Ascendant Path of a Lustful Vampire

Chapter 353: Was that Irony? **

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Anne believed that if she saw herself in the mirror as she was right now, she’d appear far too silly. Her skirt was up to her waist, her panties were pulled to the side and her fingers shoved two knuckles deep into her velvety caverns.

Also, there was a puddle of pussy juice at her feet.

Despite how much she had leaked though and how intensely she had touched herself, climax remained elusive. But that was hardly a bother. This was the closest she had gotten to climax since weeks ago when she had her time with Caius.

Mostly she focused her eyes on him. On what he was doing to her daughter. And maybe more importantly, what her daughter was doing to him.

But never in her wildest dreams would she have known to expect what she just witnessed.

When she saw his eyes turn red, Anne Gilligan had thought it had to be a trick of the light. Surely. But of course it wasn’t. She wore glasses but even without them, her eyesight was impeccable. After all, when all is said and done, she was still a Mage.

There was no mistaking what she saw. So naturally, the next stage was wondering what could have caused the change. Transformations are not uncommon for certain magics...

Anne’s thoughts and wondering stopped when she saw Caius open his mouth as his canines became fangs. Long ones that glinted with a sharpness beyond the ordinary.

And when Caius sank these fangs into Lea’s neck, Anne received confirmation for a guess her mind hadn’t even had the time to make because of how shocked she was.

She could no longer stay silent.

She had managed it for minutes thus far, spying on these two in this private sexual moment they were sharing but what she just witnessed was far too great for her to just remain silent.

Also, the gasp was already out before Anne could even try to stop it. It also came with a moan because, as shocking as it was, there was undoubtedly something amorous about how Caius stabbed his fangs into Lea’s neck.

If one didn’t pay too hard of an attention, they might even mistake the moment for Caius giving Lea a kiss. A deadly and most intimate of kisses.

’I want that— No!’ Anne stopped such thoughts before they could saturate her mind.

Instead, she diverted her thoughts elsewhere;

A Vampire.

She was not at all invested in the various monster races but she knew what a Vampire meant. The threat they pose. Also, it would be so dumb of her to have spent so long thinking about how she knew nothing about Caius and not try to know about him.

Like how, even besides the Von Helsings being monster hunters, Caius’s father, Count Lucian Von Helsing, was the most famed of them. Likely in the entire history of the family. He had slain the most monsters. And his preferred targets were Vampires whom he has often been quoted as calling ’The most nefarious monsters of all’.

The son of a Vampire Hunter being a Vampire himself... Was that irony?

While she was thinking this, Anne took her eyes off the bed—off the vampiric feeding taking place—for only a second but when she looked again, Lea was alone on the bed. Kneeling with her eyes on the door. Her expression was unreadable.

Mother and daughter looked at one another and then Anne wondered, Where’s Caius? Her senses picked up on him a split second before the door was pulled open wide and there was Caius, standing in all his naked glory.

He was a good couple of inches taller than Anne who was barefoot. His eyes were still Vampire red and Anne’s eyes dropped to the hand he had by his side to see that his fingers were all tipped with claws.

When Caius spoke, Anne’s eyes returned right back to his face. And for all she had discovered today, he still looked as impossibly handsome as ever.

”Good morning, Professor Gilligan— Anne,” he said with a smile, flashing his fangs, ”That’s enough spying, don’t you think?”

Anne took a step back and raised a hand as though ready to defend herself. Or maybe attack first to defeat the monster before it gets a chance to do anything.

Caius eyed her hand. She could kill him. Easily in fact. Anne Gilligan may not be as combat-minded as her daughter, but she was certainly still a Mage that outclassed Caius by at least three Magic circles.

But Caius wasn’t too worried.

He had known Anne was at the door from the start. Even if he had been lost in the pleasure of the moment and had not heard the door open a crack, he had smelled Anne’s arousal which, even before she saw the scene, was already prevalent.

He carried on as usual because he had a bit of an exhibitionist streak. And he went ahead to ’expose’ his Vampirism because he believed he had judged Anne to be able to handle it.

Caius reached out a hand then and grabbed Anne’s wrist. She let out a gasp but didn’t pull away. When he tugged her, she also didn’t resist his pull.

Once she was inside the room proper, Caius shut the door behind her while they stared into each other’s eyes. Anne decided now was a good time to gather herself and not be so doe-eyed and dumbfounded.

”Mr. Von Helsing...” she started in her best ’Professor’ voice that she usually reserved for the classroom.

”Yes?” Caius answered, his red eyes searching hers.

Anne opened her mouth and again found she couldn’t form words. The shock of the reveal was wearing off insanely fast. So fast that now her mind was wondering if it was anything to even worry about at all.

After all, she had very recently been thinking he was too perfect. If so, then didn’t this provide some contrast to that supposed perfection? Shouldn’t this make him all the better? All the more real?

That on the outside, he was a pleasure machine and a fairly dutiful though gifted student. But in secret, he was a bloodsucking monster.

’Alright,’ Anne thought, ’I can deal with that.’

’Caius...’ she said, having ditched the Professor voice for one she had only used with him when they were in her office together.

”Hmm?” Caius answered.

He just knew not to speak. He could see the gears turning in Anne’s head. If she let him pull her in here, then he could let her work through the reveal on her own. She had her chance to attack. She had her chance to turn and run and she hadn’t.

That had to count for something.

And then Anne Gilligan threw herself at him, her lips smashing against his in the hardest kiss they had ever shared.

Much greater than the shock of this reveal and her body’s natural reaction to danger—honed not from personal experiences but from stories she had heard—or the shame that had kept her away from Caius this past few days, was how much she craved him.

He wrapped his arms around her and Anne practically melted against his body. His cock was still hard and it was pressed up between their bodies. Its heat radiated through Anne and warmed her in ways she never could have dreamed of.

She felt Caius’s fangs prick her and almost puncture her but she was far too agitated to care. She pushed even harder into the kiss as though she wanted to be bitten.

And then Caius pulled away and turned her around, pressing her against the closed door. Anne moaned and thrust her ass back against Caius’s hard cock. Her skirt was still around her waist so only her panties tried to cover those perfect cheeks. Except they didn’t provide much coverage at all. They seemed to have been designed especially to have as much of Anne’s ass out as possible.

Caius drew a hand back and spanked one asscheek, causing Anne to jump slightly as she let out a groan.

She had both of her hands pressed against the door and Caius worked his fingers between those of her right hand while his other hand reached into the space available between Anne’s front and the door. He grabbed her shirt and pulled, ripping her buttons in one hard yank and exposing her heavy bra-clad tits.