Read Novel Full Chapter 536: Where is she? *
Chapter 536: Where is she? *
Back and forth, Caius moved.
No words occurred to him in the moment, and the only sounds he could and did produce were grunts. At some point—he had no actual concept of time passing to know exactly when it happened—Caius wound his arms around Roxanne until he had both his hands holding on tight to her breasts. He pressed the two mounds together, he kneaded them, and he squeezed them, he pulled the hard nipples that tipped the two and pinched and pulled, contributing to the gyrations Roxanne was making with her hips.
The climax arrived quickly and suddenly. Caius had no chance against it, and he didn’t even try to stop it. He let it arrive, let it make him tremble and fall forward onto Roxanne’s back as his cock swelled and his balls grew taut to fire a batch of cum that put the amount he had already fired into her pussy to shame.
The heat of the thick, pearly-white man-batter was almost scalding to Roxanne’s sensitive insides, and she just closed her eyes and let out a mewling sound as she welcomed the discharge. Even more, she clenched her already tight muscles even harder around Caius’s rod to wring out every bit of cum it held.
At some point, after Caius’s climax ended, Roxanne’s began. And then they were changing locations, and Roxanne was grabbing one of the bedposts holding up the canopy above Caius’s bed while he continued to pound her ass.
And then, she was on all fours on the floor, licking the cock that had just exited her ass and collecting every last bit of cum that was clinging to the rod. A throat fucking followed this, and with every gag, Roxanne clung harder to Caius’s thighs to keep him from pulling out of her mouth.
And then, Roxanne was positioning herself for Caius to reenter her eager insides. Caius had the choice of which opening to enter, and he exercised his right by ensuring neither hole went unattended.
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Hours passed. It was long past midnight and nearing morning when Caius and Roxanne fell to the bed, their bodies glowing with the sheen of perspiration and a look of satisfaction on both their faces. Though Roxanne’s smile was wider courtesy of the thin band around her heart, reinforcing the discoveries of the true feeling of love she had gleaned today.
Roxanne was spent. She felt exhausted, but never had she also felt so… fulfilled. In her current state, it would have been a bit of a struggle for her to keep her eyes open, but as she looked at Caius’s face, it invigorated her, and she couldn’t bring herself to close her eyes to such beauty.
Caius’s eyes were on the canopy above.
“How did we do that?” He asked, pointing with the hand he wasn’t stroking Roxanne’s back with.
Roxanne looked up and saw the canopy was ripped to shreds with clear signs of it having been done by claws.
“No idea,” she said with a grin. She had really lost all awareness of her environs while in the throes of passion.
Still, it was amusing to imagine what they could have possibly been doing to rise so high and claw at the canopy that had done them no wrong. For the first time, Roxanne cast her gaze about the room to take in the extent of the damage they had caused.
Somehow, at some point, they must have vacated the bed and tried to do it on the sturdy-looking desk— well, the desk used to look sturdy, but now it was broken in the middle. Roxanne had a faint idea of her falling onto it and causing the damage.
Caius chuckled. His eyes had followed hers. Now he looked around and noticed more damage himself: the ones to the headboard, the ones to the walls, the ones to the wardrobe, the ones to the very bedspread that lay beneath him and Roxanne, and even the covers they had over their lower halves.
Caius had never been so careless and wasn’t even sure what had caused such disregard for property. Maybe because he wasn’t in an actual home but a place to clearly meant to be a temporary residence.
“They’ll ask us to pay thrice as much now,” Roxanne said in the midst of her chuckle.
“Yeah, well…” Caius shrugged.
They fell silent for a while. Caius was just stroking Roxanne’s back, and Roxanne was leaning even closer to him to press her breasts against his side in a nice cushioning feel that caused his hardworking member to stir.
“I have a question,” Roxanne asked then.
“Hmm?” Caius answered.
“Who’s your creator?” Roxanne asked.
Caius looked down at her.
“Why do you ask?”
Roxanne shrugged.
“I’m curious,” she said.
Caius went silent for a while after that. His creator wasn’t some great secret he wanted to always keep close to his chest. In fact, he normally would have no issues telling. But now, he needed to navigate an order binding him to not reveal anything about this mission to anyone.
He waited and realized revealing Athenodora’s name didn’t disobey that order. He knew this because he could even form the thought to move his lips and tongue to say her name.
“Her name is Athenodora,” he said.
Strangely, as the name left his lips, Caius felt a thrumming vibration. He didn’t know where it came from or why, but it unsettled him.
“‘Is?’ So she’s alive?” Roxanne said in surprise.
“She is,” Caius answered with a frown at that vibration he had sensed, “Why the surprise?”
“I expected she’d have been hunted down. To turn a Von Helsing can’t be a crime that can be forgiven,” Roxanne said.
“Yeah, my father would love to find and kill her,” Caius said, still unsettled, “But he hasn’t yet.”
“Ah…” Roxanne started to say, and then she froze.
Caius froze as well.
And then, the two rose from the bed at the same time that something struck against the wall of the room with an explosive *BANG!!!*.
The explosion was so massive that despite how far the bed was from the wall that had been destroyed, Caius and Roxanne were still showered with debris.
Roxanne rolled away quickly; her vampire red eyes were alert, and even though her naked breasts swung hypnotically, the aura coming off her would stem any sexual thoughts or advances. She formed seals at such blinding speed that her fingers blurred.
Magical energy surged from her body, becoming a thick, earthy wall that slammed at the hole. There were a few distinct thud sounds and grunts of pain, and Roxanne knew she had just blocked the entry of the ones responsible for the hole in the wall.
“Your face,” Caius told her in a low voice as he got to his feet as well.
Roxanne understood him, and in a split second, she had on a robe to cover her body as well as the gold-black cloak that came with a hood she pulled over her head, complete with a mask to shroud her identity.
Caius had done the same, though he was admittedly slower than she was. There was no time to put on different pieces of clothing like pants, shirt, jacket, and the like. So he just donned a robe and his own gold-black cloak and mask as Roxanne did.
They had no idea who this enemy was, and for all they knew, it was someone they couldn’t afford to reveal their identities to. It was actually quite fortunate that the attackers had favored a very grand entrance, so all the dust gave enough cover to wear something.
Caius had only just put on his mask when Roxanne’s earthen wall shattered. Except, it didn’t just shatter but was cut into very many and very tiny cubes that burst apart to clear the way, and through the hole, a figure entered the room.
The figure was a man draped in a wine-red robe that went past his feet and covered them from view. His face was wild, with a thick brown beard and a tangled shoulder-length hair of the same color. His eyes were vampire red. He had one arm behind his back and the other held out in front of him as though asking for caution.
Caius was so focused on the vampire in red that he almost didn’t notice that he wasn’t alone. Others were entering the room now, all dressed in lighter shades of red. A few of them were shaking their heads or just clutching them, and Caius surmised that they were the ones who had collided with Roxanne’s earthen wall.
Roxanne swung her hand, and a scroll floated in front of her. She slammed her palm against it and channeled mana into it, activating the formation that stamped itself against the ground and glowed a bright blue.
Water surged from the formation, becoming a hurricane that wrapped around the intruders, creating a prison that trapped them in place.
The vampire in the robe didn’t react. Even while the others trashed against the formation, unleashing the Mana to break free, he just observed Roxanne, and then he sneered.
“You’re not her.” He said, and Magical energy surged from him in a powerful torrent that shattered the formation.
Roxanne’s eyes widened. Formations draw power from the Mana that exists naturally in the atmosphere and don’t have the weakness of running out of energy that normal spells do. To shatter one with such ease…
“Where is she?” The vampire in the wine red robe asked in a dangerous voice, with a wildness in his red eyes,
“Where is Athenodora?!”