Ascendant Path of a Lustful Vampire

Chapter 615: Mother’s warmth {R-18}

Caius licked the valley between Athenodora’s peaks, tracing a path and working his way around the edges of both tits. As he did, he felt Athenodora’s atms occasionally tense around his shoulders as she kept hugging him close. The tension in her back also built and released over and over, causing her to keep thrusting her chest at him essentially.

Caius liked how her chest rose and fell, the rhythm perfectly matching Athendora’s erratic breathing. This became especially relevant when Caius closed his mouth around one of his creator’s nipples and sucked so hard that she tensed her hardest so far.

Caius sucked on the nipple with enraptured delight. He closed his eyes and let himself be absorbed into the pleasure of delivering pleasure. As he sucked, his hand grabbed Athenodora’s other breast, squeezing and kneading it while attuning himself to every reaction from her no matter how tiny. He enjoyed paying attention... it fed his unending lustful hunger.

While his tongue stroked across the tip of Athenodora’s nipple, Caius gobbled up even more of her tit, filling his mouth with as much of the supple delight as he could contain and munching on it with his teeth.

"Ah," Athenodora gasped and then chuckled—though the sound was shaken—as she said, "You’ve had quite the practice, it seems."

"Or maybe I’m a natural talent," Caius said during the two seconds he released the tit from his mouth with a pop sound before taking it right back once he was done speaking.

"Maybe," Athenodora admitted, "Either way, keep showing mommy what you can do. Don’t let my moans trick you, I’m not easily impressed— AHHHNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!"

To have her confident claim so instantly hampered and challenged by Caius making her moan that loud and intensely made Athendora all the more excited. She was also amused and would have shown that with laughter if Caius’s continued machinations didn’t keep her moaning and groaning.

Releasing the delightful breast he had been gobbling up, Caius moved to the other. With Athenodora’s second tit, Caius used his teeth more— he didn’t suckle on the erect nub, he bit down on it with his human teeth, subjecting Athenodora to pain that almost instantly translated to pleasure.

Now Athenodora wasn’t just thrusting her chest at Caius, she was humping her lower half at him as well. The heat of her sex was so palpable that Caius’s body was warmed by it— it was so cozy that a thought came to his mind to crawl up there and have a restful sleep. The warmth was welcoming— a lot like... a mother’s hug.

’Ugh, she’s gotten it into my head and now I can’t get it out!’ Caius lamented, biting down even harder on Athenodora’s nipple.

"YES! That’s it! Bite it! Pull it! Show me what you’re made of!" Athenodora thrashed around, her arms never leaving Caius’s shoulders.

She almost sounded demented and that was part of the charm. That and the fact that there was something about her tone that made Caius feel like he was truly being chastised by his mother to do better on a test. Add that to the welcoming warmth of Athenodora’s sex that wasn’t inspiring illicit imaginings in Caius’s head and it was clear that Caius was starting to buy into Athenodora’s ’mommy talks’.

Suddenly, it seemed very notable that they shared blood— that she was more his parent by blood than even his father. Suddenly, them being wrapped up like this felt wrong. And as it felt wrong, it also felt right.

But even more peculiar was that, as Caius’s mind was thinking this, his Blood connection to Athenodora—the one where they usually communicated across great distances—was kickstarted and Caius was sure, Athenodora could feel his realization. He was sure—because he could feel it in the feedback he got from her—that his acceptance of their pseudo mother-son relationship had also reinforced what she already believed, adding even greater illicit delight to their actions.

They didn’t do anything different due to this shared understanding and yet, everything seemed to change— it became more intense. Pleasure doubled—maybe even tripled if they cared or were in any state to measure it—so every action felt more impactful.

When Caius moved, rubbing his hard cock against Athenodora’s crotch, her entire nether region thrummed with anticipation, a spasm of vibration wracking through her as she produced more juices than she could ever remember producing.

Caius looked up at her face and saw that Athenodora was looking down at him as well. And then, he closed his eyes as he got swept away by his delight in his actions.

Right as Caius closed his eyes, Athenodora closed hers as well, leaning her head back until it hit the ground. One of her hands moved from Caius’s shoulder down to his back. He still had his shirt on but she could feel his muscles as clearly as though the shirt wasn’t there.

Evolving as a vampire isn’t just an increase in Magic Circle, it’s the heightening of all senses including touch and while the curse had reduced Athenodora greatly from her peak, her sense of touch was still great. Of course, with her body not at the level it should be, her touch being great was like a double-edged sword for Athenodora because it could be too intense for her current state to handle. But in that moment, she was glad for the sensitivity as she worked her hand all over Caius’s back, mapping each muscle fiber she could feel, marveling at how they tensed.

Athenodora was no prude. She couldn’t be after so many centuries of living. And so, she felt she shouldn’t have been so enraptured by what she was feeling. After all, it wasn’t so unique. So why did it affect her so greatly?

Was it because, despite how flippant she was about it, Caius being her spawn—her only spawn—meant something?

Athenodora didn’t get the chance to entertain those deep thoughts as she became very aware of Caius going further down her body, leaving her breasts wobbling atop her chest as she continued to tremble.

As he moved, Caius worked his hand along Athenodora’s sides, apparently mesmerized by the feel of her skin. The further down he went, the less Athenodora could keep her arms around his shoulders, and soon, she just worked her fingers into his hair, caressing his scalp as she pushed him to keep going.

Athenodora knew where Caius was headed and her entire nether region was in strong need of his attention as she grew warmer and wetter.

Caius grabbed Athenodora’s thighs as he reached her crotch and he raised them so her knees were pointing at the ceiling while her supple inner thighs bordered his face on both sides. Caius took a long whiff of Athenodora’s scent, allowing the mouth-watering aroma that appealed to him like a delicious meal to wash over him. He had never been here before and yet, he felt so familiar with it— so welcomed that his movement slowed, became more intimate. He moved his face from side to side, brushing his lips against her smooth skin, tasting the moisture from her pussy lips.

And then he raised his face, turned it to the side, and ran his tongue along her inner thigh. Athenodora’s thighs shook and with her head pressed against the floor for leverage, she jerked her lower half at Caius.

Caius groaned at her action but kept licking across Athenodora’s inner thigh until he had lapped up every drop of her pussy juices smeared against the surface of it. And then, he turned his face to the other side to do the same with her other thigh.

Caius’s tongue moved slowly, almost torturously for an impatient Athenodora who almost spoke out to hurry him up but held herself back at the last second. Athenodora became very aware that she was slipping into submission, getting carried away by all this and not maintaining superiority as she felt she naturally should.

The last time they had been entangled like this physically, Athenodora had taken charge. Caius had been hers to toy with— and it had seemed like such a natural progression of things after she had arrived to rescue him (from a situation she placed him in but it still counted as a rescue) with overwhelming might and then had her way with him as she had done on the night she turned him— though then it had been less sexual.

The point is, their dynamic was that of creator and spawn where Athenodora should hold all power and control. But something had shifted earlier. Originally, Athenodora had been intrigued and wanted to see where it would lead—like an experiment—but she now felt she was losing sight of things.

If she showed her needs with words and didn’t temper the reactions of her body to his touch, the dynamic would shift and she couldn’t have that. She couldn’t be so comfortable and lose—

"FUCK!"

Athenodora cried out with pleasure as she was brought out of her calculative and detached train of thought by Caius descending, grabbing her clit—the most sensitive region in her nethers and her body as a whole—into his mouth and attacking it with his teeth.