Ascendant Path of a Lustful Vampire

Chapter 515: Anne’s Solace {R-18}

Arlette, her heart swelling in response to such acceptance and feeling a bit embarrassed that she had at all wondered about her place here, grabbed the sides of Caius’s head and kissed him passionately. She tasted female pleasure on his lips but could hardly be bothered. For one thing, she was far too focused on seizing claim of Caius’s lips, and for another, the taste was quite delightful.

Caius raised his hand from her waist and grabbed her gown with one finger, pulling the tight fabric from her body before he unsheathed a claw and dragged it down, ripping up the gown along the way.

Arlette dropped her hand from Caius’s face so the torn gown could slip off her body and hit the bed, where she quickly kicked it away. Her underwear was gone as well, quickly enough as Caius dipped his head to seize one of her nipples into his mouth and suckle on it.

Arlette arched her back and thrust her chest at him while she felt his hand cop a nice feel of her ass. Then he slid down her crack, his finger touching lightly to her pussy. The fact that the touch was light didn’t matter, though, as it was all Arlette needed to finally experience her first orgasm since arriving here.

While she had sat in that chair, her eyes on what was happening on the bed, Arlette had eventually begun to touch herself. Nothing would come from it, but she couldn’t at all bring herself to stop. It was either this or charging at the trio on the bed to grab Caius’s cock and shove it in her pussy.

And for all the talk by Caius that she was allowed to be greedy, she was glad to have been able to rein herself in. The task was made especially difficult as she heard orgasm after orgasm happen on the bed.

Speaking of Orgasms;

Lea had experienced a good amount atop her mother’s lips and, spine tingling and trembling weakly, she fell to the side and just lay there trying to catch her breath.

Anne licked her lips and used her hand to collect bits and drops of Caius’s cum that had fallen onto her body while she had been pulling Lea. Her hands were hardly ever stable for this with all the pleasure wracking through her. The alternations had already brought her close, and having her daughter climax on her face had given her even more of a push that Caius’s thrusts completed.

Anne shook so much that waves were forming with her massive tits. Having paid a lot of attention, Arlette knew what was coming, and so, as much as she would have liked not to, she pulled away from Caius so that he had both his arms free.

"Gods... FUCK ME— YESSSS!!!" Anne yelled out, and as she howled out in orgasmic delight, Anne squirted so hard that she neatly forced Caius out of her snatch. Caius reached down and grabbed her hands to pull her up. Anne instantly wrapped her arms around his neck, mewling delightedly into his neck.

Caius took out a canister of her blood and downed it. Then he shifted and sank his fangs into her neck, drawing out her blood, charged with her Arousal at its peak.

As the process occurred within him, Caius now knew what to expect, and it was still a mesmerizing experience as he went on yet another psychedelic trip, but when the images finally took any discernible shape, they could not have been any more different from Lea’s.

Caius was swarmed with the smells of old books that were properly preserved and cared for so as not to wither away with the times or be destroyed by pests. The scents were heady and carried Caius away. But more than the scents was the meaning behind being in such a room stocked with knowledge.

Caius suddenly felt as though nothing could be better than to have so much knowledge at his disposal. To steep himself in the past events. As though nothing could be more wonderful and fascinating than history.

Caius had always known quite a bit about Anne, which is significant because [To Kill A Demon Lord...] didn’t actually help with that, seeing as Anne was a very background character in it. Still, Caius could have sworn he had been able to read her accurately.

Now, he wasn’t so sure.

How could he ever have known that when life hit her the worst, with an unfulfilling marriage, a daughter who swore Anne didn’t understand her, and growing ever resentful of living with the choices she had made, it was among books that Anne found solace.

History never disappoints. It already happened, and it never changes.

Lost languages were easier to understand than her growing daughter.

Erotica and masturbation were an easier option than finally accepting her marriage had long ended, and she needed to find someone else to fulfill her needs.

There was so much to Anne that had been summarized into her academic expertise, and that one illicit pleasure she indulged in.

And that was only her adult life.

Anne’s love for books started when she was a child, and Caius could also get a flavor of the knowledge that what pushed her into that love hadn’t been an exactly happy experience. The need for escape didn’t start when she was grown.

But he couldn’t investigate that part of her life. He couldn’t see that much through her eyes. The Evolutionary charge overloading him wasn’t enough for that.

But he did get to see that there were very few frustrations tinging her life now. Her solace in books seemed less of an escape but a thing to enjoy while also being fulfilled as she wished in other ways.

While it might include perverse and decadent delights, she had also managed to grow closer to her daughter than they had been in years. Even when they were living together at their Private Residence in Lochxen.

When the images began to fade, Caius missed feeling that much love and joy for books. Even in all his years of reading novels, he hadn’t felt anything that deep. As it had been with Lea’s, Caius found himself wishing he could spend more time seeing through Anne’s eyes.

The connection tethered him to her, and even after pulling his fangs out of her neck, he continued to move his hips forward and back, helping her through her ongoing climax.

Anne had a wide smile on her face. She couldn’t understand why, but she felt more open to Caius than she ever had. It caused her to experience a simultaneous orgasm, which was two orgasms occurring at the same time within her. It wasn’t the first time she had experienced it—and it had been with Caius the other times too—but this felt different. This was charged with that indescribable feeling of openness she couldn’t explain.

Anne would have loved to keep going. But weakness overtook her, and she couldn’t help but fall onto the bed once her simultaneous orgasms had passed. Her body had been wracked with too much delight, and she couldn’t help but succumb.

Even after Anne had hit the bed, Caius was still lost in the feeling of seeing through her eyes. It had ended, but he could have sworn he could still smell the books, still feel an inclination to learn as many languages as he could, and find his own joy in history.

What pulled him out of that feeling was Arlette’s hand closing around his rod, clenching quite hard and sliding up and down in a blurring speed as she smacked her lips against his.

Arlette had no idea what Caius was experiencing. She only knew one fact;

The two other ladies were now down for the count, so it was undoubtedly her turn.