Ascendant Path of a Lustful Vampire

Chapter 189: The Report (3) *

”Caius!” Anne exclaimed and then stopped. The look in her eyes made it clear that she knew she had given herself away. She had chosen to call him more familiarly by using his first name.

She mellowed then at the realization.

Caius kept his smile.

”How many times did you read it?” He asked.

”Don’t ask me that,” she said, ”We’re not here to discuss that. We’re here to discuss your conduct.”

”Are we really?” Caius asked with a raised brow.

”Yes,” Anne answered.

”Really?” Caius asked again.

”Yes?” Anne answered and when she heard the inflection that turned what should have been an answer into a question, she closed her eyes looking defeated as she let out a breath.

Caius let a few seconds pass before he asked again, his tone more gentle. Alluring.

”Are we really here to discuss my conduct?”

Anne sighed.

”No,” she admitted.

”Good,” Caius said with a nod, ”We’re making progress now.”

”Progress with what?” Anne asked.

”With what plagues you almost more than sexual frustration in recent times; Denial,” Caius answered.

”Mr. Von Helsing...” Anne said and even though she had gotten herself to return to calling him by his last name, her voice sounded so gentle that she might as well have called him a pet name.

”Don’t deny it, please,” Caius said with his palm turned to her, ”The first step to recovering from Denial is accepting help when it is presented to you.”

This time, Caius’s voice didn’t sound quite so alluring. He sounded serious. Like a doctor giving a diagnosis. That caused Anne’s lips to twitch at the silliness of it.

”I’m not ill,” she said.

”Maybe not. But it can’t be healthy to remain so staunch in denial. Denial of your body and what it continues to tell you it wants,” Caius said, still in that serious voice of his.

Anne rolled her eyes and while it looked dismissive, she was actually using it to stop herself from looking so directly into those purple eyes and instead at the paper she still had in her hand.

”About your Report,” she asked, ”This is really one of Aklopis’... encounters?”

”Yes,” Caius answered.

”But I’ve never heard of it though,” Anne said, suspicious.

”It’s a very obscure regaling,” Caius said.

That was a lie.

That was just a smut encounter he had read in one of his favorite novels in his past life and old world. While Sam_Ellis was starving him and the rest of her readers for some good hanky-panky, Caius—then Kevin—had sought to satisfy his need elsewhere.

One of those to give him that satisfaction with their writing was an Author by the name of NatePrince who was pretty capable at the art. After all, writing out just a passage of the many that had been filled in NatePrince’s work had been enough to get Anne Gilligan so hot and bothered so that had to say something for its quality.

In any case, Caius had thought he could pass the writing off as being a part of Aklopis’s horny moments but he could tell that Anne saw right through him. For one, there was probably no bigger fan of the works of Aklopis the Great than she, so the idea that there was some obscure passage she had never heard about—and one so good she had found satisfaction in it many times—was ludicrous.

”You write very well,” she said after another glance at the sheet in her hand and then at Caius’s impossibly handsome face again.

”Thank you, Professor,” Caius answered with a gracious bow, ”But Aklopis deserves your praise not me.”

”Hmm,” Anne said, amazed he was keeping up the act.

The truth was it didn’t matter if the work was by Aklopis or not. Just like she hadn’t really called him here to admonish him for his ’inappropriate’ writing even if she had insisted that had been the reason.

Why had she called him here?

”So I take it, you enjoyed the read,” Caius said.

Anne looked like she was trying to pick her words carefully.

”Once I got past how wrong it was for you to submit this to me, and it’s still wrong by the way, I... I guess I could then see the merit in it.”

”And how many times did you ’see the merit in it’?” Caius asked with enough inflection in his tone to show that ’see the merit in it’ was a euphemism for something far more... debauched.

Anne flushed but said nothing.

The silence was an answer in itself.

Caius’s voice went low then. It became an arousing tremor that washed over the Magi History Professor’s sexy body.

”How much would you like to ’see the merit in it’ right now?” He asked.

Anne clamped her thighs together. The action was hidden by her desk but she did it so jerkily that her boobs trembled and gave her away.

But again, she remained silent.

Caius gestured at his report sheet.

”I’d assume that’s going stale,” he said, ”Just like all those other stories you’ve read. Going over them over and over again, they must have lost some of their luster.”

”The value of a good writing is determined by repeated readings,” Anne said.

Caius shook his head.

”I don’t think that’s entirely true,” he said, ”Besides you’re not rereading because you find them so good. It’s because you’re lacking new material.

My Report must have been so welcome.”

”It wasn’t a disappointment. All things considered,” Anne said and gulped almost imperceptibly.

All that Caius had said so far had been in that low tremor of a voice of his and caused goosebumps to rise on her body so she now rubbed her thighs together for some ease to the need she was feeling.

This was probably the time to snap back to her senses and call this meeting to an end, sending Caius out of her office, but she didn’t.

Maybe because, this was why she had called him here.

Someone who could give such fresh... material— Well, what else did he have in that head of his? She’d like to find out.

And, almost as though he had read her mind, Caius said.

”There’s more where that came from, by the way.”

”As good as this? I doubt that,” Anne said and had to work quite hard not to moan in that moment.

She wasn’t actually doubting Caius’s ability. That was just her way of prompting him to reveal and give what he had.

And that was exactly what Caius did.

He had a passage already picked out from one of NatePrince’s best works—One written in first person and seemed to just so perfectly match this moment;

”-’... Every breath she took was labored. Years of need had piled up within her and she desperately struggled for release. I approached her, my steps tentative, teasing. Letting her get steeped in the scent of my presence. Letting her imagine my touch on her supple flesh but not yet giving her the satisfaction of feeling it.

I raised my hand and even though there remained three feet of distance between us and direct contact should have been blocked by the silky garment she had on, I could tell she could feel my fingertips across her very erect nipples.

Oh, the angst she felt in that moment. The cries that rippled from her lips as she now began to lift off the sofa, jerking her body in my direction, tempting, pleading for me to approach...-”

”Mmnnghhh...” Anne let the Report sheet in her hand drop to the Desk and leaned back in her chair to close her eyes and let those words, those smutty recitations, rile her up more than any well-written words ever had.

Why? Well, none of those works had enjoyed the benefit of Caius’s voice speaking them.

And then she felt hands on her shoulders.

Her eyes had only been closed for seconds but it had been enough time for Caius to get out of the chair he was in and lay his hands on her body.

Anne jumped slightly and then relaxed into the touch as Caius continued to recite the passage after placing his lips to her ears.

”You know, unlike that protagonist,” Caius said, taking a break from reciting smut to speak for himself, ”I won’t deny you my touch.”

With that, one of his hands slipped from her shoulders and palmed over one of the large and very ample tits atop the Professor’s chest.