Ascendant Path of a Lustful Vampire Chapter 550: Equal measure of savagery {R-18}

It seemed like Meline would just stare at Caius for hours on end while her inner muscles worked their wonderful and delectable magic around his hard cock within her tightly gripping pussy.

Eventually, Caius flexed his cock, and the effect caused Meline to arch her back with a groan toward the canopy of tree branches above. With his claws digging into Meline’s ass as much as possible without actually causing injury, Caius lifted her a few inches and then brought her down to lodge himself deep within her.

The extenuating circumstance that had made Meline capable of using her true Magic Circle to resist Caius was gone now. She seemed far too overcome with her delight in the moment—as well as the fact that she had succeeded and gotten what she wanted—to keep it up so Caius was able to lift and pull her down as much as he wanted.

Caius didn’t start slow. He had too much angst working through him to take a measured approach with this. He went hard and fast right from the start, enjoying the absolute entirety of the movement of Meline’s inner muscles around him.

The intensity with which the inner muscles clenched made it difficult for Caius to pull out of Meline’s insides, but he welcomed the bit of challenge, familiarizing himself with every ridge that lined Meline’s inner walls.

Meline’s back remained arched, but she did turn her face away from the canopy above to Caius’s face again, and then she surged forward with her fangs out as she sank them into Caius’s neck and drank from him.

Caius’s blood was like a powerful stimulant for Meline’s savage mind. Her pupils dilated within her red irises as she felt the power within his blood more clearly than she ever had before. It robbed her of all conscious thought and made all her actions henceforth driven completely by instincts.

Interestingly, the change was subtle; Meline was already letting her instincts direct her as rational thoughts seemed pointless and distracting when she could give herself up completely to pleasure.

However, as Caius’s powerful tasting blood stimulated her savagery, Meline’s aggression reached another height. She had already been working her claws across Caius’s back, but now she really dug them deep inside, pushing the barrier she had created around his body to the limit.

The barrier still kept the claws from causing damage, but now white scratches began to appear on Caius’s skin. The scratches ached, but Caius welcomed the discomfort and found it easy to channel all that into his sexual prowess, which Meline absolutely benefited from, judging by the howls of pleasure that left her mouth.

Since Caius became aware of the barrier that kept his claws from damaging Meline’s flesh, he had become more careless. He had let his claws roam all over Meline’s ass in a caress that would most certainly have turned bloody without the barrier.

Now that Meline had kicked into such a new gear of savagery, Caius went further as well. In no time at all, he was also dragging his claws across Meline’s body and soon began to create white scratches on her otherwise flawless skin.

"Yes!" Meline exclaimed with delight.

She rose and fell in a rapid rhythm, going as fast and hard as Caius wanted. Caius drew back his hips and thrust forward in complete sync with Meline, the pleasure truly driving them both wild as they continued to rake their claws all over each other’s bodies with increasing intensity.

It was nothing like Caius had ever experienced.

Such equal measure of savagery and the near-disregard for welfare charged him with a thrill that gained him even more inches in the length and girth of his already imposing rod and drove him speedily closer to climax with every thrust.

Caius and Meline also took turns sinking their fangs into each other’s necks. They must have both had more blood than they thought because the alternating ritual went on for minutes and Caius didn’t feel like he was running out. His arousal also didn’t wane but instead grew stronger still.

Through it all, somehow—and a testament to Meline’s magical strength—the barrier endured. Try as they might—and they tried very hard—neither Meline nor Caius broke through the barrier, and the white scratches, many as they were, were the extent of injury caused.

When Caius again became capable of rational thought, he’d wonder if he or Meline would have stopped if they did draw blood. The answer? Maybe.

Common sense would say that they would have stopped, but Caius knew common sense was the farthest from both of their minds at that moment, and pain might not be enough to pull them out of their descent into intense debauchery.

Besides the groans, grunts, growls, and purrs that were the most prominent sounds produced by Caius and Meline, the sounds of their groins smacking against each other were even louder, especially in Caius’s ears.

Compared to the sounds that their connecting bodies were making, everything else was a background murmur that he was at times not even fully aware of. Even as aggressively as his claws worked all over Meline’s body, Caius never faltered in his thrusts.

And then, the moment arrived.

Together, Caius and Meline let out orgasmic cries, and as one, they were struck by the climactic urge for release. Meline squirted her juices with such force that Caius would have been expelled from her insides had it not been for her tightly clenching pussy as well as Caius’s sheer determination to remain where he was.

While braving the storm of Meline’s juices, Caius’s balls grew taut and a powerful stream of cum charged through his stem into the deepest recess of Meline’s insides. Its warmth made Meline feel as though she were glowing from the inside and thrust her even deeper into the pleasure-tinted mental space she was already rooted in.

There were some light thrusts, but ultimately, Caius and Meline mostly clung to each other with their claws for the duration of their simultaneous orgasms.

When it finally waned, and they came to, the two found their savagery sated. It was like the monster that had reared within them and inspired their actions had been lulled to sleep and now just purred with contentment.

They touched their foreheads together, their eyes boring deep into each other’s. Meline’s muscles were actively working all over Caius’s still-hard cock, and neither of the two was at all fatigued just yet. They were both feeling very sensitive, but that seemed all the better for more of the deliciousness.

And then, Meline’s arms tightened around Caius’s neck and began to pull. A second after Caius realized what was about to happen, it had already happened; Meline’s back hit the snowy forest floor as she fell to the ground, and with her legs locked behind Caius’s back and her arms around his neck, she pulled him down with her.

It was a very smooth fall.

It was quick, and Caius barely felt jostled. He looked, and the snow where Meline had fallen was hardly disturbed. In fact, as far as the environment was concerned, she might as well have just lain down on the ground gently.

Caius felt Meline’s legs unlock around his back as she placed her feet on the ground, her knees pointing upward. Her arms didn’t drop from Caius’s neck entirely, but they loosened, and she moved her hand across his face and then trailed a clawless finger down his arm to the scratches she had made there.

"We got a bit carried away, huh," she said with a sheepish smile.

"I was of the impression this was what you wanted," Caius said with a smirk.

"Well, wanting something can be different from actually getting it," Meline said.

"So you regret this?"

"Nyx No!" Meline said immediately, and then that sheepish smile returned, "It’s just... I get the feeling you don’t like feeling so out of control."

Caius hadn’t ever confided in any of the Leopolds about the repression of his vampiric tendencies and how that had created a complex in him. But he could see how Meline, and maybe the others too, might have noticed the lack of savagery coming off him whenever he transformed. Though he suspected Meline didn’t actually know the cause (because he never told her) and just assumed he hated that part of himself.

"Loss of control can be freeing," Caius said after a short pause, "And I’ve always been working to tame that part of myself—bring it under control properly—so you might have actually helped with that."

"So you’re not mad," Meline said, her eyes searching.

Caius smiled.

"Far from it," he said.

Meline let out a breath that Caius heard as he dipped his head to kiss her throat and then worked his way to her breasts. As he did. His hand, with his claws sheathed, touched and stroked across the scratches he had made on her thighs.

When Caius raised his head, he placed a hand on the side of Meline’s head and gripped her thigh with his other hand before driving forward to thrust himself deep into her once more.