Ascendant Path of a Lustful Vampire

Anne climaxed.

And besides the fact that she had felt it coming, she just really didn't have a chance of it not happening at that very moment.

From the way Caius' voice hit her, to the feel of his lips on her skin to the stroking of her nipple with his finger… Yeah, her underwear had to get wet.

And the feeling of the orgasm itself truly earned the word 'orgasmic'.

Never had Anne felt so good, so wonderful, so… pleasured.

Every other memory of every other climax, no matter how much she might have built them up in her head due to nostalgia, paled in comparison to this.

To the sheer force that this struck her with.

And it hit her in stages too. After each stage when she thought it had reached the crescendo, it'd be revealed that there was more to come.

"FUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!!!" She groaned and trembled harder than she had so far. It became spasms as she jerked in her chair over and over again while feeling her juices spewing from her pussy lips and getting splattered against the inside of her panties.

There would have been a noticeable wet patch on her skirt by now had it not been for its enchanted material as well as its dark color. Oh, the embarrassment that would come over her for having wet herself in the presence of a student. It would be even worse than the embarrassment she already felt for having allowed herself to reach climax by his touch.

Anne Gilligan had been ready for that feeling, of course. Ever since she decided to enjoy Caius's touch and reach satisfaction through it, she had known what would come of it and embraced it. Still, it's just really impossible—for her, at least—to completely forgo shame.

But it was over now.

She had reached that crest of delight and, knowing herself, Anne believed she would be crashing down hard now and be overcome by shame at what she had just done.

That post-orgasmic clarity would prove to be her ticket to ending this and ushering Caius out of her office.

Alas, it never came.

There was no end to her arousal.

There was no end to the tingles of anticipation all over her.

There was no clarity.

"What— what is happening?" Anne asked herself and she sounded a little close to someone who was panicking.

And that was how she felt.

This was new for her.

How could she not be crashing right now?

How was her body still craving more?

How was she already feeling herself starting a journey to another climax? One that would put what she just experienced to shame which—as a side note—she didn't think was possible because, how could that wonderful thing she enjoyed mere minutes ago probably be beat?

In any case, Anne found that she couldn't conceive the thought of sending Calus out of her office. She could only think of remaining seated as she was and anticipating more pleasure to come in an almost blank state of mind.

One thing did come to her mind at that moment though; Her daughter, Lea. The one who, as far as Anne knew, had set the precedent for an inappropriate student-teacher relationship with Caius.

Even though Caius may have been a bit vague about it when she questioned, Anne had enough evidence to know something had happened between Lea and Caius. Mostly because of Lea herself who could hardly keep her joy to herself.

And of course, Anne had been curious about that joy. She had known of some of her daughter's previous partners. Lea's journey all over the Acheron Empire and beyond and given rise to many relationships and one of the 'upsides' of moving from place to place was the ability to be detached so maybe that was why Anne had never seen Lea act as… smitten with those partners as she was always ready to leave them behind.

But what makes Caius different? Anne had wondered.

Once she put aside the 'weirdness' of Lea sleeping with a student, Anne was then able to give the whole thing some deeper thought.

She could have waved it aside as simply the fad of the moment only made possible because Lea had to remain at Lochxen to teach for a considerably long stretch of time, but she would be lying if she said she couldn't feel it was something… more.

At the time, Anne had been dealing with her own issues. Notably, there was Caius basically calling her out on her perverse reading interest in class, and also the fact that the call-out sent her deeper into those interests while she found herself unable not to look at him in almost the same way her daughter, Lea did.

She had even touched herself to the mental image of her daughter and Caius together. She had hated herself for it right after of course. Hated herself really hard…

… Only to do it again the moment the urge arose again.

And from that, came jealousy.

Jealousy that all she had were these perverse thoughts while Lea seemingly got to enjoy the real thing.

Anne knew that, on a subconscious level at the very least, this jealousy was what had caused her to see Caius's report for what it really was; An invitation.

And she had taken up that invitation by inviting him in here under the guise of discussing how wrong he was to submit such a thing to her.

And of course, on both a conscious and subconscious level, she had planned for that talk to really put an end to what she was feeling. Whether by turning away from it as was the right thing to do, or by indulging in it as was the 'wrong thing to do', and what most appealed to her.

Really, there was only an illusion of choice because, Anne never could have found it in herself to turn those feelings away. To turn Caius away.

She had always thought she was irrational and wrong to be jealous of Lea. It wasn't befitting for a mother, after all.

Now, having felt Caius's touches, his lips on her skin, and having just climaxed from all those, she realized she had really not been jealous enough.

To think Lea had been hoarding these wonderful feelings.

Caius took his hand off Anne's shoulder then and grabbed the high back of her chair, pulling it back until he had the chair resting on its back legs only.

He stopped touching Lea's breast then and before she could complete the groan of loss that was starting to escape her lips, Caius turned the chair around with her in it, letting it land back on its front legs with a deep *thud* sound.

His hand left the back of the chair and touched her cheek and then went to the back of her neck. His touch was light but the effect felt by Anne was powerful. It felt like she had been zapped with electricity—in a good way. She tilted her head back, and the tight bun she had done her hair in trembled to show how much her upper body was spasming.

Her lips parted. Her glasses slid even further down her nose. Caius caught it with the index finger of his other hand and adjusted it up her face while still looking into her eyes with a smile.

Anne's eyes were open. The black were twinkling with desire and she arched her back in her chair, thrusting her breasts at Caius, trying to get his attention back to them.

Caius's eyes dropped and he saw what he hadn't seen standing behind her; the bra's clasp was in front.

"Was this for my benefit?" He asked with a playful smirk, "Hoping to make it easier for me?"

"Perhaps," Anne said slowly while holding back her moan.

She knew Caius was likely only joking but she meant her answer. There was just so much fighting in her head on what was right and wrong that she couldn't be too sure she hadn't worn this in case something like what was happening at the moment happened. After all, while she had it in her wardrobe, it was not usually her pick to wear.

"Well, I thank you," Caius said.

And with that, he undid the clasp.