Ascendant Path of a Lustful Vampire

Chapter 371: Goal of perfection and dominance **

Aylin had no way to describe how she felt.

She had no descriptions for the intensity with which the orgasmic throes had hit her. Or for the way her mind had been robbed of all cognitive thinking ability and how almost all coherent thought had been replaced with a constant state of euphoria.

It all just felt better than she had ever thought it would.

She had had a few private moments with Caius before now. One even went further than just kissing and Aylin had always believed that how good that felt was merely a tease for so much more. She now knew that she was more right than her brain could have possibly even thought up.

It didn’t just feel good, it felt fulfilling. Raising her face toward the ceiling to open her mouth and let out a stream of pleasure moans and groans often interspersed with affirmations of what she was experiencing, was almost a religious experience with how much every part of her being was participating in the moment.

She was very aware of Caius’s tongue still being inside of her, lengthening the period of her climax and keeping her at her climactic high for what felt like half an hour.

And what a glorious half hour it was.

When she finally came down from her high, she only then became aware of the strong wings within the room or the almost heavy snowfall. Her lack of unawareness until now was partly due to just how routine such weathers were to her, an Ice Mage and a denizen of the North, but it was more due to how lost she had been in orgasmic bliss.

She reined in her magic and the strong winter winds stopped. The snowfall turned to a drizzle but didn’t stop entirely. She quite liked the atmosphere it offered to have the room covered in a steady supply of cold white fluff. It felt like home.

Caius pulled away from her center then and looked up at her with his Vampire red eyes. As a smile appeared on her perfect face, Aylin slid her legs from Caius’s shoulders and landed on the ground, the sound muffled by the foot and a half high layer of snow. She wrapped her arms around Caius’s neck, her breasts pressed against his chest as she pressed their foreheads together.

With one arm around her waist, Caius brushed his hand through her hair whose color almost matched that of the snow that had now covered it. He worked his hand to her cheek and then pulled his forehead away from hers to press his face into the crook of her neck where he placed a gentle kiss and found her arousal-charged blood almost irresistible.

As Caius’s tongue licked, the muscles in his jaw twitched as he opened his mouth a bit wider and itched to pierce his fangs into her skin. Before he made a decision though, he felt Aylin’s hands moving down his body. She touched his sides, her fingers making out the shape of his ribs before she ended up at the waistband of his pants.

It was as though she was pulled out of the haze of pleasure and sharpness was reintroduced into her thoughts. Sexual euphoria drew close and almost pulled her back into pleasurable stupor but she resisted it because she couldn’t believe it had escaped her notice until now that there was still an article of clothing on Caius’s body that she hadn’t gotten rid of.

She moved quickly to rectify that, pulling back an inch and then falling to her knees where her contact with the hard floor was cushioned by the layer of snow. Caius had been about to succumb to his blood thirsty urge when Aylin did this so it felt almost like his meal had been ripped away from him.

But how could he possibly be upset when he looked down and saw what she was up to?

Aylin’s expression had a degree of seriousness as she grabbed the fastening of Caius’s pants and began to undo it, eventually letting it fall apart to create a large opening she could reach her hand into and grab hold of his cock. And the moment her fingers wrapped around the girth, the serious look in her eyes became one of awe.

The indentation that had formed against the pants to show off the shape of the rod hadn’t at all done justice to its size. The memory Aylin had of pressing herself against it even before today paled in comparison to what she now had her fingers wrapped around. Because for one, her grip couldn’t even contain it.

And when she pulled it out of the confinement of his pants, Aylin realized that it looked even more imposing than her grip could have let on. Sure, she had felt some of its veins, but she hadn’t at all been able to appreciate how they stretched all over the organ. And how they gave it the appearance of a weapon rather than a tool for pleasure.

Plus, it was growing!

When Aylin realized the tips of the rest of her fingers were getting farther away from her thumb, her eyes widened. However, rather than take the moment to bring her other hand to help with such a massive task, she instead employed her free hand in pulling Caius’s pants down to his ankles.

As she did, Aylin didn’t take her eyes off the imposing organ and her grip only kept getting tighter as though she wished to contest against the size increase to get her fingers to touch her thumb in a complete hold.

As tight as her grip became though, Caius’s groans were always those of pleasure. Once his pants were at his ankles, he shrugged out of his footwear, stepped out of the pant legs, and kicked them aside before letting out his loudest groan yet as he thrust a hand out and placed it against the wall.

Now that there was no article of clothing left on Caius’s body, Aylin had two hands to grab the organ with and both failed to completely cover the circumference of the organ individually. Together though, they had more success. And then Aylin began to stroke, or more accurately, she began to tug on the rod.

She had no experience with the act and she did it once—jerking Caius’s groin toward her face—out of curiosity. But she was very attuned to the reactions he had to it. She could tell that his groans were those of pleasure. She could also tell that his placing a hand against the wall was out of a need for support.

So she kept at it. Tugging on the rod even harder. A smile formed on her perfect lips and turned into a wide grin when the reactions kept up. In fact, Caius soon had both his hands against the wall. And as he moved against it, he found it difficult to gain traction seeing as it was still a wall of ice from when Aylin froze it over.

So Caius unsheathed his claws and sank them deep into the ice to grant himself a strong grip. It worked... for a while.

As Aylin found that she had a reservoir of physical might to call on, she kept scaling up the intensity of her tugs and soon, from how much he shook and how much force he put behind his grip, Caius’s claws began to rip through the ice wall, creating five long jagged claw marks from where he had tried for structure and failed.

Caius raised his hands to where the ice was unbroken but his claws just ripped through it all the same. He was about to give up when he heard the creaking sound of frost as it covered the ice, mending the damage and not only giving Caius the structure he sought but also actively reinforcing it by freezing his claws to the wall.

With surprise in his eyes, Caius looked down at Aylin and she looked up at him with a twinkle in her eyes as she winked.

For the first time since she had known Caius, she was acting as her mother had instilled in her to act when she eventually chose a partner;

”Khione women don’t serve. They dominate.”

Aylin had never cared about dominating. Not after she met Caius anyway. Really, she was fine to follow his lead. However, she did find herself realizing some of the benefits there was in making him succumb.

There was joy in looking up at Caius’s face and seeing his expression twist as he tried not to buckle at her actions while finding it hard to gain and retain structure.

And that was despite her not knowing what she was doing.

In all she had learned from her mother, practicals had never been included. Things like how to kiss, how to deliver pleasure were all new to her. She had grabbed Caius’s rod out of curiosity. She tugged it for the same reason and kept at it because of how he reacted to it.

She found herself fantasizing about what she’d be able to do when she knew what buttons to push to get him going.

And so, with the goal of perfecting her techniques to achieve this dominance in mind, Aylin kicked the intensity of her grip and tugs up a notch.