she licked the bite mark she had made clean of every drop of blood and it began to clot, Arlette couldn’t help but wonder how much she would understand the taste in her mouth—understand Caius—if she were a Vampire herself.

Did this—licking Caius’s blood—count as feeding on him? Because if it did, she was halfway to turning. All that would be left would be for Caius to feed on her. Which is always a given when they are together.

Suddenly, Arlette’s heart skipped as it really set in.

She could become one.

Did she want that?

Ordinarily, the answer to that would be No.

But, in that moment, with the taste of Caius still in her mouth, Arlette Louvene was the most tempted by the eternal curse of Vampirism than she had ever been in her decades of existence.