Ascendant Path of a Lustful Vampire Chapter 581: Finish what you started {R-18}

"It was... interesting," Zaila said slowly.

Caius nodded with a chuckle.

"Yeah, it’s often a whole production," he said and took his hands off her before stepping back a bit as he continued,

"Still, I think that was enough for a proof of concept to give you an idea of what can be."

His tone was suggestive and heavy on implication that Zaila understood perfectly; Now that he was no longer touching her, she... missed it. It was like being on a narcotic high. Or more accurately, it was like being on the precipice of an addiction. There was something very memorable about this experience, something that made her want more, and if she chose to indulge, Zaila had a strong feeling that the desire would only grow stronger. That addiction would only get worse.

There was no denying it now; The vampire had been telling the truth.

So what now?

Zaila felt she still had the power and the right to ignore what she could feel and deny that he truly had such a memorable effect on her. But then what? She denies believing everything else he said, detain him and his pack at the Garrison, lift their masks, and have them either tried at the Khione Duchy or handed over to Capital City Authorities?

Was that what she wanted, now or at all?

Zaila flexed her fingers and her strength, the true strength of her Magic Circle, answered her call. Now that the vampire’s hands were off her, her abilities were no longer being hampered. She was now free to impose her Circle superiority.

Zaila grabbed the front of the vampire’s shirt then. She saw his eyes widen as she yanked him before his slower brain could even form the thought of resisting.

Turning them around, Zaila shoved the vampire onto her desk until he was sitting on it and then she straddled him, her knees on either side of him while she still kept hold of the front of his shirt.

And then, she leaned her face into the crook of his neck where she breathed in, taking a long whiff of his scent for the first time that day. Sure, she had smelled him already and acknowledged that he smelled good, but now she did it purposefully, and decided ’good’ wasn’t a good enough description. The vampire’s natural scent was a perfume Zaila couldn’t place exactly or liken to anything— an utterly unique scent as far as she was concerned and it was one that made her mouth water.

She groaned at the scent and then breathed into the vampire’s ear as she said.

"Now finish what you started."

There was a possessive edge to her tone— as if the vampire owed her this pleasure but when she pulled away from his neck to look at his masked face, there was a vulnerability in her eyes.

"You know what could happen if I do that," Caius said but there was no real warning in his tone. He was well past that.

"Maybe I don’t," Zaila said with a smirk, ’Maybe I’d like to find out."

"Well then, be my guest," Caius said and spread his arms wide in invitation.

"What—?" Zaila started but the vampire quickly cut in to clarify.

"If you know what you want enough to ask for it, then you must know it enough to take it," he said.

Zaila paused and then a smile spread across her face. It was a dazzling smile that made an already very beautiful face glow with radiance. But Caius didn’t get to take the smile in fully because Zaila had leaned forward to kiss him.

The kiss was hard and passionate. Zaila pressed against him, forcing him to lean away but at the same time, her hold of the front or shirt pulled him back toward her as well creating an impasse where he mostly just remained where he was.

Caius groaned into the kiss and raised his hands to place them on her hips. And then he worked his touch onto her ass, gripping her ass cheeks through the thin material of her leggings.

Zaila sucked on the vampire’s lower lip, reveling in a taste so sweet, it just might give her a sugar high. And then, she sucked on his upper lip and the delight was similar and incredible. Alternating between the two soon had her rolling herself against the vampire, her exposed breasts rubbing against his clothed chest. Erect and sensitive nipples rubbing against fabric.

Zaila became especially aware that the vampire was a lot more clothed than she was so she grabbed his shirt and pulled, breaking all buttons at the same time so the shirt fell open, revealing skin that she happily rubbed herself against.

"Ohhhh, Goddsssssssssss!!!" Zaila moaned into her kiss with the vampire, her muffled words shaking as they left her lips because her body was being taken over by tremble-inducing pleasure thrills.

The Captain was no prude.

As a Khione woman, basking in the matriarchal superiority of the Duchy, Zaila had her choice of male partners. She also had her choice of not settling with any of them.

Now of course, despite only women being able to attain the position of Matriarch and Duchess of the Khione Family/Duchy, men are not exactly second-class citizens. While Ice Magic is best practiced by women, Khione men can still dabble and achieve relative success. And there are also the other elements which are not forbidden to anyone in the Duchy. As such, there are many capable men in the Duchy. They also occupy important positions.

The North-Western Garrison might be women-exclusive but some other Garrisons allow a Mix. Though there is never any that is male-exclusive.

In short, Zaila finding a capable man, even a man that might be better than her magically—In any other element besides Ice, of course—wasn’t at all impossible. In fact, it was easy.

So yes, the Captain had had relationships and had been willing to let them all end. She had no reason besides it being simply time to move on. Usually, the ’relationship’ was just stress relief so she could go back to focusing on her duties to the Duchy and her family.

But now, she wondered, maybe there had just been something lacking— something she didn’t even know to look out for.

Maybe that something was here, with a vampire who just drank from her neck.

Why else was she so affected by feeling his skin? By breathing in his scent? By feeling his touch?

The thoughts in Zaila’s head didn’t distract her. She didn’t even feel like she was multitasking as the thoughts seemed all part of the process her body was undergoing just like the way her lips joined his or how her fingers crawled across his now exposed skin.

Caius was kneading Zaila’s asscheeks when she destroyed his buttons. He was going to chuckle but the way her breasts felt against his naked chest turned the sound into a groan of pleasure.

There was so much of Zaila’s ass for Caius to feel. He held on to her ample assets as her rocking began to focus especially on the tent that had begun to form in his pants.

Zaila let out a gasp as she felt the hardening within the vampire’s pants. She dropped one of her hands and cupped the bulge, slowly rubbing and drawing more groans from his throat.

And then, her hands moved to the waistband of his pants which she pulled at with fervor and a sense of urgency. As she pulled and the vampire’s groans got louder and deeper, Zaila thrust her tongue into his mouth. She brushed across the side of one of his fangs and her body thrummed with a feeling of danger that was tiny but still impacted her positively.

As her mouth explored his mouth as she had done once before and the vampire’s tongue rose to entangle hers in a tantalizing dance, Zaila undid the fastening that held the vampire’s pants close and she could already feel the rod within rise in search of escape.

Zaila reached in and wrapped her fingers around it and...

’That can’t be right,’ she paused for a second, ’It can’t possibly be that big, could it?’

Surely, her hand was playing tricks on her. Unable to temper her disbelief, Zaila took her lips off the vampire’s and glanced down to confirm what her hand had felt. Even as she looked, the organ swelled, its large head pulsating with purpose.

The excitement already coursing through Zaila tripled as she raised her eyes to look into the vampire’s masked face but he had dipped his head to capture her nipple as he had done before.

Zaila began to stroke the rod slowly, still marveling at its length and girth or at the way the veins around it pulsed with powerfully flowing blood. Her pussy increased its juice production and Zaila gulped.

Caius still kneaded her ass but as Zaila, in her excitement began to squeeze his cock harder and harder, Caius found the seam of her legging and worked his nails into it with an intent to rip them off Zaila’s body and treat himself to even more of her delectable flesh.