Chapter 101: Had anyone ever come close? {R-18}
Caius sat up on the ground now, his hand gripping handfuls of Athenodora’s hair and using it to stop himself from falling back as he seemed so much at a risk of falling because of the intensity of the sensations he was feeling.
He never could have expected how good it felt. He never could have anticipated how the occasional pricking pain of those tiny puncture holes and the pleasure of Athenodora’s incredible suction melded together in a sensation that had his balls already going taut, in readiness for a climax.
Athenodora’s fangs might actually have been venomous with how they seemed to have injected him with more raging hormones than he ever thought possible and caused his cock to be at the hardest it had ever been in all his time in this world. Which, although it was technically a short while, was still pretty significant because he had had very raging hard-ons.
As for the freaky Vampire with the stab-happy fangs, she had her eyes closed and was in a state of complete delirium. The taste of Caius’ blood was as incredible as always. It was the very idea of how she was sourcing for it, the fact that it was coming out of the stem of his hard and very erect cock, that was driving her especially wild.
And then she heard the change in Caius’s tone and smiled to herself at how, despite his earlier objection, he seemed to be loving that she bit him. But, while she knew what was coming and knew she had only a few seconds before the first wad of cum was shot into her mouth, she wasn’t sure if she should receive it.
Having lived as long as she had—Thousands and Thousands of years—there were certain carnal pleasures she no longer indulged in;
She no longer ate actual food. She detested the stuff. Wine was an occasional indulgence whenever she happened to come across one brewed strongly enough to get her inebriated even if only for a few seconds but that was all.
But most of all was her decision to go celibate and do away with sexual pleasure completely.
Centuries after centuries of existence had passed since she had decided it was overrated. The sexual and sensual undertones to her words were now just a means to an end. A manipulative tactic she used to spice up her hunts. Or to try and make Caius flustered.
Athenodora had long accepted that Nothing could possibly beat the pleasure she got from Blood sucking. Nothing could beat the wonderful deliciousness of that warm crimson fluid running down her throat. As far as she was concerned, that was the only fluid that could come out of anyone that she would ever want to taste.