Ascendant Path of a Lustful Vampire

Chapter 535: Praise Nyx! {R-18}

Roxanne knew what the grunt meant, and she awaited what was coming with much anticipation. She tightened her already rib-bruising grip around his waist all the more, as if she feared that there was a chance Caius was going to try to escape her insides.

But of course, the thought of pulling out had never dawned in Caius’s mind even as his claws made new grooves in the door. But he liked how much Roxanne was holding on to him, as it more than made up for the fact that he wasn’t actually holding on to her.

And then, it came.

With a force that almost caused Roxanne to rise against Caius’s body, she felt the first spurt of Caius’s seeds against her velvety walls. She felt as if every tiny pleasure nerve within her insides was roused to the presence of the warm, thick batter from Caius’s loins.

If Roxanne already thought she was at the peak of arousal, she now learned there were still more notches to go. It took so much of her self-control to keep her claws sheathed as she pressed the top of her fingers into Caius’s skin through the barrier of the robe he had on.

Despite the bluntness of Roxanne’s fingernails compared to her claws, welts still appeared. With the further pressure she applied and the manner in which she began to drag those nails across Caius’s back, she soon ripped up the bathrobe he had on and made fairly deep scratches across Caius’s back, drawing blood.

Caius was only vaguely aware of the pain on his back. His hips were jerking involuntarily as he was overwhelmed with the relief and pleasure of release. It was so intense, so incredible, that Caius curled his toes.

Caius’s face was buried in Roxanne’s neck again, not only breathing in her scent and that powerful emotion so similar and yet unlike arousal in her blood, but also keeping his ears trained for the sounds of pleasure she was making.

Even though the sounds Roxanne was producing were moans and groans interspersed with grunts and growls of her vampiric savagery, there was a rhythm to it all that a Caius could—and did—appreciate. It stirred feelings in Caius’s own heart— feelings similar and yet unlike Arousal that kept his hips pumping in a gentle motion.

Caius’s climax lasted for a long while. Neither Caius nor Roxanne had any idea exactly how long. It could have been hours, and it could have been days. What they did know was that when it finally began to wane, they felt it had ended far too soon.

Caius liked the feeling of relief. He liked the way Roxanne’s insides reacted to every copious wad of his seed and how they showed their delight by working all over his rod, increasing the intense pleasure he was already gleaning from the act.

Roxanne liked the feeling of being filled. Even with how much Caius had released within her and the scarcity of space for more, she wanted the supply to continue, assured that she would surely find room.

Caius pulled his face from out of the crook of Roxanne’s neck, and they stared into each other’s vampire red eyes. While both were breathing hard and still connected by their genitals, an understanding seemed to pass between them because, as one, they assumed their human forms.

Caius’s eyes became an alluring purple, and Roxanne’s a beautiful light gold. They spent a few minutes staring into each other’s eyes, the eyes that they would have always worn if they hadn’t both been blessed/cursed with vampiric immortality.

Would they have met then?

The question occurred to Roxanne as the burden of time lay mostly with her. If she weren’t a vampire, there was no doubt in her mind that she would have died already.

Even though advancing in Magic Circles increases lifespan, it is not a massive increase of centuries upon centuries;

The lifespan of one who managed to advance to the Eighth Circle is approximately 200 years.

This was actually the most common lifespan among the elites, as geniuses are almost always guaranteed to at least reach this point before finding it difficult, even impossible, to continue.

The oldest anyone had an actual record of any human living was 300, and that had been a very powerful Mage of old who managed to advance to the Eleventh Circle but failed to break the barrier of the Twelfth Circle, which was believed to be the realm of immortality.

And even this mage of old had lived longer than expected, and it was rumored that he extended his life by glimpsing some of the secrets of immortality, but failed in getting it all, hence his death.

Three Centuries…

Three centuries was the most any human—especially one who got the closest to the very peak of Magical Excellence—had ever lived, and Roxanne had surpassed that by at least a century already while still being at the Eighth Circle and in eternal youth.

That was what made Vampirism such an alluring option for many. Why bother trying to achieve the Twelfth Circle, which seemed impossible anyway, when there was a path that guaranteed immortality?

It was why Kerwin Leopold—his youth long gone as he started to age rapidly as he neared the end of his life—had himself sought vampirism.

After becoming a vampire, Kerwin had gone from almost dead to existing in eternal youth for many, many centuries, and still, his lofty goal of the twelfth circle eluded him. He wasn’t even yet at the Eleventh Circle and had already surpassed that Mage of old in lifespan at least twice.

Was there ever hope then?

Was there ever hope that Roxanne would have lived long enough to see Caius as a human? She didn’t think so.

Vampiric immortality had let her exist—live—long enough to feel this strong emotion coursing through her even more surely than the vampire blood she had flowing through her veins.

Never had Roxanne hated her lot. She had readily accepted to be turned, but never had she felt this sure of her choice to become a vampire.

Some call the life of a vampire a cursed one, but Roxanne felt they couldn’t have been more wrong. A life that let her feel this good, this secure, and this much comfort was most definitely a blessed one.

“Praise Nyx!” She said with a fervent feeling of reverence to the goddess who made it all happen.

Right as Roxanne professed praise for Nyx, the impasse that seemed to have descended upon her and Caius broke and, as one, their eyes turned Vampire red. Whatever came next, they wanted it to happen while they were both embracing their vampirism— The reason they were here… together.

Their lips pressed together fervently. Both their fangs were out, but never did they clash and never did they cause either of them injury. And it wasn’t even because they were taking care to be careful.

Really, both Caius and Roxanne were reckless due to the passion coursing powerfully through them, but they seemed unable to harm each other as they devolved into their shared ecstasy.

When they were apart, Roxanne’s legs had slipped from Caius waist. She took her arms from around his neck and shrugged off her robe. Caius did the same with the bathrobe he still had on and had already been damaged by Roxanne.

Right when Roxanne’s hands began to stroke across Caius’s arms and the part of his body she had been unable to touch due to the bathrobe, Caius grabbed her waist with purpose and turned her around until he turned her around and she pressed her front against the door.

“Ugh!” Roxanne groaned with delight, which turned into a gasp when, with that same air of purpose, Caius had touched the tip of hard cock to her puckered hole, a little way above the opening of her right pussy, from which his seed was seeping out.

As she felt the pressure, Roxanne didn’t feel trepidation. Rather, she was excited. She had already lamented the lack of space to receive and keep more of Caius’s copious releases, and now, here was a whole new region he could fill with, not just his rod, but also those wonderful wads of cum.

This was Roxanne’s first time with such an act, but she looked at it with promise. Alas, that promise didn’t cause her to relax, and her sphincter was as tight as ever, seemingly banning any entry.

Caius was not deterred. His cock was slick with a mixture of his cum and Roxanne’s pussy juices, making it slick enough to aid the process. Also, he knew Roxanne much too well. His finger stroked across her back, causing a shiver to run through her body, followed by a wave of relaxation.

The puckered rose opened up a smidge, and Caius pushed forward. Slowly but surely, Roxanne’s ass swallowed the tip of Caius’s cock. The clampdown of the muscles was expected, but with Caius’s fingers still stroking down her back, the way forward was much easier still.

Now that the tip of the rod was inside her, Roxanne’s enthusiasm that had been bubbling was now palpable. With purpose, she thrust backward and, aided by the relaxation of her muscles around the rod, she took in more inches of it.

From then, it was a slow and delectable process of pulling out one inch and thrusting back in with two until eventually, and with simultaneous groans of pleasure, accomplishment, and relief from both the two of them, Caius’s groin met Roxanne’s ample ass with a musical sound of impact.

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