Ascendant Path of a Lustful Vampire

Chapter 549: His touch, a boon {R-18}

Caius stepped forward a bit from the tree, allowing Meline to wrap her legs around his waist as she continued her slow descent to take in the entirety of his cock.

A tremor thrummed through Meline’s insides, causing her inner muscles to contract and constrict around Caius in a way that made his jaws clench and caused him to dig his fangs even deeper into her neck, increasing the flow of her blood that spilled into his mouth.

Caius caught himself about a second after it happened and pulled away, looking abashed.

“Oops,” he said.

Meline chortled.

“What do you mean ‘oops’? I liked it!”

“Of course, you did,” Caius said, looking and sounding amused.

“Do it again!” Meline moaned and descended, taking even more of the length into her gripping snatch.

Caius laughed but didn’t oblige. At that moment, his hands had found their way to Meline’s asscheeks, and he gripped them tight and hard, holding on to brave the storms of desire that were slamming against him as even more of his cock entered Meline’s incredible caverns. It was so powerful that it actually quelled his thirst for blood.

Caius grabbed handfuls of Meline’s ass; his fingers practically became a part of her rear end by virtue of his strong hold. Meline wrapped her arms around Caius’s neck and leaned closer, nuzzling her face into the side of his head and using him to muffle the volume of her moans.

Meline’s moans were, however, far too loud to be muffled, so the volume wasn’t at all dampened; rather, Caius heard them from much closer, and the vibrations of the sound created light ripples across his face. But Caius welcomed the vibrations. He closed his eyes as though to immerse himself entirely in what he was feeling while his cock flexed in Meline’s insides.

Meline was clearly taking her time with taking the rod into herself. Caius could tell by the measured and practiced movements with which she descended, as well as the way her body trembled against him to better expose her state of mind.

Caius wasn’t of the same mind, though. No, he was in agony to have to restrain himself so much. He had worked himself up to a level of arousal that sought… more. It sought quick, hard-hitting action, and Meline’s slow descent might as well have been torture.

Usually, Caius would allow his lover to set the pace on initial entry and only after that take and retain control, especially if he could tell that was what his lover wanted. But today, in his current state, he wanted nothing more than to ram his cock as deep inside Meline as it would go.

So he did. Or at least, he tried.

With his grip on her ass, Caius pulled Meline down and found that she would not be moved. Try as she might, she remained in place, right where she had been before, and refused to come down an inch more. Caius didn’t feel the pressure at his waist tighten, so Meline wasn’t using him to remain where she was.

“You sure are impatient, My Lord,” Meline cooed.

Caius managed a smirk despite his bewilderment.

“And you’re… stubborn,” he said.

“Hmm,” Meline moaned as she kissed his jaw, “When I told you that you were a delicacy. I wasn’t just referring to your spunk. Or your blood. I was referring to the whole of you.

Every. Single. Inch. Of. You.”

As she said those last five words, Meline rose, letting an inch of Caius’s cock leave her tight pussy before taking back that same inch. No more, no less. And she trembled with desire.

“Whoever heard of someone rushing a delicacy?” She said each word like she was savoring them as she was savoring the cock in her caverns.

Caius stopped trying to pull her down and accepted that he wasn’t going to succeed. Usually, his presence was so disarming that despite his lovers being higher than him in Magic Circles, they were unable to actively utilize their strength. But there had been exceptions—such as now—when a desire to do something of particular importance breaks his inexplicable stopper on their strength.

Meline was looking into Caius’s face now like she was searching for something. Caius tried to smile but couldn’t help but grit his teeth and clench his hands so hard that his nails were digging into Meline’s flesh.

“There it is!” Meline purred, “Pour out your angst, My Lord! Let me feel it!”

Her encouragement roused something in Caius. Something his angst had allowed to rise close to the surface. His eyes turned from purple to red— a deeper and more savage red than he usually had. Caius’s fangs returned to replace his human teeth that had taken over after he pulled away from Meline’s neck earlier.

Her neck was looking ever inviting. The fang marks he had made there were still prominent, and he was overcome with the urge to bite her deeply and drink as much of her blood as he could.

By the time Caius had given himself up to the impulse, he realized that was exactly what Meline was after. One of her hands gripped his hair tight, pulling his face into her neck while her other hand pressed hard into his back.

Caius enjoyed feeding on her blood. His savage mind was perfectly capable of acknowledging the quality within Meline’s blood—the charge of emotion so similar but different from Lust—that made his entire being rejoice at her taste.

Still, savage is as savage does.

Caius’s usual restraint when it came to his claws and fangs was completely gone. And he also found himself incapable of pulling his hands off Meline’s ass— He was practically glued to it and so happy to be. Alas, it seemed doomed to become bloody as Caius’s claws unsheathed and sank deep into Meline’s flesh.

While he was wrestling with his savagery, Caius was still aware of Meline’s slow and torturous descent, but he blanked for a minute and only came back to himself when Meline let out a gasp in reaction to his claws in her ass. Before Caius could pull his face away from her neck and stop feeding on her, there was a sound impact as his and Meline’s groins connected with a musically crisp sound.

“OH FUCKING YES!!!!” Meline yelled, and her grip on Caius got painfully tight. Her urging to keep Caius’s fangs in her neck was so irresistible that the best he could do to not leave her bloodless was to limit how much he drank from her.

A sharp pain told Caius that Meline had done the same thing to his back that he had done to her ass. Her fangs dug into his flesh in a stinging pain that admittedly caused his cock to swell an inch or two in Meline’s pussy.

Caius waited for the telltale dripping of blood down his back and realized there was none.

‘Huh,’ he thought with a pause, ‘Come to think of it, I don’t feel any blood on my fingers either.’

Caius was so confused that he managed to resist the glue-like connection his hand had acquired with Meline’s flesh and raised his hand to be sure his claws were out.

His claws were indeed out, but they were spotless.

Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t felt Meline’s skin break under his claws. He had felt it sink into Meline’s flesh but hadn’t sensed any tearing. Now he knew why.

As he stared at his hand, Caius realized Meline must have created a barrier around his and her bodies (she was able to extend it to him because of how tightly they were joined) that shielded them from each other’s claws.

The realization caused Caius to chuckle—the sound was muffled by his mouth still being on her neck—because he also realized that Meline must have excluded her neck so he would be able to bite her. She must have really wanted him to feed on her.

With the protection in place, Meline’s hand was aggressive across Caius’s back, raking her claws across his flesh. The barrier was a thin kind, capable of preventing injury but unable to block out all pain, so Caius felt the claws well enough, causing his jaw to clench so that his fangs bit deeper still into Meline’s neck.

She liked that.

Caius returned the hand he had been observing to Meline’s ass and clenched with reckless abandon. This time, likely due to his being aware it was there, Caius was able to feel the barrier. He felt it flex to his touch, allowing his grip to affect Meline’s flesh while not damaging it.

There was so much capable command of Mana involved in creating and maintaining such a barrier, as well as including exceptions that, for the second time today, Caius was impressed with Meline.

Speaking of a Meline;

She relented in her pull of Caius’s face against her neck and leaned back, looking all over his face with a liquid look in her red eyes. The level of adoration was so great that a lesser man would have flinched or become uncomfortable. But Caius basked in it, and when Meline claimed his lips, he exuded an air of magnanimity like his touch was a blessing—a boon—to be bestowed.

After all, Meline certainly thought it was.