Ascendant Path of a Lustful Vampire

Anne swooned.

With her legs unable to support her, she fell to the ground. And as she did, feeling the ground coming at her fast, all she could think was how ridiculous she must look. The thought amused her and she was just about to chuckle when she was scooped off her feet.

In the split second Anne had wobbled and begun her fall, Caius rose from his kneeling position and caught her, lifting her into his arms in a bridal carry.

"Oof," Anne let out in surprise as the chuckle that had been building was cut off in her throat. Instantly, her arms were around Caius's neck to secure her place as he began to move.

Just like in her office—and really that of every Professor Caius had visited—there was a sofa present in Anne's private home Study. But this sofa was wider, longer, and more luxurious with enough lay-down space to be a cozy bed.

Caius placed Anne on the soft cushions and she seemed to remember only then that she was undergoing a climax. The shock of being scooped up and the comfort she felt in Caius's arms had shut it out of her mind for a while but now it was back, hitting her harder than ever.

Anne's head was resting on an armrest with her eyes gazing up at Caius whose body was above hers, when her back arched under the sheer intensity of her climax. She began to let out a long string of moans and incoherent words when Caius's lips pressed against hers and stifled them.

Anne's hands were instantly on Caius's body with her nails exploring his skin as she had done earlier when they had kissed while standing. Caius groaned and let his body lean down as his chest pressed up against her heaving breasts. His lower half lined up with hers and his prominent bulge pressed up against her spasming pussy causing Anne to go even more positively wild than she already had.

Anne felt her self-control slipping and took one hand off Caius to grab the backrest of the sofa which she dug her nails into. It said something about the material used in the sofa's making that it didn't rip under her nails because she really seemed to give it her all.

Caius's skin would not have been so lucky so Anne moved the hand she still had on his body to his hair. She twisted her fingers into his dark locks, gripping tightly while pulling his face against hers to keep his tongue shoved as deep into her throat as it could go.

Anne's toes curled due to intense pleasure and she raised one leg to place behind Caius's back so she could use it to pull him even harder against her. More precisely, she used it to pull his lower half against hers.

With Caius's bulge—his clothed, pulsing rod—pressing up to her panty-covered pussy lips and rubbing against her clit, Anne rode out her first climax of the day. And then, she felt Caius's hands on her sides, gripping hold of her as he urged her up the sofa.

It took only a few nudges over the course of a minute and soon, half of Anne's upper body was off the sofa and hanging off the armrests. She was essentially in a more sitting position now and didn't seem to have noticed. How could she? She was far too busy swallowing as much of Caius's saliva as she possibly could.

And when Caius took his lips off hers and trailed his way to her neck, she became busy with rubbing at his scalp beneath his beautiful head of hair to encourage what she believed was coming.

She wasn't wrong.

Caius placed a hand behind her back and he used the other to gently but firmly hold the back of her neck as he shifted and sank his fangs into her neck.

"Ngh!" Anne groaned at the sharp pain of the puncture wounds and then at the ache that accompanied the sucking motion. Her climax that had been on its last lap gained a second wind and she humped herself against Caius's bulge to ride out the remnant of that release.

Caius loved the taste of her blood. And although he knew he couldn't drink enough from her to make up for the separation to come, his mouth sucked as though he could.

Anne had begun to meditate on the Arcane Circle. Caius had transferred all relevant information to her when he put the Circle in her head in the first place. To the point where she didn't even have to ask Lea—who clearly had more experience at the stuff than she did—for clarifications.

As such, her blood was buoyant with improved Evolution Charge as well as a 'thickness' made just a few sips feel like gallons to an insatiable Caius. Still, as hungrily as he drank from her, tasting her blood for the first time, Caius knew when to stop. At least for now because, overall, he was far from done. He was going to have more sips from her before the day was over.

He pulled away from her neck, his fangs still out and a thin trail of blood on his lips. He dragged his tongue across it and collected the blood soon enough with Anne's eyes open to see it all. And then, with her hand at the back of his head, she pulled him close to kiss him again.

It wasn't the first time she had kissed him with his fangs out and she hadn't really gotten better at avoiding those sharp things. This was partly because she didn't want to take care to avoid it at all. It just didn't matter to her.

Her climax had finally ended and she was all too eager to get right back to that peak. She needed it like an addict needs a fix. That orgasmic peak was a high she was always going to be happy to chase and a couple of sharp fangs weren't going to slow her down.

The days of relying heavily on her imaginative mind to get off were finally over and she was only too happy to enjoy it with as many orgasms as could be crammed into every minute of every hour of every day she got to spend with Caius.

Fortunately for her, her lover's mind worked on a very similar trajectory.

Caius worked his way down her body again and as he did, Anne knew where he was headed and eagerly encouraged his descent. She so anticipated his plans that when he stopped to suck on her breasts, she felt he was wasting time and pushed down on his head to get him to keep going south.

Between her legs, Caius caught the straps of Anne's panties with his fangs and easily cut through them. With Aylin rising just an inch off the sofa's cushions, Caius was able to slide the cut panties off her body after which he promptly gobbled it up.

While they were standing and kissing, Anne's panties had already been drenched. Now, following quite an intense climax, it was dripping with juices.

There was so much for Caius to suck off the small piece of garment and as Anne watched him do just that, she bit her lower lip sensually. When he then grabbed it between two fingers and dragged it, slowly, out of his mouth, Anne groaned and leaned her head back while jerking her hips at him.

Caius smiled and with a flick of his wrist, he discarded the panties as he bent low and let out his tongue. He licked at Anne's inner thighs. Just like her discarded panties, they were also coated in Anne's juices and he'd never pass up the chance to have more of her.

The movement of his tongue, the fact that he raised one hand to her chest and grabbed one of her tits, and then worked his hand between her ass and the sofa cushion beneath to cop a feel of her cheeks had Anne squealing as the tremors of desire arrived.