Ascendant Path of a Lustful Vampire

Chapter 512: Alternations (1) {R-18}

Then came the alternations.

One moment it was Anne who had Caius’s tongue slithering all over her inner walls, trapped and held tight by her inner muscles and then it was Lea while Anne now had Caius’s fingers doing what his tongue had been doing in a less— twisty and more rigid way.

Both ladies were still sensitive from their climaxes and so every sensation that they experienced seemed two—to threefold. This included Caius’s fingers/tongue touching their most sensitive and sensual spots as well as the way their bodies moved and rubbed against one another.

But even as the pleasure hiked to the point of being so intense that it almost hurt, not once did the thought of moving away from Caius’s machinations come to their mind. After so many long weeks being without this, they welcomed the pseudo-pain.

The only thing they would have liked to change in the current situation and positions they were in, was to be able to see Caius’s face. Anne still had a better chance at this but Lea’s face was always above her and stopped that chance from actually bearing any real fruit. They would also have liked to touch him with their hands, but had to make do with touching each other.

Anne was long aware that the bedsheets were not held down nearly strongly enough to be anchors she could use to keep herself to the bed or gain the leverage to thrust her lower half even harder towards Caius. Wrapping her arms around her daughter—raking her fingers across her skin, her toned back—worked far better.

Lea had been bracing herself with her hands but gave up on that quickly enough. There was too much thrill coursing through her and delectably sapping her strength, for her to be able to keep that going. Now she had her arms essentially crossed above her mother’s head in what looked like an embrace that allowed her to caress Anne’s face which was especially welcome in moments when they locked lips.

Caius was having quite a time and he showed that best in the groans he let out that sent thrills of vibration into whichever pussy his tongue was sliding into at the moment. He lapped at the ribbed walls of those insides, aware of even the slightest twitches and welcoming the entrapping attempts of the strong inner muscles.

Nothing gave him more satisfaction in the moment than the pleasure he was giving them both. His actions were entirely to serve them right now. For all his love for their juices, this was mostly a service to them that he was ecstatic to offer.

If he were seeking his own pleasure primarily, it would have involved his rod which was pulsing with need that had not yet been fulfilled. But he decided that didn’t take precedence at the moment. Hell, if all they wanted was his cunnilingus skills, he would have given it until they tired— his needs be damned. They deserved that much service from him for the good fortune they had/will provide him.

But cunnilingus would never be enough. Even now, as much as their arousal had spiked, Caius knew it could be higher. He also knew that final height would never come until they became whole as only his rod could do.

He took pride in that. And also a great honor and responsibility.

Still, getting their arousal to the next peak would have to wait as Caius believed the ladies could do with more of his oral skills. They weren’t yet itching for the next stage and today, whether they knew it or not—whether Caius made it clear or not—they dictated the order of things.

He was just the instrument for their pleasure. As well as the orchestrator of decadent delights they would otherwise not partake in because of those pesky inhibitions.

Despite just coming from down from climactic highs, it didn’t take long for both Mother and daughter to be howling in yet another orgasmic pleasure. They created even more juices and how Caius was able to collect them all without a single drop going to waste was quite the mystery.

He took those juices especially as his reward. Very little ever tasted as good as the liquid of orgasmic thrill. Only blood truly surpassed it— and it had to be blood that was itself possessing an ample charge of arousal.

Even after the squirt of juices began to wane, Caius kept at his machinations, working Anne and Lea’s spasm-wracked bodies to yet another climax.

If the sensitivity that followed the first climax had been intense, it was nothing compared to this. And this was nothing compared to the next. And that one was nothing to the one that came after it.

Soon, both Anne and Lea began to assert that what they had experienced was the peak of pseudo-pain-inducing intense sensitivity levels— only to be surprised when the next surpassed the last.

They both became quivering messes who lost count of how many climaxes they had undergone and how many times their orgasmic cries had been muffled by the decadent kisses they shared. They just knew the one thing in their minds was always;

’MORE!!!’

It was never enough.

No matter how sensitive they were, no matter how much pseudo-pain they experienced, they wanted more. Fatigue never really took them over and they never came close to unconsciousness because they knew for certain that they had not reached the peak.

All that pleasure and they had yet to be completed. How then, could they let fatigue win them over?

Caius, who diligently took them on this string of orgasmic journeys, sensed it then; Their readiness to proceed. They didn’t need to say it out loud— which was fortunate because they were so lost and taken over by pleasure that the most they could produce were moans and groans.

Words weren’t needed. There was a connection Caius shared with them—one that was especially obvious in sexual situations such as this—that told him exactly when it was time.

There was a glint in his purple eyes as he rose then. He snapped his fingers and a spell circle appeared beneath Anne for about a second before it became a funnel of wind. Low intensity but powerful enough to lift her lower back off the bed until her groin was pressed up against that of Lea who had maintained her all fours position all through her many orgasmic episodes.

”Ohhh!!!”

That was the closest thing to a word that Anne had produced in a very long while and it had been elicited due to her body touching her daughter’s in a way it hadn’t already today.

And then she let out a long and deep groan as she finally felt it;

Not a finger, not a tongue but the hard, large, and pulsating head of Caius’s rod. Just the contact of the tip against her sensitive pussy lips sent Anne on another orgasmic episode that had her squirt out juices onto Caius’s groin.

Caius smiled. His pants were off and Anne’s juices on his cock just made it all the more slick to do what was to be done. He moved forward and had to stifle a groan—one loud enough to rival Anne’s—as the head of his rod parted Anne’s lips to expose her tight opening.

Neglecting his need for as long as he had had made Caius especially susceptible to the pleasures of Anne’s pussy. With another push, his cock was inside her, instantly clamped down on by her inner muscles.

The muscles weren’t all that much of a hindrance. The real hindrance was how much Caius had underestimated his own need and the delight of being inside Anne once again. He was already feeling a climax coming on and wasn’t sure he could hold it back.