Ascendant Path of a Lustful Vampire Chapter 616: Son of a Bitch! {R-18}

A fine mist of pussy juices sprayed from Athenodora’s pussy lips, mostly splashing against Caius’s jaw. However, a few drops did get into his mouth and while he savored her taste, he mostly reveled in the sound of her cry when his teeth clamped down particularly hard on her clit.

The reaction was uncontrolled, and Caius felt it was the first raw, true expression of pleasure he had ever heard from Athenodora. Yes, she had moaned and groaned so far but it was clear to him that those came from a place of power and control, produced by someone who was indulging in the pleasure but remaining detached enough from it all to retain the initiative. Caius knew this because he himself had been guilty of it with lovers past.

The thing is, though, Caius had never been able to keep that going all the time, indefinitely. Besides the fact that his lovers usually broke through whatever mental divide he was using to maintain that detachedness, he himself often broke down the wall and let himself get swept away by pleasure.

As he heard the sounds leaving Athenodora’s lips, felt the way her thighs vibrated against the sides of his face, the way her pussy thrummed against his lips, and the way her clit throbbed between his teeth, he wondered if she had ever been in such a state of lack of control.

Of course, being in control is how some people get their jollies. Caius was sure that was true for Athenodora but one should always be open to new experiences. Sometimes, it’s good to experience and see how much wonder has been left untapped by dynamics you once shunned.

For example, in this case; Rather than control the proceedings with subtle cues and controlled reactions, what if Athenodora truly let herself get lost in it all? What if she was kept on the edge, unaware of what came next and how it would feel... What if she was about to be subjected to pleasures unknown with everything to do with her enjoyment in the hands of her controlling partner?

Caius pulled his rows of teeth apart, keeping the upper row pressed against Athenodora’s clit while the lower row grazed across her pussy lips which were moist with her juices both from the mist spray from earlier and the continued secretions.

Caius raked his lower row of teeth across the pussy lips, coming less than an inch to the clit above and then going back down and up again, in a smooth rhythm. As he did this, his tongue darted out, collecting the collated drops of pussy juices his teeth had gathered and occasionally, getting past the lips to lap at Athenodora’s opening.

Athenodora’s breath caught. After that slip where she let out such a loud and sharp cry, she tried for control again, biting her lower lip to keep more quiet but it wasn’t so easy. Not with Caius’s actions below causing her breath to catch in her throat and causing waves of spasms to course through her body.

Through it all, Athenodora still thrust herself at Caius, trying to gain more traction with his teeth, and get it to place more pressure against her needy pussy lips.

Caius took advantage of Athenodora’s ass being lifted off the ground to move his hands beneath them, grabbing the two cheeks and kneading them so hard that his creator groaned deep in her throat.

Athenodora could not remember her ass ever feeling so sensitive and adding so greatly to her pleasure but she certainly didn’t mind it. Not ordinarily anyway. What she did mind was that she was still in a state of attempting to recover control of herself and her ass becoming such an erogenous zone wasn’t making the task any easier.

And then, right when the routine of the teeth against her pussy lips was starting to feel familiar, Caius transitioned, wrapping his lips around Athenodora’s clit and sucking on it harder than he’d ever sucked on her nipples.

"You son of bitch!" Athenodora said through gritted teeth as her body was rocked with minor-orgasmic spasms building upon all the tensions of pleasure her body was already under.

"Oh, don’t call yourself a bitch," Caius somehow managed to say, his tone cheeky.

Athenodora smirked at his admission of their maternal relationship as she said,

"I’ve been called worse."

"I’m sure you have," Caius agreed, opening his mouth wide so he could receive every drop of pussy juice that was squirted from her delectable hole.

The feeling of Caius guzzling down her juices was yet another surprising source of arousal and pleasure for Athenodora who found herself hoping the stream of release would continue just enough for her to truly be steeped in that delight.

But it didn’t last long. It hadn’t been a true orgasm, after all. So Caius returned to sucking on his creator’s clit, stroking his tongue against its tip as it throbbed in his mouth.

Athenodora felt herself building to an intense finish and she didn’t fight it. In fact, she anticipated it for two reasons;

One, it was sure to feel incredible and why wouldn’t she want that?

Two, a powerful orgasm had always been a good reset for her. Just enough of a reset to allow her to reassume control.

"Yes! Right there," Athenodora moaned, "Make mommy cum! Come on! Yes, fucking yes!"

The request was tempting but Caius didn’t oblige. He got her very close to the edge with his diligent clit sucking, and then he switched targets as well as tempo on her by releasing her clit from his suckling mouth and stroking his tongue slowly, almost lazily, across Athenodora’s pussy lips.

"Oh," Athenodora said breathlessly as she was wracked with frustration from being denied her finish,

"Oh, you cheeky fucker..."

Try as she might to keep the frustration hidden, it snuck into her tone all the same. She was especially annoyed because Caius was acting so natural about it all. He didn’t look at her as he switched targets and changed the tempo that almost made her climax. He didn’t look at anything at all because his eyes were closed as though to better focus on the task at hand but Athenodora knew he was fucking with her on purpose— she knew because it was the kind of thing she would do if she were in his position.

Like mother, like son, perhaps?

Athenodora couldn’t remain frustrated for long though. Not when Caius’s tongue pressed against her opening, sharp as a dart, requesting pleasure-inducing entry.

With the tempo so changed, Athenodora’s ass returned to the ground where she hoped to trap Caius’s fondling hands but just as he had done with his lips, Caius’s hands changed targets as well, grabbing Athenodora’s supple thighs, occasionally kneading them but mostly just stroking across them with his fingers, letting her tremble in reaction.

Athenodora was met with yet another discovery; just as it had happened with her asscheeks, her thighs had also become erogenous zones. Every fondle, and especially every light stroke was sending some intense pulsing signals to her pussy which was significant because that was now the focus of Caius’s tongue.

Athenodora would have let Caius’s tongue inside herself the moment he touched her opening but, unable to control herself as she normally could, her muscles clamped down hard, making it so that it took a while before Caius’s tongue finally got through.

And once inside, Caius wasn’t surprised at the pressure all around due to Athenodora’s inner muscles that seemed intent on restricting his movement. In fact, that was half the fun.

First, he stayed as he was, and just moved his hands across Athenodora’s thighs, paying attention to how her vaginal muscles reacted to every stroke until, after two minutes, he had mapped out a ’control scheme’.

And so, with the use of his touch across her thighs, Caius got Athenodora’s muscles to relax just enough around him for him to get deeper inside, stroking across her walls and familiarizing himself with this new terrain.

As he moved, Caius felt that inviting warmth he had felt earlier from Athenodora’s sex but now he could delve deeper and he discovered there was a lot he could learn about Athenodora as a person through the aura of her sex which swarmed him with her rose-like scent. The scent had invaded Caius’s mind with an image of a perfect rose with thorns formed and dripping with Blood; The seemingly perfect description of Athenodora’s nature.

Caius’s mind became swarmed with interpretations of that visual but he put those aside for now and continued his exploration of Athenodora’s insides. He discovered the incredible sensitivity of her walls, learned what the most erogenous zones were as he sought that one prime spot— that single-most trigger for intense pleasure within her delectable snatch.

It took much longer than she would ever admit for Athenodora to learn Caius was using his touch and the fondling of her thighs to manipulate the reactions of her inner muscles. So he had not just assumed control of their activities, he had even found a way to control her ’involuntary actions’.

Just how much more could he stand to control?

How much more subservient could he make her if things kept like this?

And why was the thought of subservience becoming so fucking tantalizing?!