Chapter 6: Mingling among People (5) (NSFW)
Resuming to the tender kisses on the same spot on her neck that almost felt surgical, Carl's fangs protruded out and stabbed suddenly into Jeanne's neck as if they were thin needles administering a vaccine.
Jeanne felt a stinging pain, similar to a needle, and to her shock and panic, the man who he thought was different from others courting her, pressed his mouth deep on her neck. The initial shock could be said to be more painful than the act itself.
In a brief moment of being absent minded, Jeanne thought of the popular TV series she watched in the past, with one most striking, related to Vampires. Was she about to become a dead person under this handsome man? Was this happening to her?
So many questions stirred inside her head, that past worries of her failed life were overshadowed by the feeding act preceded by the mysterious black haired man.
The initial pain turned into pleasure, as Carl caressed her body, assuring her that she was fine, and he wouldn't hurt her like a mindless beast.
Meanwhile, Carl continued to draw blood from her, his blood-red pendant flashing with a deep crimson light, as high-quality mana began overflowing in his system.
-[Absorption!]
In his mind, an androgynous voice rang in his mind, telling him about the activation of his Sacred Gear ability, akin to a Mechanical System that was imbued with some 'personality'.
The Ability of his Sacred Gear 'Blood Absorption' as he understood, could weaken his targets but also permanently increase his strength, speed, regenerative abilities and mana capacity, all depending on the targets he chooses to feed from.
It was a pleasant surprise when he felt his body overflowing with mana, as his once drained resources rejuvenated just as he was ingesting Jeanne's blood. His depleted state recovered, and the blonde beauty whose eyes remained shut for fear of the unknown, couldn't see the changes in Carl's appearance.
The Vampire Lord Karnstein would have been scared senseless by the amount of mana brewing from inside Carl's body at this moment, and with the changes happening from his feeding, Jeanne moaned, before bitting on her lips to suppress those indecent sounds escaping her mouth.
It was true, he brought her to Hell with the shocking reveal that he was a Vampire, but the process of feeding from a prey, depending on the tendencies of a Vampire could turn into pleasurable events for the prey itself.
Feeling that he was getting lost in his Vampiric Instincts, attempting to suck more from her Vitality as if to return to his pristine form, he stopped abruptly. He didn't want to kill this woman just to fulfill his bloodlust, there was so much potential in keeping her alive and by his side.
Holding her in his arms, stroking her tender skin, he was breathing in and out to calm this mad rush and spilling blood. When he stopped and withdrew his sunken fangs, Jeanne began to tremble in fear, but continued to keep her eyes shut.
Seeing this Carl couldn't help but whisper gently, his lips brushing against her forehead. "I didn't mean to surprise you. But now you know the truth. I can't control my hunger anymore when we're like this. It's part of who I am."
"Don't worry," she replied hoarsely. "I understand." Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, but she couldn't deny the growing arousal spreading through her veins.
"It's okay," she managed to whisper, reaching out to touch Carl's rejuvenated cheek. "I just need some time to process everything."
Carl nodded, while liking the fang wounds, stopping the bleeding from causing her any harm . "I won't rush you," he murmured, pulling away from her neck.
His body recovered to an almost perfect state by Jeanne's blood which made the Vampire Guards and others small creatures he had consumed to satiate his thirst feel insignificant, like some droplets of water to a man stranded in a desert storm, it amounted to nothing.
Yet just this feeding session from Jeanne managed to bring him back to 50-70% of his Power, it was akin to this stranded man finding an oasis all just for himself. This made her appear special in his eyes, it didn't feel right that a human could satiate his thirst for blood when he killed so many creatures, even vampires, absorbing everything they possess.
"Take all the time you need. I'll be patient with you."
Keeping to himself, he conversed with Nosferatu about the situation he found himself in, and how awkward he felt at handling this situation as a Vampire.
'Old man, don't butt-in. I'm not a hypocrite, alright. Women are creatures that are mainly guided by their emotions, so playing to their taste, while… is a bit manipulating, is for their sake.'
[I don't really care with whom you're in bed with. It's not as if I'm that curious to watch you act like a dog in heat.]
'...Jealous of my skills? These are just natural, sex skills? When you get to my stage, it becomes second nature.'
[Stop boasting about something so insignificant.]
'Alright… Say, mister Dracul. That strange feeling you've got from her, I've experienced while feeding on her. Could it have been triggered by some Sacred Gear? Her blood has this medicinal taste unlike the dull metallic taste.'
[Might be the case, since from my observation, she is a human. There's not a spec of corruption from Demonic Energy of a Devil or Demon, nor does she have Holy Magic of an Angel.]
'So it's because of her latent Sacred Gear? It's clear as night that she hasn't awakened that power. However, she does have mana in her body that normal humans shouldn't have, right?'
[That's a correct assumption. Your Mana Capacity has grown after absorbing her blood using the Sacred Gear.]
[I can't tell what her Sacred Gear is… You might have to ask Archangel Michael who presides over the Sacred Gear System put in place by God.]
'Heh, you're in the mood for jests? Like hell I'll ever approach Angels and those Exorcists. At least not now.'
[I'm just telling you how you can find out what her Sacred Gear is if she doesn't awaken until then. Or you can inquire about it from the Fallen Angel, Azazel. Back in the day, he was in charge of the creation of the Sacred Gears.]
Hearing that from Nosferatu, Carl could only agree inwardly, since he knew extended information regarding Azazel, and how crazy he is regarding the creation of Artificial Sacred Gears that had the potential to rival the ones from the God System.
Moving his sharp eyes at the figure of the naked woman, trying to recover her breathing by the edge of the bed, he asked for an opinion. 'Should I keep a handful of women around Europe that I can feed from, keeping it centralized, instead of spreading myself thin and risking exposure?'
[Back when I was alive, I liked to keep the Masquerade Faced on. You're right in your assumption that targeting multiple humans would create a disturbance in the Human World.]
'Mhm, pretty much. Once news reaches all factions that some crazy bastard is going on a feeding spree, I'm sure it will stir up all of them. The Exorcists would want to stab a silver cross in my heart, the Vampires would for sure want to capture me and turn me into their Weapon. Same could be said for the Devils.'
[The Angels would keep on the Human's side in most cases.]
'Obviously. This leaves me 'restricted' with a handful of targets. But I think it is a great strategy, nonetheless. I would be even better if the targets I find have latent Sacred Gears, be them awakened or slumbering like in my case.'
[That's a good starting plan. Feeding on such targets would increase the amount of power you accumulate with 'Bloodbound Domain'.]
'True. The Blood Absorption makes me something of a parasite. But, the effects are noticeable.'
As the weight of their shared experience settled over them, Carl and Jeanne found themselves enveloped in a cocoon of introspection.
Jeanne shifted uncomfortably, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The revelation of Carl's true nature had left her reeling, her thoughts spinning with questions she couldn't yet articulate. She felt vulnerable, exposed in a way she had never experienced before.
Yet it was undeniable that a person like Carl, who she now found was a supernatural creature, didn't harm her, even the mark of his fangs started to heal up.
They sat quietly on the edge of the bed, their bodies close yet distant. The silence between them seemed deafening, filled only with the sound of their ragged breaths as they tried to gather their thoughts.
Carl kept stroking Jeanne's arm, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along her skin. His gaze flicked up to meet hers, his concern evident in his dark eyes.
"Hey," he finally spoke, his voice soft and soothing. "You don't have to overthink it too much. You might have seen those TV Shows about supernatural creatures, just so you understand, they exist, but it doesn't mean we're killing humans like psychopaths."
"We also have emotions, just like humans."
Jeanne nodded slowly, her eyes searching Carl's for reassurance. "Yeah," she replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I guess I just... I wasn't expecting any of this."
Carl's grip on her arm tightened slightly, offering a silent gesture of support. "I know it's a lot to take in," he acknowledged, his voice gentle. "We don't have to talk about it right now. Let's just enjoy each other, and we can discuss it later. Understand?"
Jeanne gave a weak nod, swallowing thickly. "I'm trying," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "But I'm scared."
Carl reached out and cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing across her tear-stained skin. "I understand," he said softly. "But trust me, there's nothing to fear. You're safe with me."
Jeanne looked up at him, her expression wavering between fear and longing. "You promise?"
He nodded earnestly. "Yes, I promise. Whatever happens, I'll protect you."
She hesitated a moment longer before nodding weakly.
"I believe you," she whispered, her gaze locking onto his again. Carl's grip tightened slightly, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on her cheek.
"You're surprisingly receptive to the idea of me being a Vampire," he breathed, relief washing over him. "Don't worry, apart from being stronger than everyone, I can also be gentle as a minstrel. Now, let's put this behind us and enjoy our time together."
Jeanne swallowed hard, her heart pounding against her chest. "Okay," she managed to croak. "So what should we do now?"
Carl grinned mischievously, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Well, I've been thinking about that question for quite some time. We could start by taking a shower together," Carl suggested, flashing a naughty grin. Jeanne blushed, a playful spark igniting in her eyes.
"That sounds nice," she agreed, her voice husky with anticipation.
Carl rose to his feet, offering a hand to help Jeanne stand. She accepted, and he led her to the en suite bathroom. The marble countertop gleamed under the warm glow of the ambient lighting, while the enormous shower stall stood majestically in the corner.
Stepping closer, Carl gently placed Jeanne under the cascading water, letting it run down her curves, erasing any lingering traces of tension. He held her close, running his hands over her damp skin, savoring every curve and angle.
"Are you ready?" Carl asked, his voice low and seductive, brimming with more charm.
Jeanne nodded, her heart racing in anticipation. She glanced up at Carl, her eyes meeting his crimson gaze. There was a fire burning there, raw and unadulterated, fueling their connection.
As the water rained down, they found themselves drawn closer, hands roaming over each other's bodies, exploring every inch of flesh and bone. Their movements traced a dance of passion, a performance crafted from the essence of their shared desire. The heat between them grew, building upon the foundation laid during their previous encounter.
"How does it feel," Carl murmured, his voice thick with lust and emotion, "to be desired so deeply by a man that most women couldn't even dream of? I've been having my eyes on you since I caught sight of you dancing."
"You're so beautiful," Carl whispered, his voice cracking slightly.
Jeanne's eyes widened with surprise, the intensity of his gaze overwhelming her senses. "Really?" she gasped, her voice quivering with disbelief.
Carl nodded, his eyes shining brightly. "Yes," he said firmly. "Why would you doubt me? You're undeniable. A beauty that could make so many women jealous." His hands roamed down her back, resting on her hips.
"What makes you think I'd want you? Maybe I'm using you for my own selfish reasons." Jeanne challenged, her voice tinged with skepticism.
Carl chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "That would be bold of you, to mess around with a monster, especially a Vampire such as myself."
"However, I don't mind it. Besides, I know those words are not coming from your Heart. There's something incredibly captivating about you."
'Her Rich Blood. Beauty. Sex Drive and the possible Sacred Gear. She's also not dumb by all means.'
Jeanne arched an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "And what exactly is that?"
Carl paused, his gaze shifting downward as he searched for the right words. "Your confidence," he confessed, his voice hushed. "It's intoxicating." Carl continued, his tone reverential. "The way you carry yourself with grace and poise. Even when you're just moving to the beat of the music, you exude this aura of self-assurance."
Jeanne pursed her lips, considering his words carefully. "That may be true," she admitted after a moment. "But I've never really considered myself special or unique."
Carl shook his head emphatically. "You are," he insisted, his conviction unwavering. Then, he began to kiss her in her nefarious regions, from her nape to armpits, nothing was a safe zone from his touch. Then going back to her mouth, teasing her tongue, and never forgetting about her voluptuous butt and large breasts.
Jeanne enjoyed every minute of it, wrapping her arms around Carl's broad shoulders, feeling the muscles ripple beneath the surface. Her pussy throbbed, craving more attention.
With a hungry look in his eyes, Carl kissed her passionately, his fingertips tracing lines down her arms and legs. The sensation sent shivers down her spine, making her moan softly.
"Tell me what you want," Carl whispered breathlessly into her ear. "Anything you desire, I'll give it to you."
Jeanne looked at his hot phallus that exceeded any size she has ever seen in her life, only matching with the porn actors in movies, but even then he was in a category of few selects. She wanted to feel herself full with that hot cock.
Feeling Carl's member rub against her inner thighs, she squirmed restlessly, the scent of their combined arousal filling the air. Carl's cock was stiff and pulsating, throbbing against her sensitive skin. It was bigger than anything she imagined possible, and she yearned to wrap her fingers around it.
Their tongues danced in sync, their movements perfectly choreographed. Every kiss, every touch, was a testament to their passion. Carl's hands explored her body, caressing her curves, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples.
He pushed her against the wall, pressing his massive erection against her thigh. Jeanne whimpered, arching her back and grinding her pelvis against him.
"I want you inside me," she gasped, her voice cracking with desperation. "Now."
"Anytime." Carl whispered into her ear as he pressed his throbbing member against her wet slit. With one quick thrust, he plunged deep within her, filling her with his girthy length.
Jeanne cried out in pleasure, her fingernails digging into Carl's back, but each time the fingernail 'wounds' would close immediately. The sensation of being filled by his cock was overwhelming, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through her veins.
"Oh, god! Harder! I love this." pleaded Jeanne, her voice trembling with urgency.
Carl obliged, pumping his hips faster and harder, driving his cock deeper and deeper inside her.
Each thrust sent shockwaves rippling through Jeanne's body, causing her to cry out in pleasure.
"Fuck yes!" she screamed, her nails clawing at Carl's back. "Don't stop!"
Carl groaned, his face contorting with pleasure. "You like that?" he growled, his voice strained. "I knew you were a horny little slut."
Nothing could have prepared her for the feeling of Carl's cock stretching her insides, pulsing with every thrust. It was an incredible sensation, almost painful yet overwhelmingly pleasurable.
"Harder!" she shouted, her voice echoing off the walls of the bathroom. "Give it to me!"
Carl's face twisted into a feral grin, his eyes locked onto hers. "You sure?" he growled, his voice rough.
Jeanne gasped, her heart hammering wildly in her chest. She couldn't believe how much she wanted this. A man, a Vampire from the old and new Tales, who made her feel like she had never felt before. It was dangerous, thrilling, and oh-so-right.
"Absolutely," she replied, her voice firm. "Just take me. Do whatever you want with me."
Carl grinned, his eyes glittering with lust. "Oh, I plan to," he promised, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.
With one swift motion, he spun her around, gripping her waist tightly. His erection brushed against her back as he pulled her close, their bodies flush against each other.
"Are you sure you can handle all of this?" He teased, his hot breath fanning across her neck. "My cock is bigger than most men."
Jeanne shivered, her heart drumming wildly in her chest. "Then show me what you got, big boy," she taunted, turning her head to meet his gaze.
Carl smirked, his eyes alight with mischief.
"Alright, let's see if you can handle this," he muttered, grabbing hold of her hips. With a sudden surge of strength, he lifted her up like a feather and positioned her against the wall while the warm water continued to pour down on them..
"Whoa!" Jeanne gasped, her eyes widening in surprise. "What are you doing?"
Carl didn't answer but instead positioned himself between her legs. He slid himself inside her, her wetness embracing his girthy shaft eagerly. He began to pump his hips, his phallus sliding in and out of her tight passage effortlessly.
The friction created sparks of pleasure that surged through her body, leaving her trembling helplessly. Each forceful thrust battered her cervix, threatening to push her over the edge as her vagina continued to squirt lustfully all over his cock.
"Carl," she moaned, her voice hoarse with desire. "I can't... I can't..."
Carl merely smiled, his red eyes gleaming with wicked delight. "What's wrong, sweetheart? Are you by chance at your limit?"
She was moaning in pleasure, while squirting as she was climaxing repeatedly the entire time, and as he felt his own limits tested over time, he approached his own climax.
His pace quickened, thrusting in and out of her dripping wet pussy with more fervor, causing her to cry out in ecstasy.
Their bodies moved in sync, their movements fluid and graceful, almost like a dance.
The water streamed down on them, carrying away the sweat and traces of lust. Their moans filled the room, mingling with the sound of the shower. It was a symphony of pleasure, a crescendo building toward an unstoppable climax.
"Harder, Carl... please, harder..." Jeanne begged, her voice barely audible. Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh.
Carl grinned devilishly, his eyes locked with hers. "As you wish, my dear," he growled, pounding into her faster.
Jeanne cried out, her eyes rolling back, and her mouth hanging open. The walls shook from their intense fucking, and the water splashed everywhere. She could feel every inch of him stretching her, filling her until she thought she might burst.
"Oh god, Carl..." she whimpered, her voice strained beyond recognition. "Please don't stop..."
He chuckled deeply, his eyes burning red. "Sweetheart, I won't ever stop until you beg me to," he promised her, pulling her closer, while holding her by her thighs as he continued to pound on her wet pussy that started creaming all over his cock.
With his lubricated dick, the movements were so smooth, and after 30 minutes of pounding at Jeanne's pussy, he finally let go, cumming inside of her, while the blonde goddess in his arms spasmed as she let go of herself, climaxing, spraying Carl's body with her love juices.
"That was incredible," whispered Jeanne, laying her head on Carl's shoulder.
"You know how to ride a man," he said, stroking her hair. "Mmmhmmm," she replied, smiling. "I learned a few tricks along the way."
Carl kissed her forehead, "Well, you passed this test with flying colors."
They stayed in the shower stall together, letting the hot water rinse off the sweat and other bodily fluids. Their exhausted bodies clung to each other as they washed one another, their touch tender and loving.
Carl kissed her passionately, his tongue exploring her mouth hungrily.
"I want to make love to you again," he rasped, his voice filled with desire, only to calm as he felt her muscles quivering, reaching their limit. "But, I think it is better to let you rest, before picking from where we left."
Jeanne sighed contentedly, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. "I can't feel my lower half. You've made a mess."
With the shower still running, they embraced each other, panting heavily, feeling exhausted but also incredibly satisfied.
"You know..." Carl whispered softly against her neck, kissing her gently there before whispering in her ear, "I've never had anyone make me come so hard before..."
"Really?" Jeanne asked, raising an eyebrow playfully. "Well, then maybe we should do it again sometime?"
Carl laughed quietly, nuzzling her affectionately.
"You want it in your heart, but your body is a wreck. You're quite the pervert, miss." he murmured, kissing her gently between the shoulder blades. "But right now, I think it's time for us to get dried off and rest, don't you agree?"
Jeanne nodded, too tired to respond verbally. Her face flushed with heat, and the muscles in her legs quivered from exhaustion. Still, she couldn't help but feel giddy with happiness – she'd just spent hours experiencing pleasures she'd only ever dreamed of before meeting Carl.
Her breasts pressed against his bare chest, her nipples hardening beneath his touch. He ran his hand up her thigh, gently caressing her skin. His fingertips danced along her inner thigh, sending chills down her spine.
"Why do you care about me?" she asked, her voice soft and low. "You know, there are easier ways to feed."
"But none as thrilling as you," he murmured, running his tongue over her neck. He licked just below her ear, grazing her sensitive spot. She moaned softly, her knees buckling slightly.
"Why? Because I'm easy prey?"
Carl released her throat, his lips curling into a smirk. "Not exactly. You've been watching me all night, haven't you? I saw the way you looked at me, Jeanne."
She blushed, averting her gaze. "Maybe. But why would a handsome guy like you choose someone like me? I think people call women like me, past their 'Prime'."
Carl leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Nonsense. It's because you have something they don't, baby."
Carl traced a line down her collarbone with his finger, his eyes shining with lust. "Something irresistible."
Jeanne swallowed thickly, feeling her pulse quicken. "And what's that?"
Carl paused, should he tell her about the Sacred Gear or keep it for now, since it would cause too much confusion in her that would jeopardize this budding relation, such that it was better to come with the secondary reasons of why he had his eyes on her.
Studying her face carefully before answering. "Your scent." He leaned in closer, inhaling deeply. "It smells like fresh strawberries mixed with vanilla."
"Strawberries and vanilla?" Jeanne laughed softly, shaking her head.
"If you're saying that to make me feel better, then it's working."
Carl kissed her neck. "No, I mean it. You smell incredible."
"Okay, Mr. Vampire," she said, rolling her eyes playfully. "Let's put our clothes back on and continue this conversation somewhere else."
"There's still time before the Check-Out. We have all night at our disposal." Carl reluctantly nodded, stepping out of the shower first. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, glancing back at Jeanne who followed suit.
They exited the bathroom together, leaving behind the lingering scent of their passion.