Chapter 40: Call me Mommy
"Athenodora," Caius called her name and looked at that face he had not seen in five years unsure how to feel.
He usually liked to be detached about the memories he inherited because he didn’t want them influencing his actions and reactions to the events of the world lest he become like Caius in [To Kill A Demon Lord...], feeling bitter and holding on to a lot of resentment mostly at himself.
But this woman—this Vampire—easily became an exception to that detachment and had him feeling a wave of emotions.
The Vampire standing in front of him put the status of ’True-Vampire’ he had just acquired to shame. An aura was emanating from her body that had him feeling an inclination to not only bow but also fall to the ground and kiss her feet.
Speaking of her feet, they were bare and they had to be the prettiest pair Caius had ever seen. And he said that as someone who would not consider himself a foot person. That had never been a fetish of his which was what made it feel especially weird how much he wanted to lick her toes. They looked so dainty and perfect. Her toenails were painted a deep black that absorbed all light and reflected none of it.
Moving on...
Caius’ eyes moved from her feet onto her calves that continued the visage of perfection and then he was gazing at the end of her short black gown. The gown had partings on either side to let her move her legs freely so he got a good view of her thighs, feeling an urge to step forward and wrap his arms around them.
’Is she bewitching me?’ Caius asked himself to no answer.
Caius’ eyes fell on the Vampire’s waist next and he saw her hands on them as she struck a pose that would have had him salivating if he had just a bit less self-control. But her hips and the ample, round asscheeks they teased were not Caius’ main focus of attraction. Rather it was Athenodora’s arms themselves.
She had tattoos all over both her arms with similar patterns like the ones he had seen on her back. Caius tried to decipher them but they were a mixture of Artistic diagrams and symbols that had his head aching the more he tried to understand them so he gave up.
And now his eyes were on her chest. Her gown was snug around her body but was loose enough to let her round tits push it out so they could wobble with every step she took.