Ascendant Path of a Lustful Vampire

Chapter 509: How long…? {R-18}

How they moved over to the bed was a mystery to all three. They had no notion of movement and just felt the edge of the bed against their knees, causing them to buckle and fall onto it.

Caius fell on his back with the two ladies on either side of him. Anne was quickest to straddle his body, her hand grabbing and undoing the first couple of buttons of his shirt to sneak her hand inside and touch his chest. She shivered at the feeling, and let out a groan with her face turned toward the ceiling in a way that suggested she might have experienced a climax already.

Whether or not she did, her center moistened, her pussy juices—their delectable aroma quickly reaching Caius’s sharp senses—permeated the thin material of her panties as she rubbed herself against his groin— just in front of the tent forming in his pants.

Lea didn’t fight her mother for her position on Caius’s body. For one thing, this was hardly the first time they had to share Caius and they knew by experience already; No one stays in their position forever. It’s ever-changing.

For another, her mother’s position freed Caius’s face for Lea to claim. She locked lips with him, taking advantage of her quickness in seizing initiative to wrestle Caius’s tongue to submission. She knew already that it was a losing battle but the contest itself was the fun. Still, if she were to secure dominance, it would be such a bonus.

Caius raised one hand to the back of Lea’s neck, grabbing the base of it in a firm grip that he used to secure her to his lips as their tongue-wrestling continued.

Caius reached out with his other hand and grabbed the sash that held Anne’s robe close and pulled it. The robe fell open, revealing the scanty clothing she had underneath: a matching set of bra and panties.

Caius opened his eyes during the kiss with Lea to get a nice look at this, his cock swelling even more in his pants. Meanwhile, Anne was beginning to gyrate. With every motion of her hips, she moved further back, nearing contact with the tent Caius was pitching with his rod.

Anne undid even more buttons of Caius’s shirt, working her hand down to touch his abs. At the first feel of the indentation of those abdominal muscles, Anne bit her lower lip to stifle a loud groan but she didn’t succeed at it. Especially not when she raised her other hand and grabbed one of her breasts through its bra cup.

"Fuck—!"

It was amazing to Anne how an action that had been useless for weeks finally had an effect once she was back in Caius’s presence. For weeks, especially when she began to donate blood, she had tried to work herself up as she once did— during sexually frustrated nights before she met Caius. She hadn’t been successful.

The thoughts of Caius, of times with him—so clear and delightfully burned into her memory—got the gears turning somewhat but completion or even any passable delight that could suggest such, was far from her.

And yet, here she was, gyrating atop Caius, her hand grabbing her tits and she had climaxed twice already at least! It could have been more than that which she didn’t quite register in her pleasurable delirium.

Sure, they were just minor climaxes so far but they were certainly more than she had enjoyed in a month.

Out of the corner of her eye, Anne saw Arlette who was sitting across the room, her legs crossed at leisure as she just watched it all, with an expression that so clearly showed barely concealed arousal.

Anne and Arlette had corresponded a lot over the last month and Arlette had never once gloated about her good fortune in being able to stay close to Caius while the others were away. The thing was, Anne didn’t need Arlette to gloat for her to feel envy which she felt was silly. After all, Arlette hadn’t suggested that Anne should go on a trip. And said trip had been important and was for something Caius himself required.

Alas, Anne couldn’t help but be silly which was why she felt a smidge of satisfaction that Arlette wasn’t involved in what was happening. That she left this moment to those who needed to work through the longing they felt for one another.

Meanwhile, Arlette was trying to keep a lid on her arousal and try not to get too riled up by what was happening in front of her, convincing herself that she wasn’t being voyeuristic but was rather driven by scientific curiosity to see how this all played out.

After all, it’s not every day you see a Vampire cheat his already cheated nature.

How long did she plan to sit and watch? She had no idea.

How long before she couldn’t keep her arousal bottled up and let herself get carried away? Probably soon.

As Lea sucked on his lower lip and then the upper one and then began to alternate between the two, Caius’s hand went down from the back of her neck to her front, gliding down and undoing buttons all the way. Soon, her shirt fell open and he seized hold of one of her tits, squeezing and kneading it through the cup of her bra.

After a while and many beautiful-sounding moans from Lea’s lips, Caius pulled the bra down, causing Lea’s bountiful and wonderful mounds to topple free. He grabbed one, his palm pressing against Lea’s erect nipple, eliciting an even louder groan from her lips.

And then, when Caius grabbed the nipple—which was hard from her arousal—and pinched it, Lea vibrated hard, pulling her face way from his to let out a string of pleasure cries that sent even more blood to Caius’s already turgid rod. As she moaned, Lea moved upward, leaning over Caius, and placing her tits right in range for him to snatch up her nipple into his mouth and suckle on it like a baby seeking milk.

While this was happening, Anne’s gyrations continued. She began to perform actions so jerky that her breasts, still held in her bra, leaped up and down atop her chest. Caius would have loved to reach out and grab them but couldn’t reach. He made do with her smooth, creamy thigh.

As Caius’s fingers trailed across her skin, Anne jerked her hardest yet and finally completed the journey to Caius’s pitched tent. As her ass touched the hardening rod being barely suppressed by Caius’s pants, Anne didn’t let out a sound in surprise. She knew exactly what it was and even covered as it was—and despite the added barrier of her robe—it wrought so much pleasure and had her succumb to her most impactful climax yet.

She doused Caius’s groin with her juices, clenched her hand in a way that dug her nails into his abdomen like she was trying to secure herself a tight grip to hold on and weather the storm of her orgasmic thrill as she howled out her delight for all to hear.

The feel of Anne’s nails digging into him caused Caius pain, which in turn made him all the more excited. He clenched hard on her thigh and groaned into Lea’s breasts which he had gobbled up past her nipple. The vibrations caused Lea to arch her back as she herself underwent a climax of her own.

For minutes after, they all remained in that position, letting out sounds of pleasure and riding whatever wave they had succumbed to.

Watching it all, Arlette’s legs tightened in their crossed position as she tried to stifle the need building up in her center and was reminded of how impossible it was to be apathetic and scientific in the face of what was happening.

Her self-control no matter how great would not hold out...

... And she was perfectly fine with that.