Ascendant Path of a Lustful Vampire Chapter 547: Unfair exchange {R-18}

After dragging his tongue across Meline’s slit once, Caius trailed his tongue to her other inner thigh, which hadn’t yet had the pleasure of being licked clean. He had only just started when Meline felt prompted to lift her leg to give him good access.

With one thigh on Caius’s shoulder and the other in the air, Meline should have wobbled, but she remained very balanced without even needing to pull at Caius’s hair harder than she already was.

Caius didn’t bother himself with the physics, though, as he was far too engrossed in running his tongue across the length of Meline’s inner thighs until it was as free of moisture as her other thigh—except for the light trail of his saliva showing his effort—and then he returned to her pussy.

Meline’s snatch practically hummed with anticipation— it was as though magical energy was especially coursing through that part of her body. Caius licked almost without end as juices continued to seep out of the tight opening— courtesy of Meline’s arousal.

Even though Caius’s tongue was no longer exploring her inner thigh, Meline didn’t drop the leg that she had raised. Instead, she rested her thigh on his other shoulder, so now both of her legs were off the ground.

Caius was aware the moment this happened, and he stood slowly but steadily on his feet, as though Meline wasn’t at all balanced on his shoulders. His hands gripped her thighs, not so hard as to hurt but firmly enough to ensure she remained where she was while he continued to explore her nether lips.

Meline didn’t react particularly to Caius’s standing up. Every sound that she produced—and they were many and loud—was due to the sensations of delight that were resulting from the adventures of Caius’s masterful tongue.

Up and down, Caius licked across the slit with the diligence of one who wanted to have it all and continue until there was no more of Meline’s juices to enjoy, as well as the excitement of a child who hoped his favorite treat would never finish.

As he licked and enjoyed the seemingly never-ending delight, Caius opened his mouth wider as had become a technique of his, and raked his teeth across the erect and sensitive bundle of pleasure nerves that was his lover’s clit.

Meline clamped her thighs against Caius’s head. It might have been skull-crushing had there not been a tree behind Caius’s head—and between Meline’s thighs—that stopped any further clenching. As it was, Meline still cracked the bark of the tree somewhat.

This incident didn’t fill Caius with even a tiny bit of trepidation. In fact, he smiled against Meline’s pussy and exuded an air of slight disappointment as though he would have preferred the tree wasn’t there and didn’t interfere so he could feel the entirety of the pressure of Meline’s thighs against his head.

He raked his teeth even harder against Meline’s clit, causing more powerful sensations to course through her and encouraging her to keep clenching against the tree so hard that it creaked like it was about to shatter.

Besides the clenching of her thighs, Meline reacted to Caius’s clit teasing by pulling at his hair as she leaned back and howled her pleasure at the canopy of branches above.

Caius was sure the tower of swirling darkness she had cast around them for privacy muffled sounds, but he wondered if it would stifle sounds directed upward, as the tower didn’t have a ceiling. And then, he realized he didn’t care and was more interested in how much pleasure he could elicit in Meline and how much louder her groans could get.

It turns out the answer is, Very, very much louder.

When Caius’s tongue finally slid its way into Meline’s opening—a difficult task that took minutes to achieve because of how hard her inner muscles clamped down on his tongue—Meline was subjected to intense pleasure not just from the way Caius’s teeth worked over her clit but also from the way his tongue lapped across her erogenous zones across her velvet walls.

She shook hard then and became overcome with fits of spasms. An orgasm had taken her over, and she welcomed it gladly. She took one hand off Caius’s head and struck the tree. She unsheathed her claws and sank them deep into the tree bark, but when the spasms became so intense that she pulled at the tree hoping it would anchor her, Meline simply ripped off the bark as well as a chunk of the tree.

As sap ran down her hand to her wrist, Meline wasn’t too bothered. She just tossed the tree bark and the piece of the tree she had pulled to the ground and struck the tree with her claws again. This time, she gained enough of a hold to anchor herself against the climactic storm that buffered her entire being.

The tree creaked ominously between Meline’s thighs—and behind Caius’s head—as Meline’s climax caused her to clench it even harder with her thighs, but Caius just smiled harder and kept up his actions to help her ride out the climax and also intensify it enough that it went on longer than it would have.

Caius’s tongue remained on Meline’s most erogenous spot within her cavern of pleasure, and he received every bit of juice she produced. He opened his eyes and rolled them up to keep them on Meline’s face all through the climax, taking note of every detail of her face throughout.

It took a while before Meline regained voluntary control of most of her body and wasn’t being primarily driven by the spasms assaulting her. And the first thing she did when she regained this control was to rock her pussy against Caius’s face, essentially increasing the pressure of his teeth on her clit and that of the contact of his tongue on that wonderful spot within her.

Caius’s hands were on her ass, his fingers digging into the supple wonder of her asscheeks while he basically held on for the ride she was taking against his face. And what a wonderful ride it was; Calus’s cock was so infused with blood that it was about to burst right through his pants and out into the chilly Forest air.

Even when Meline’s orgasm had waned, she didn’t stop her gyrations. While she, of course, would welcome another climax, the action seemed lacking in any real consciousness and was driven by instincts that told her it would feel good to continue to rub her pussy against Caius’s face.

And her instincts were right.

Eventually, though, she was gripped by desire and purpose, and in a fluid movement, she dismounted from Caius’s shoulders, pulling her claws out of the tree as she moved. She landed so lightly that there was hardly any sound and only a slight depression in the snow on the ground.

Her arms wrapped around Caius’s neck, and she pulled him towards her face as their lips connected. She tasted herself on Caius’s lips, but more than that, she tasted him. She let her senses become awash with his very presence, and with the tingles that coursed through her as they rocked against each other’s bodies.

Meline pulled her arms from Caius’s neck and moved her hands down to grab his shirt, pushing them off his body. Caius had his hands on her hips as she did this but released her for the two seconds Meline needed to pull the shirt off him, and then he returned his hands to where they had been, gripping Meline’s hips with fervent passion.

Caius didn’t lose his grip when Meline’s lips began to wander. When she pricked his neck lightly in a tease of a deeper bite to come later and enjoyed the few drops of his blood that seeped out, he just groaned and gripped her hips even harder.

Once the little nibble mark she had made in Caius’s neck no longer bled, Meline ran her lips down his front and then to his arms. She pulled one of his hands off her hip just to hold it out and pepper it with kisses. When she began to do the same to his other arm, Caius raised the hand she had freed and cradled the side of her face, his thumb stroking her skin.

The sensation of the thumb against her skin, so gentle that her heart melted, caused Meline to purr, but while she slowed down, she didn’t altogether stop her exploration of Caius’s arm.

And then she was exploring his chest and made her way quickly down, going lower and lower while she undid the buckling of his pants— Actually, she tried to undo the buckling but somehow found it difficult to work the mechanism. She was so agitated and filled with anticipation, so great at the sight of the bulge in his pants that she struggled.

"Ah fuck it!" She snarled and then yanked.

The sound was like an explosion as Caius’s pants seemed to burst away from his legs, hanging as rags from Meline’s annoyed grips.

"Seems like an unfair exchange for the panties I cut," Caius said with a twinkle in his purple eyes,

"But an arousing display nonetheless."