Ascendant Path of a Lustful Vampire Chapter 551: It felt so right… **

As she felt the head of Caius’s rod strike the very end of her insides, Meline arched her back against the ground and stretched her hands out to her sides, digging her claws into the ground, trying to anchor herself.

Alas, she was too strong. Even with her true strength being tempered by being in Caius’s presence, Meline was still more than strong enough to pull through the earth, creating divots on the ground as it failed to work properly as an anchor.

Meline didn’t seem to mind, though. She was content to keep dragging her claws about in search of grounding while she began to use her feet planted on the ground to lift her ass enough inches off the ground to thrust her lower half into Caius.

As he let out a groan of pleasure, Caius couldn’t help but shut his eyes for a few seconds while he held his position, reveling in the way her inner muscles were reacting to his presence. Even though he was coming down from a climactic high, Caius found himself right back on the path to the next one.

The events leading up to his and Meline’s last climax had more than satisfied Caius’s desire for quick and hard-hitting thrusts, but if he ever even entertained the notion that he was now in total control of his urges, he was in for a big surprise. His urge was now for something slow and sentimental, and try as he might, he could not resist the urge. Neither did he want to.

Also, his sensitivity had hiked up a notch—following his very impactful climax—and every slight twitch in Meline’s wonderful cavern had him so overcome with pleasure that it almost hurt. As such, even without the urge that came on him, Caius would have wanted to take it slow anyway. If for nothing more than to take in Meline’s face.

Caius had never been under the impression that he wasn’t lucky to have the life he did. Even with the hint of danger and trouble that it carried, the blessings seemed to outweigh all else.

And no matter how many his lovers were—and the numbers seemed to always be on the increase—or the varying degrees of intimacy, trust, and affection he felt for each one of them, his delight in indulging in their presence will always remain true with no exceptions.

These thoughts were not actually very articulate in Caius’s head. They were more of a feeling of certainty, pleasure, and purpose that swarmed his entire psyche. Other than that, his mind remained far too focused on the task at hand.

Meline gave up on trying to dig herself an anchor in the ground and placed her hands on Caius’s back, staining his flesh with mud as she clung as tight as she could while still keeping herself well under control enough not to unsheathe her claws. Meline also raised one of her feet off the ground and placed her leg at the small of Caius’s back, pulling him closer and trying her best to ensure he didn’t pull out of her.

It felt so right for them to be joined like this and for her to have the entirety of his cock within herself, so she was very reluctant to part with even a few inches of the rod, even if they were going to be thrust right back in.

Despite Meline’s measures, Caius managed to draw back two inches before her leg pulled him right back in, striking the head of his cock so hard against the end of her pussy that Meline cried out.

And so they went.

The motion was slow and steady. Never faltering. The sounds Caius and Meline produced in reaction to pleasure fluctuated in volume but always seemed to come from the deepest part of their hearts. When their lips came together again, the kiss wasn’t hard and obsessive but gentle and passionate.

As Meline moaned, she couldn’t help but realize she had no memory of ever feeling such intimacy and closeness of hearts. Hers and Caius’s hearts seemed to beat at the same rhythm, and she could have sworn their very souls were merging. At the very least, she was sure her own soul opened up and accepted him in a manner so different from how she already had.

Sure, her soul might be in Nyx’s hands, but it was Caius who seemed to actually own it. The one who could crush it as easily as he could do with her heart. It sounded ludicrous even to her, but Meline was sure it was true.

The next climax didn’t take Meline by surprise; she had been paying attention to its progress and actually anticipated its arrival. She anticipated the spasm that would cause her insides to clamp down so tightly that Caius would finally stop those trusts of his.

Sure, she enjoyed every thrust; she loved the way the veiny stem felt against the ribbed surface of her velvet walls, and she liked the sound of their groins slapping together with every thrust, and she also loved how the head of his cock struck the end of her pussy to deliver a delightful and addictive mix of pain and pleasure.

Still, as much as she enjoyed the thrusts, nothing could compare to the completeness she felt when Caius was fully within her, and she wished to have that feeling maintained for longer than two seconds at a time. She had tried all else and hadn’t managed so far, so she was looking forward to that burst of strength that always accompanied her climax.

"FUCK YES!!!" Meline exclaimed positively when it finally arrived. She had both of her legs around Caius now, using all of the strength in her perfect, long, smooth, sexy legs to support the clench of her inner muscles.

It worked. Meline got what she wanted, and finally, Caius stayed in place and didn’t move anymore. He looked down at her, his purple eyes glistening as he leaned down and captured her lips. And then, with a grunt that was muffled by their lips and the ardent kiss they began to share, Caius experienced yet another climax himself.

And so, joined as they were and feeling complete, Caius and Meline experienced simultaneous orgasms. When the climaxes waned, the two didn’t pull apart and stayed as they were, their lips locked as Meline got what she wanted and was absolutely delighted about it.

Their time together didn’t end there.

It seemed as though the fact that they were not actually alone had become lost to the two because soon, the sun was setting and they were still wrapped together— Still delivering and receiving thrusts and still letting out their moans, groans, and grunts of desire to be absorbed by the tower of darkness Meline had cast—and maintained for hours—around them.

When they seemed to have had enough—Well, Meline had had enough, and Caius was getting rejuvenated by the sexual activity even as the minutes turned to hours—they just lay in the snow. More fell from the sky, and even the divots Meline had dug in the ground had been covered up by the white stuff.

"We should be getting back," Meline said, slurring her words a bit.

"Of course you can say that," Caius said with a chuckle, "You didn’t have your pants exploded off your body."

Meline’s cheeks flushed.

"Hey, you ripped my shirt," she said defensively.

"A very elegant slice. Still salvageable. Fashionable even," Caius said, "It wasn’t turned into rags like my pants were."

"You could wear my pants; I could just go about in my panties— oh wait, you destroyed that too!" Meline said.

"Nah, I don’t have your sexy legs." Caius shook his head with a mournful sigh, "Your pants won’t look good on me."

Meline paused, looking amused and delighted at his obvious praise, and then she shrugged.

"Oh, I think you could pull it off."

They chuckled then and went quiet, enjoying each other’s company. While Meline wasn’t wrong to suggest that they should be getting back, Caius didn’t see any reason to hurry. He was as energetic as ever, but Meline could do with an hour or two to catch her breath. And lying in the snow, her breasts on his chest, his hand on her ass while she draped a leg over him and hugged him close wasn’t bad.

The cold didn’t bother Caius at all as much as he thought it would. It did make him think of Aylin and the time they shared in the closet at Lochxen, when she created a winter wonder with her magic.

Caius turned his eyes toward the north, where the Khione Duchy Capital lay ahead. That was Aylin’s home, the place that would one day become the center of her command over the entire Khione Duchy, as was her destiny as the eldest daughter of the current Khione Duchess.

The Khiones are a Matriarchal family and only allow women to rule, and have been so since the days the territory was a Kingdom (actually a Queendom) rather than a Duchy, which was why, despite Aylin having an older brother, Baler Khione, it was she who was to inherit the Duchy.