Ascendant Path of a Lustful Vampire

Chapter 476: Power play {R-18}

"Oh right," Arlette laughed as she grabbed the whip, "I did teach you."

The pressure of the whip constricting around her airways sent a thrill through her so strong that her inner muscles clamped down all the more around Caius’s rod. He groaned but didn’t loosen his grip on the whip or take his lips off her cheek.

Caius’s hips went forward and back with very little movement overall but every contact of his groin with Arlette’s ass remained as crisp-sounding and impactful as ever.

With one hand still on the whip, barely attempting to pull it off, Arlette stretched her other hand back to grab the back of Caius’s head. Her voice came out slightly strained with a groan but it was clear all the same.

"Can you really only pull that hard?" She asked in a teasing tone.

"Haha," Caius laughed as a spell circle appeared at the point where his fist was closed around the end of the whip he was keeping a hold of. More dark magic was infused into the spell and it tightened even more around Arlette’s throat.

At her current Magic Circle, it really would take a very deliberate desire for malice from Caius for the whip to actually feel unbearably tight considering his Fourth Circle Magic Circle.

As such, he could go all out, tighten as much as he wished, and provide Arlette with only enough discomfort to really get her juices flowing.

After another long lick of Arlette’s neck, Caius captured her lips in a kiss that barely lasted a second before he pulled away.

"Mngh!" Arlette groaned and leaned closer to reclaim that contact between their lips.

Caius watched her practically lunge at him, and his smile was proud. This was it— This was his actual power over her. Nothing really drove her angst as much as depriving her of ready contact with his body.

Even with his cock so deep inside her pussy that he was striking against her cervix with every thrust, Arlette’s entire psyche sought more than just a peck on the lips.

Caius kept only a few inches of distance between their faces but he maintained that distance—despite how much Arlette tried to close it—by pulling the whip in the other direction.

Here was where Arlette’s superior physical strength thanks to her Magic Circle should have come into play but, for some reason, her brain just never triggered that ability. As it usually was when she was in Caius’s presence and they were engaging in carnal pleasures such as this, Arlette’s strength became subservient to Caius’s will.

There were of course moments when she was able to utilize her strength and magic to its fullest extent. However, this was not one of those moments and she remained completely putty in Caius’s hands—literally and metaphorically—as she continued to lunge and try to grab his lips again.

Although he was able to retain the distance between their faces, Caius couldn’t keep up a smug expression all around. Not when spasms and tremors were thrumming through Arlette’s insides and impacting his enjoyment in a very positive way. So many times his expression had shown his struggle as he tried his utmost to hold back the urge to climax.

Arlette didn’t notice these expressions because her eyes were still closed as she kept trying to close the distance between them. She choked ever so slightly as she strained against the noose around her neck. Her grip on Caius’s hair had gotten so tight that she could have pulled them right out of his scalp if she wished.

But then, Caius couldn’t stifle the sound well enough and a groan escaped his lips. As the sound hit her ears, Arlette stopped straining and opened her eyes slowly. She saw Caius’s expression of struggle and only now seemed to remember that, although Caius had impeccable self-control, it couldn’t last indefinitely. And she now held the cards to make all that restraint collapse.

She rotated her hips in a way that instantly caused Caius to freeze in place because he feared that any more movement from him while she was doing that dangerous thing, and he’d go spraying harder than a firehose.

Alas, Caius stopping short in the middle of thrusting didn’t stop what Arlette had planned. It actually made it easier for her to get what she wanted, as with even more rotations and gyrations, she gained control over the pace of the thrusts. She determined how fast or slow they moved and at such a precarious moment for Caius, that practically meant she dictated whether he could hold back his climax or not.

It suddenly felt like a power play.

Caius was so against losing that for the first time since he had arrived in this world, he tried to think of unflattering things to squash his arousal.

He tried as hard as he could... Alas, trying to think of something unflattering with Arlette’s sexy face in front of him, her feline grey eyes half lidded in desire and a thirst for victory, her breasts leaping ever so slightly and ever so enticingly atop her chest, her inner muscles so tight around him that they were practically trying to wring him of every bit of moisture he held—be it blood or semen—and her supple asscheeks still making delicious contact with his groin.

It was hopeless.

And so, Caius gave up.

He felt a rush of wonderful relief washing over him as the first very powerful shot of cum went blasting out of his cock and into Arlette’s insides.

She opened her mouth in a gasp at the impactful shot and almost immediately after, her expression became a victorious smirk. Her eyes remained slightly lidded as she felt the whip around her throat loosen up and she took one more lunge at her lover.

Caius was so preoccupied with groaning in orgasmic bliss that he couldn’t pull back in time or tighten the noose around Arlette’s neck quickly enough to pull her in the other direction.

Their lips pressed together and Arlette shoved her tongue down his throat like a ravenous beast devouring its prey. Caius let out a muffled sound of surprise at her aggression and then managed a chuckle of acquiescence.

As much as he enjoyed Arlette’s tongue in his mouth and would have loved to engage in a dance with her as he usually did, his mind was completely occupied with how much cum her tight inner muscles were ’forcing’ him to shoot deep inside her.

Arlette, to her credit, didn’t undergo a climax. Even as each copious shot of Caius’s cum triggered tremors and spasms within her, she was riding such a wave from her victory that her climax would have to wait.

When Caius’s orgasm finally waned and the last few spurts of seed left his rod, Arlette allowed herself another minute of roaming the inside of his mouth and the entrance to his gullet with her tongue before pulling back to look into his face, her smile smug.

Caius held her gaze for a second and then rolled his eyes. With a flex of his still-hard cock, he struck against an erogenous spot within Arlette’s moist, warm, velvety walls that instantly caused her to seize up in a pleasure shock.

"I know you too well," Caius told her with a smug smile of his own and then pushed her down onto the bed.

In the state she was in, Arlette couldn’t resist the push. She only recovered after she hit the bed. She rose, inadvertently assuming the all-fours position. The whip-noose tightened around her neck once again. Through his orgasm, Caius never actually lost hold of the spell.

He pulled the whip and caused Arlette to arch her back while slamming her ass into his groin to signal the start of another round of thrusts. A recent orgasm notwithstanding, Caius was raging to keep going.

And by the way she laughed, put even more of an arch into her back and twerked her ass on the cock thrust into her pussy, Arlette was raging to keep going as well.

The thought of being punctual to the Meeting was all but wiped from her mind.