Ascendant Path of a Lustful Vampire

Chapter 546: Flower and Iron **

Caius stretched his senses toward the barrier of the tall tower of darkness, expecting to be repelled, but instead his sensory ability was absorbed. In fact, the magic of the tower latched onto his senses and fed on them to bolster its own strength and weaken him as a result.

Caius was so wrapped in the parasitic sensation that he didn’t even realize that because of the tower leeching on his senses, he was unable to sense anything outside of it.

“Effective,” he mumbled as he reined in his senses before he became too weak to move.

It seemed like such an interesting way to assure privacy rather than the more obvious repelling magic. This method seemed better, actually, because it could take advantage of the strength of the person attempting to eavesdrop and acquire the energy to remain standing.

“There,” Meline said with a groan she couldn’t help, “That should keep them out.”

Caius assumed that even if it didn’t, whoever pushed through that parasitic sensation deserved a little show anyway, even if they were also completely tactless.

“I think you’ve also just made it quite clear what’s happening here,” Caius said with a smile in his voice.

Meline grinned.

“Oh, I’m sure they already knew. It’s the principle and the allusion to privacy that matters most here,” she said.

“Well said,” Caius chuckled.

With their privacy apparently secured, Meline became all the more aggressive than she was already. Her grip on the waistband of Caius’s pants tightened, and when she pulled him against her lower half, it was with a new level of intensity.

Caius took advantage of the brief moment when Meline leaned her head away from him to moan toward the canopy of tree branches ahead and sucked on the skin of her neck. As he sucked, he let his tongue out of his mouth, trailing back and forth on her skin.

A shiver ran down Meline’s spine then, and her muscles tensed at the sheer intensity of the sensations that were coursing through her. She pulled on Caius’s hair that she still had in her grip to get his face pressed even harder against her neck as though that would increase the pressure of his neck-sucking.

It did.

Caius was spurred on by the grip on his hair. He even growled to the effect as he nipped at Meline’s neck with his human teeth. He was going to feed on her before they were done, but decided it could wait.

Caius still had his other hand grabbing hold of one of Meline’s breasts, and as she spurred him on with the harder pulls on his hair, he kneaded with increased fervor, pinching her nipple with a pincer-like sharpness that caused Meline to suck in air through gritted teeth while thrusting her breasts even harder into his touch.

Caius became wrapped up in her sweet scent—lavender mixed with just enough of a metallic scent that made her all the more appetizing to his vampiric taste—that he began to trail his lips down her body.

Caius moved his lips from Meline’s neck to her throat, and she angled in a way to make it all the easier for him. In the process, Meline began to lean even further away from Caius, which allowed him to move even lower down her front so he had no complaints.

With one hand cupping a cheek of her ass, fondling its ample and supple deliciousness through the material of her pants, Caius snapped up one of Meline’s nipples into his mouth, sucking with such fervor and enthusiasm that he soon had about half of the boob in his eagerly suckling mouth.

As he sucked, Caius kept fondling Meline’s other breast, and after a while, he switched to the other, receiving an approving groan from Meline’s lips.

As he worked his mouth down back to the tip of the breast he was sucking at the time and bit down lightly on the hard and erect nipple that tipped the wonderful tit, Caius felt Meline’s hand slip into his pants.

Meline had grown impatient of just pulling Caius’s lower half against hers; she grew impatient of only feeling his clothed bulge against the thrumming of her wet center. She needed to touch it, and it didn’t take any maneuvering at all before she wrapped her hand around the rod inside Caius’s pants.

“Yes!” She gasped as she clenched the rod hard, and she felt it twitch in acknowledgment of her touch.

Caius groaned at her grip on his cock but remained undistracted from what he was busy with. In fact, he released the breast he had been kneading and dropped his hand to Meline’s other asscheek. With a hard grip on Meline’s ass, Caius began to move his lips further down her body, down her taut stomach that he had exposed when he used his claw to rip her shirt.

As he did, he went lower until Meline’s hand pulled out of his pants and she was forced to relinquish hold of his cock. By the time his face was almost level with Meline’s groin, Caius had already released her ass to grab the buckling that held it close.

As her pants came open and Caius’s lips pressed against her groin, Meline was already working her legs out of her shoes, kicking them aside and placing her bare feet in the snow in anticipation of when he would no doubt pull her pants off her body. All the while, she kept her grip on his hair— In fact, she now had both her hands on Caius’s head and all her fingers wrapped with locks of his dark hair.

Caius took a deep whiff of her scent. It was the same as what he had smelled above, flowery with a hint of iron, and he could not get enough of it. Even as his hands pulled down Meline’s pants, his nose remained pressed up against the flimsy material of her underwear that was keeping him from making contact with her actual skin.

Meline kept her head leaned back and just let out a steady and harmonious stream of moans while her impatience showed mostly in the agitated manner with which she thrust her muff all the harder against his nose.

Once Meline’s pants fell to a bundle around her ankles, she wasted no time pulling herself free and kicking the pants aside. She did it so quickly that even if Caius had his eyes open and was watching, he wouldn’t have been able to catch her movement.

But Caius’s eyes weren’t open. He saw nothing but darkness, and yet, he was aware of Meline with nearly as much clarity as he would have had if his eyes were open. His sense of touch, his sense of smell, and his hearing were quite up to the task of relaying to him every bit of information on her.

For instance, although Meline always ensured she had one hand in Caius’s hair, she lifted her other hand, and he heard rustling that told him she was taking off her jacket and the shirt he had ripped with his claw. When she changed hands, Caius soon heard the muffled sound of the jacket and shirt falling onto the snowy forest floor.

And now, he let his imagination run wild on how Meline’s exposed breasts trembled in accordance to het moans and groans.

Caius took his time moving his hands back up Meline’s legs. He touched her ankles, her perfect calves, and then up to her thighs. There he touched moisture which he knew originated from her center.

From her thighs, Caius moved his hands to the delightful swell of Meline’s asscheeks, which he resumed fondling now with even less of a barrier of fabric between his touch and her skin.

And then, he moved his mouth until he was sucking Meline’s pussy lips through her panties. Meline groaned at the feeling and then raised one leg to give Caius even more room to explore her moist center. First, Meline hung her leg in the air, but then she rested it on Caius’s shoulder for support.

The moment Caius felt Meline’s calf on his shoulder, he pulled away from her center and let his mouth glide over the inside of her thighs, collecting every drop of pussy juice that coated her smooth, soft skin.

While he did this, and while Meline’s moans remained like music in his ears, Caius hooked the strap that held up Meline’s panties and, as had become a habit of his, he cut it with his claw, causing the underwear to flutter from Meline’s waist onto the ground below.

If the cold hair touching her privates moved directly than ever so far caused Meline any discomfort, she showed no sign of it. Caius wasn’t surprised. He was only at the Fifth Circle, and the cold barely bothered him, so he highly doubted it was a problem for Meline.

She did react, though, when Caius’s tongue finally touched her directly. She practically screamed out her desire when he stroked across her pussy lips.