Read Novel Full Chapter 473: Oh to Hell with it! {R-18}
Chapter 473: Oh to Hell with it! {R-18}
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-The Von Helsing Estate-
"Caius— come on, be— nghhh— be reasonable," Arlette groaned out loud with her arms spread out by her sides, her hands gripping bedsheets and pulling at them as pleasure ripped through her body.
Her breasts that could barely be contained by the material of her silk nightgown jiggled as she trembled. When she arched her back against the bed, the two wonderful globes came very close to falling free from the garment.
"Caiussssss..." Arlette moaned in a long drawn-out cry while pressing her thighs against the side of her lover’s head as he delved his face as deeply into her sex as he could go.
Caius seemed to pay no mind to her words. Only the way her body reacted to his machinations. He lapped at her juices as they continued to stream out of her snatch in deliciously ample volumes and worked his teeth across her clit to deliver lip-biting pleasure.
"It’s—Mmnghh— It’s could be a very— Ahnghh— important meeting you’re ignoring— Oh GODS!!!" Arlette screamed at the end as a minor orgasm struck her, increasing how much of her juices she splashed into his accepting mouth.
"Nothing will be said there that we don’t already know," Caius said in an alluring voice.
Somehow, even as he spoke, so clearly that there surely couldn’t be anything muffling his voice, Arlette could feel his mouth working her over still. She still felt his tongue shoved as deep into her pussy as it could go.
"We still have to attend," Arlette said, managing a complete sentence without being interrupted by her moans,
"We’re in his house, for heaven’s sake."
"Technically, we’re in my house," Caius amended with a smug smile.
"Ha ha— Oh mother-fuck meeeee...!" Arlette let out as her attempt at a mocking laughter was interrupted by yet another minor orgasm, building towards that glorious finish.
Despite the pleasure she was feeling and how much she kept pushing her pussy against Caius’s face to intensify the ongoing cunnilingus, her stance didn’t exactly change. Yet.
Arlette had gotten very comfortable staying at the Von Helsing Estate and had fewer prevailing moments of intense awkwardness now. However, the one thing that still didn’t feel normal was the cradle-robbing feeling she got when she and Caius engaged in carnal activity when his father was home.
It just made her feel very self-conscious and insidious to act ’normal’ and then ’go behind Lucian’s back’ to introduce his son to adult pleasures.
Last night, at dinner time, a message had arrived from Lucian who was away from home, claiming he would be home for breakfast and planned to have a meeting. Ordinarily, Arlette expected this to naturally exclude her. Surely, it should only be referring to Caius, Alexia, and—if it was a serious military issue—certain higher-ups among the Hellsingers.
But, Lucian had made it a point to mention Arlette and invite her to the meeting.
It felt like such an honor and to ignore it to stay in bed with Caius, doing what they were doing, seemed like a spit in the face of that honor.
Alas, even as she protested, Arlette knew she didn’t have any real chance of resisting. Her mind might be rational and be serious about honoring that invitation but her body had already surrendered to Caius’s machinations.
From the moment his touch awoke her from sleep, she knew that battle was already lost.
’Damn my insatiable body,’ she scolded herself as she let out another groan.
She and Caius had gone to bed quite late doing exactly this and yet, her body remained excited and eager to keep it going. Her mind was even getting won over.
Caius worked his hand across Arlette’s thighs, marveling at the smoothness of her skin and delighting in the underlying muscles he could feel bunching whenever a spasm coursed hard through her body.
He worked his hands from her thighs to her waist and the next moment Arlette lifted her ass off the bed, he placed his hands beneath her ass, becoming the cushion for those pert and perfect assets. He flexed his fingers, letting them sink into the wonderful feel of her asscheeks. All the while, his tongue continued to explore her insides.
And then, it arrived.
Try as she might, Arlette couldn’t keep the orgasmic cry quiet. She yelled it out at the ceiling and could only hope the sound-dampening in the room would keep her cries locked in.
She humped Caius even harder and he rubbed his face against her pussy with even more fervor. He drank the entirety of her juices, glad for the drops that sprayed onto his face as he lengthened the duration of Arlette’s climax with his mouth.
And when it all finally waned and Arlette flopped down onto the bed, her chest rising and falling in exertion, Caius moved up her body. His eyes went from their normal purple to vampire-red. He unsheathed a claw and grabbed the fabric of Arlette’s silk nightgown right at the dip that should have ordinarily exposed her cleavage.
With a smooth ripping sound, Caius used his claw to cut a line down until two equal sides of Arlette’s gown fell to the sides, exposing her flesh to Caius’ touch.
He sheathed his claw then so he could place the tip of his finger against her skin and trail down a line. When he reached Arlette’s belly button, she sucked in her already impossibly flat stomach in reaction to how sensitive she felt.
Caius stroked across Arlette’s stomach, working up her sensitivity and arousal in the moment but never going further. He kept his eyes on her; vampire-red on feline grey. Arlette couldn’t look away and didn’t want to look away. She allowed herself to be sucked into the wonder of those pools of desire.
And then she let out a groan.
"Oh, to Hell with it!" She said, releasing the bedsheets she had grabbed to wrap her arms around Caius’s neck and pull his face down for a kiss.
"There you go," Caius said with a twinkle in his red eyes and a smile like he was proud of her.
Caius placed his hands against the bed on both sides of her head, his tongue engaging in a dance with hers. Arlette tasted herself on his lips and in his mouth but found it negligible in comparison to the delight of kissing him and the wonderful pleasure of his hard chest rubbing against her erect nipples.
She wrapped one leg around Caius’s back, pulling his lower half hard against hers and feeling the heft of his rod against her dripping pussy lips. She began to hump against the rod and moaned into the kiss just as Caius groaned as well.
Caius put a bit of distance between their upper bodies and placed a hand between them, palming one of her breasts and kneading its supple wonder.
In a minute, Caius became overwhelmed with the scent of Arlette’s arousal-charged blood and began to pull his lips away from hers to seek it.
Caius was so wrapped up in the taste and feel of Arlette’s body that, despite the draw of her blood, he couldn’t even lift his lips off her completely. Instead, he left her lips and just trailed his way to her cheeks and then, he took a detour to her ears where he sucked on her earlobe before finally going down to his destination.
On arrival, Caius let out his tongue to take a long lick of Arlette’s neck. With her entire body on edge in anticipation, Arlette placed one hand on the back of Caius’s head, her fingers wrapping themselves with locks of his hair for a firm hold.
Caius pulled back his tongue, opened his mouth a bit wider, and sank his fangs into Arlette’s neck.
"Yessss..." Arlette said in a whisper, the feeling of the fangs piercing her skin and her humps against Caius’s rod sending her over the edge into another orgasm while Caius helped himself to her delicious blood.