Chapter 12 - Clash of Faiths (1) (NSFW)
The time for his date was approaching, and under the cover of the night, he felt comfortable that no Cleric would bust him up for being a Demon and attempt an exorcist while on top of Jeanne.
Tsufaame's sudden appearance caught him off guard. She stood in his path in her ethereal form, a defiant glint in her purple eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest. The devil woman proved to be an annoyance once he stepped out from his apartments because she wanted to follow him to his date. Obviously, Carl outright rejected this.
"You're leaving already?" she questioned, her voice tinged with annoyance. "And where do you think you're going? You have to give me a tour of this human city, and also let me explore some more."
Carl sighed, sensing her resistance but remaining resolute in his decision. "I have plans," he replied calmly, adjusting the collar of his jacket. "Besides, where I'm going is none of your concern. You have your freedom as I released you from the Bloodbound Domain."
Tsufaame's lips curled into a scornful sneer. "None of my concern?" she repeated incredulously. "I am bound to you now, Carl. Everything you do is my concern."
Carl shook his head, his patience wearing thin. "Not everything," he retorted, his voice firm and unwavering. "You have your freedom within the confines of the Devil Contract, but don't overstep your bounds. I won't tolerate any interference with my personal affairs."
Tsufaame bristled at his words, her pride wounded by his dismissive tone. "And what if I choose to follow you? Is that swine you're feeding that important? to you? Can't I just take over one of those Devil Worshiping Whores and serve myself to you?" she challenged, taking a step closer to him.
Carl met her gaze with a steely resolve of his own. "Then you'll be making a grave mistake," he warned, his voice low and dangerous. "I won't hesitate to deal with you accordingly if you dare to cross me."
With that, Carl brushed past Tsufaame, leaving her seething with frustration in his wake. The bad boy persona he cultivated after many years of hookups and plenty of FWB, made him perceptive that even the devil woman could be read as simply as a human woman. In fact, she seemed easier to deal with than a human gal because they were exuding far more primal emotions.
'Honestly, using her as a collector for my future prey wouldn't be wasteful. Whatsmore, I'm interested to see how she would react once I have sex with her as she possesses those satanist bitches.'
As he headed out the door, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at asserting his dominance over the proud Ultimate Devil.
With purposeful strides, Carl made his way through the winding streets of Graz, the glow of streetlights casting elongated shadows across his path. As he neared Restaurant Florian of the Parkhotel Graz, the grandeur of the establishment came into view, its elegant facade illuminated by soft, welcoming lights.
'This place seems decent, and we can jump on a suite right after dinner. Heh, she's sure quite proactive in her chase, which tells me a lot.'
'Nonetheless, I wonder what I should do with her once my time for departure approaches. There's a couple of days left until my paperwork will be delivered.'
'So far, it was quiet, no Vampire Lord or their Executives came knocking on my door… nor that woman showed signs of interest in my fate. I wonder, should I take Jeanne with me and train her to become my Secretary?'
'There's also the possibility of her being Embraced by me, with her becoming my Thrall. Now that would be even better, since I could make my own Peerage similar to how Devils do.'
'In fact, Vampires are similar to Devils in many ways, even their System of increasing their numbers artificially is a mirror. They use their Devil Pieces while us Vampire Embrace our targets.'
The thought of her accompanying him on his future endeavors made Carl ponder about his life choices. As if on cue, his lips curved into a seductive smile. He couldn't wait to reveal the hidden facets of the supernatural world to her.
His thoughts were interrupted by the gentle jingling of a wind chime. Looking up, he spotted the entrance to Restaurant Florian, a classical and sophisticated establishment that boasted of the finest culinary team in the city. The smell of exotic spices and rich, decadent sauces wafted through the air.
Sensing that Tsufaame wasn't around him to act as a nuisance while he would converse with Jeanne, he thought about what she planned on the sideline. 'She could go screw her brains out for all I care. As long as she's useful to me, I don't care about her schemes.'
The chatter of the patrons, along with jazz music playing softly in the background, reverberated against the opulent walls. As Carl stepped inside, he felt a sense of belonging surround him. The setting was perfect for him to show Jeanne his world, giving her a glimpse of the luxurious life that he led.
Carl scanned the dining area for Jeanne. His gaze came to rest on a figure seated alone at a table. It was Jeanne, her blonde hair cascading down her shoulders like a golden waterfall, her delicate hands cupping a wine glass.
She was dressed in a stunning red dress that clung to her curvaceous figure, accentuating every curve. The deep neckline revealed just enough cleavage to make Carl's pulse quicken.
Carl approached Jeanne, his eyes locked on her face. "Good evening, Jeanne," he greeted, his voice low and seductive. "I hope you haven't been waiting long."
Jeanne looked up, her captivating green eyes meeting Carl's, containing her overflowing emotions when she felt Carl's effortless charm as he approached her. His tall, lean frame exuded confidence with every stride. His dark hair was styled impeccably, swept back from his forehead in a casual yet sophisticated manner.
To add to his already polished appearance, he was dressed in a sleek black suit tailored to perfection, the fabric hugging his form in all the right places. A crisp white shirt peeked out from beneath the jacket, the top button left casually undone. A slim black tie completed the ensemble, adding a touch of refinement to his look.
Despite his impeccable appearance, there was an air of nonchalance about Carl, as if he were entirely at ease in his own skin. His easy smile and relaxed demeanor suggested a man who was accustomed to command attention without having to try too hard.
She smiled at the handsome Vampire whose features felt almost otherworldly for normal humans, a warm, genuine smile.
"Not at all," she replied, her voice a sweet melody that enchanted him. "I've just been enjoying some wine and watching the world go by."
Carl pulled out the chair across from Jeanne and sat down. "Well, I'm glad to see you're in good spirits," he said, his voice full of warmth.
Jeanne raised an eyebrow, her blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Good spirits? You make it sound like you were worried about me."
Carl shrugged, his lips curling into a sheepish grin. "Well, what happened previously, when I showed that side of mine, I just wanted to make sure you were okay."
Jeanne smiled, her eyes softening with gratitude. "I appreciate that, Carl," she said warmly. Her fingers traced the rim of her wine glass, her eyes never leaving Carl.
"You seem different, you know?" she remarked, her voice thoughtful. "You look tired. Could it be that you're weakened by the Sunlight as I've read online?"
Carl tilted his head, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Heh, Sunlight? What's next is that list? Garlic? You don't have to worry about this poor vampire. Also you shouldn't believe everything you're reading online."
He continued on, smiling enigmatically, his gaze darkening slightly. "Perhaps I had a long night. But this doesn't mean I'm not functioning."
Jeanne's eyes widened as she realized the implications of his words. "Wait, you, saying this… Did you... by chance, killed someone?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "You know, Carl, I've noticed that there are many of those cloaked monks and nuns walking more frequently around the Cathedral and Old Town night pubs."
"Oh my. Huh, that's unexpected. My Jeanne is so receptive to things going around her. However, why do you connect it to me? I'm not the type of person to kill without reasons." Carl's voice took on a colder tone, as he got detached, sending down to Jeanne a shiver.
Jeanne swallowed hard, her heart racing, still coming to terms that the man standing before her was a Vampire. Even if she previously had a sweet night where passion was let free, the current setting was different, she felt at a crossroad with thought of peering deeper into his mysteries, but also fearful
"Let's not ruin the moon, and order something to eat." Carl suggested, changing the topic expertly as he scanned the menu, their waiter silently observing.
"Excellent choice, Sir." The waiter's polite voice broke the lingering tension. "The Chef's special is particularly savory tonight."
Carl nodded, closing his menu. "We'll have that, then. And perhaps a bottle of red wine to complement our meal?" His exotic accent curled around each word, making it sound as decadent as the delicacies they were about to indulge in.
The words seemed to melt in his mouth, and Jeanne found herself utterly captivated by his presence, the seductive lilt of his voice lulling her into submission.
Out of the corner of her eye, Jeanne couldn't help but notice how handsome Carl was. He looked every inch the powerful vampire that extended his hand to rescue her from the sinking sand she got pushed by life. His white skin seemed to glow under the soft lights of the restaurant, and his dark hair ruffled with each gust of wind that meandered in through the open balcony doors.
His striking features were both alluring and terrifying, drawing people towards him even as they subconsciously recoiled at the dangerous charm of a vampire. However, as she was studying his features, she noticed how his crimson eyes were bloodier than when she last saw him.
It made her think of what he said, having a 'long night'. Regardless of what Carl wanted to say, she made the connection in her mind that he was the reason so many priests wandered the streets of the Old Town.
Carl's penetrating gaze never wavered as Jeanne nervously averted her eyes. His intense stare could disarm even the strongest of individuals, reducing them to mere mortals, and Jeanne was no exception.
'Please, stop staring at me like that,' Jeanne thought, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she averted her gaze from Carl's intense stare. 'It's making it difficult for me to think straight.'
Carl smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. He knew he had her under his spell, and he loved every moment of it. It triggered a bit of his Narcissistic tendencies, but he was aware that there were problems with his brain, such that he controlled those impulses.
Maybe it got moldy from being imprisoned for one year straight inside a coffin. Yet, to his slight relief, he had his humanity intact and was thankful that he could still feel those human emotions as a Vampire.
Despite Carl's obvious allure, Jeanne felt compelled to maintain her composure. After all, she was no ordinary woman too after interacting with such a Vampire. But Jeanne couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to Carl than meets the eye, and with her previous interactions both at the previous Hotel they spent their night and similarly at her own home, he still remained a mystery to her.
'I mustn't let myself be swayed by his charm. This attraction I feel for him is most likely because of his vampire abilities like in the TV Dramas.' Jeanne reminded herself, yet she yearned to pierce through the veil that hid the true essence of his being.
As their meal arrived, served with the elegance befitting the upscale restaurant, Jeanne found herself momentarily distracted by the culinary delights before her. However, her curiosity soon returned, fueled by her desire to learn more about the mysterious world of magic.
"Carl," she began tentatively, taking a sip of her wine to steady her nerves. "I couldn't help but wonder about something you mentioned before... about magic."
Carl's gaze lifted from his plate, meeting Jeanne's with a thoughtful expression. "What about, magic," he echoed, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "A fascinating topic indeed. Could it be that I've picked your interest?"
Jeanne felt a surge of excitement at his response, her curiosity piqued even further. "Is it true that humans can learn magic too?" she asked eagerly, leaning forward in her seat.
Carl considered her question carefully, his brow furrowing slightly as he weighed his words. "In theory, yes," he replied. "Magic is a complex force, but with the right guidance even a reject could do some stunts. It's possible for anyone to unlock its secrets."
Jeanne's eyes widened in surprise, her heart skipping a beat at the possibility. She had always been drawn to the idea of magic since having her first encounter with the supernatural, the ghost in the Hospital she was working, but she had never imagined that she could possess such abilities herself.
'Let's give her a small peek into the Leviathan Magic. I've learned some of the basics from Tsufaame today.'
'For now, I can only do Black Water Creation, and that by following the Chants.'
As if to demonstrate his point, Carl reached out and placed his hand over an empty wine glass on the table. With a flick of his wrist, he muttered a few words under his breath, and to Jeanne's astonishment, the glass began to fill with a dark, swirling liquid.
Her breath caught in her throat as she watched the black water rise, mesmerized by the display of power before her. It was a small demonstration, but it filled her with a sense of wonder and possibility.
"See?" Carl said with a grin, withdrawing his hand as the glass continued to fill with the mysterious liquid. "With a bit of practice and the right guidance, anything is possible."
"I'm intrigued, Carl. Tell me more."
Carl leaned back in his chair, his gaze intense. "Magic is a dangerous game, Jeanne. Not to mention the community is filled with hypocrites," He paused a little bit while thinking of where the nagging devil woman could be in this moment. Probably captured by some Exorcist, later on screwed of her brains as she got tempted by the allure of the Modern Civilization.
"However, if you truly wish to pursue this path, I can teach you. But be warned, it's not a journey to embark on lightly."
Jeanne's heart raced at the prospect, her mind filled with both excitement and trepidation. She knew deep down that Carl was no ordinary man, he was a monster hiding in plain sight. The thought should have terrified her, but instead, it intrigued her further.
Jeanne felt a mix of excitement and anxiety, wondering what kind of powers she could unlock with Carl's guidance.
While their conversation about magic unfolded, Carl didn't linger much on a subject that was still a mystery to Jeanne, and instead shifted gears for something comfortable that wouldn't make her feel awkward in absence of information.
He was natural at shifting subjects, and along the course of this dinner, Jeanne not even once felt strange talking with this charming Vampire. In fact, she felt that he was more of a man than other guys she interacted with, stirring certain emotions in her heart.
Similarly, Carl who suffered from a 'Blood Deficiency Syndrome' from the utilization of the Bloodbound Domain's Mindscape, felt that his control was on a tightrope because the essence Jeanne was giving off passively made his bloodthirst start to get out of control.
Under that influence, as her eyes sparkled with curiosity and her smile lit up the room, drawing his already bloodthirsty ass like a moth to flame. Jeanne, already infatuated, didn't notice the subtle shift in his demeanor, as his gaze lingered on her.
Carl's gaze shifted from her face and lowered to the opening of her red dress. He looked at her with a hunger in his eyes, and Jeanne felt her heart rate spike.
"Jeanne, you're so beautiful," Carl murmured, the words dripping with desire.
His hand reached out, gently grazing her arm before resting on her thigh.
His touch sent shivers down her spine, igniting a flame deep within her that she struggled to contain.
Unable to resist the magnetic pull that Carl exuded, Jeanne leaned in closer, her eyes fluttering shut as their lips met in a passionate kiss. The taste of his lips was electrifying, a mixture of red wine and desire that set Jeanne's heart racing.
Carl deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring the depths of her mouth. To Jeanne, he was such a great kisser that she felt her control was drifting away from her body.
Jeanne responded eagerly, her hands tracing over the broad expanse of his shoulders and tangling in his hair. As they savored every moment, Carl couldn't help but feel a bitter sense of guilt for his coming actions.
'Tsk, I don't like when I'm losing control of my body just because of this beastly instinct to drink blood to sustain myself.'
'Can't a man enjoy a sex session without being interrupted by bullcrap? Hah, I should get us a room before we make a scene at the Restaurant. I can feel their gazes on me.'
Despite the guilty feeling, Carl knew that he needed to sustain himself with blood to survive, and Jeanne was his prime source of blood. Besides, he wanted to satisfy her urges, too. The desire between them was palpable, and Carl knew that it would be a waste to let it go unused.
As they continued to explore each other's lips, Carl let his hand wander further up Jeanne's thigh, his fingers grazing the edge of her lace panties.
Jeanne gasped as his touch sent another wave of pleasure crashing through her body. She let out a low moan, her hips bucking forward in search of more. Carl took the invitation, slipping his fingers beneath the lace and into her wet folds.
Their kiss deepened, becoming more urgent as Carl explored her pussy, while Jeanne was lost in the moment, savoring each touch while her inhibitions and control was slipping away by the second.
Carl made her feel alive and free while in his company. He seemed to know what she wanted and gave it to her without hesitation. And that feeling of being desired and appreciated made her crave him even more.
With great effort, he suppressed the bloodlust that threatened to consume him and focused on the task at hand.
"Babe, let's move this to a private room. I'll pay for this dinner, but next time when my mind is more lucid, we'll split the bill."
Jeanne nodded, her cheeks flushed with excitement. She felt a rush of anticipation at the thought of being alone with Carl, away from prying eyes. As they left the restaurant, Carl settled the bill with a smooth efficiency, his demeanor calm and collected despite the turmoil raging within him.
Once outside, they made their way to the reception area of the Parkhotel Graz, where Carl booked them a luxurious suite for the night. The receptionist greeted them with a warm smile, oblivious to the true nature of the couple before her.
"Thank you, Carl," Jeanne murmured, her voice tinged with gratitude as they followed the receptionist to their suite. "This is all so... unexpected."
Carl chuckled softly, his arm brushing against hers as they walked. "I like to keep things interesting," he replied with a wink, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "And what better way to spend the night than in the company of a beautiful woman like yourself?"
Jeanne blushed at his compliment, feeling a flutter of excitement in her stomach. She couldn't deny the attraction she felt towards Carl, the way he seemed to effortlessly command the room with his presence. It was both thrilling and intimidating, but she was eager to see where the night would take them.
As they entered the suite, Jeanne's breath caught in her throat at the sight before her. The room was even more luxurious than she had imagined, with plush furnishings and soft lighting that cast everything in a warm, inviting glow.
"It's perfect," she whispered, her eyes wide with wonder.
Carl smiled, his gaze lingering on her face. "I'm glad you think so," he said softly, his voice filled with warmth. "Now, why don't we make ourselves comfortable? I'll pour us some more wine, and we can toast to the beginning of a night we'll never forget."
With the support of alcohol, the couple found themselves entangled once more, especially for Jeanne who felt bolder, uninhibited and incapable of resisting to his Devilish Charms.
His lips crashed down onto hers, his tongue delving deep into her mouth. She moaned against him, giving in to his urgency.
As Carl pressed Jeanne back against the cushioned seat, their bodies molded together. His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as if he couldn't get enough of her taste. Her fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt, pulling it free from his slacks and sliding underneath to the warm flesh of his back.
His mouth left hers, traveling down her neck, tracing a trail of kisses to the sensitive skin between her breasts. She tilted her head back, giving him better access, as he deftly undid the clasp of her bra, freeing her ample breasts.
"Make me yours, Carl," she whispered, her voice thick with desire.
"Fuck, Jeanne, you're so hot," he groaned, his thumb brushing over her nipple, eliciting a gasp from her.
She arched her back, sending her breast higher and into his waiting mouth. He suckled hungrily, teasing the hard peak with his teeth and tongue.
Jeanne cried out, her hips bucking upward as she sought some form of friction against her aching core.
"Please, Carl," she whimpered, her fingers clenching in his hair as she tried to guide him lower.
He complied, quickly making his way down her stomach until he reached the waistband of her skirt. With a devilish grin, he hooked his fingers in the fabric, tearing it down her legs and tossing it aside.
His eyes blazed with hunger as he took in the sight of her practically naked before him.
He wasted no time, trailing kisses down one thigh, teasing the sensitive skin with his protruding fangs, before moving to the other leg.
Jeanne's legs trembled as his lips traveled up the insides of her thighs, parting them wider with a push of his shoulders. With one agonizingly slow lick, he tasted the slickness between her legs.
She called out his name, her fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer as she ground her hips against his face.
Carl complied, sitting down next to her, his eyes locked onto hers. He could sense the fire in her gaze, the hunger that burned just below the surface. His own desire was equally as potent, a fierce ache that radiated through his entire body.
Without a word, Jeanne reached out, unbuttoning his shirt. Her fingers brushed against his chest, eliciting a shiver from him. She traced the lines of his abdomen with her fingertips, lingering on the waistband of his pants.
With a flick of her wrist, she undid the button and tugged at the zipper, revealing the black boxer briefs underneath. A soft moan escaped his lips as her cool fingers brushed against his heated skin.
He leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as he slipped a hand between her thighs, gently teasing her slick folds. She gasped into his mouth, her hips bucking instinctively as she sought more pressure.
Carl wasted no time, pulling off her panties and tossing them aside.
His fingers delved deeper, parting her slick folds and teasing her entrance with a tantalizingly slow rhythm.
"Please, Carl, don't tease me. I need you now," Jeanne pleaded, her voice hoarse with desire.
Carl smirked, his eyes glinting with primal need. "Patience, my dear," he said, his finger slipping inside her, causing her to gasp and clench around him.
He hooked his finger, hitting her sweet spot with precise accuracy.
Jeanne arched her back and moaned, her breath hitching as he added a second finger, thrusting rhythmically in and out of her. His thumb expertly strummed her swollen clit, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through her veins.
"You're mine, Jeanne," Carl growled, his voice guttural and raw with desire. "Say it."
"Say it, Jeanne," Carl demanded, his voice low and commanding. "Tell me you belong to me."
"I'm yours," she whimpered, consumed by a wave of pleasure so intense she thought she might drown in it.
Carl continued his relentless assault on her senses, his fingers moving with a speed and precision that seemed almost supernatural. Jeanne could feel her climax building inside her, an unstoppable force that threatened to shatter her into a million pieces.
"I belong to you, Carl," she gasped, her hips writhing against his hand as she raced towards the edge of oblivion.
"That's right," he growled, his thumb circling her clit as his fingers thrust deeper and harder. "You're all mine."
He slowly removed his fingers from her slick heat, bringing them to his mouth for a taste. Her essence was intoxicating, only stoking the fire within him.
He licked his fingers clean, his eyes blazing with desire as he crawled towards her.
After giving her plenty of foreplay, making her ready to embrace him, as Carl held Jeanne close, he could feel her heart pounding against his chest, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He knew she was teetering on the edge of ecstasy, her body quivering with anticipation.
With gentle care, he guided her head to rest against his shoulder, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered soothing words of reassurance.
"My dear," he murmured, his voice a soft caress against her skin. "I've got you. Just let go and surrender to the pleasure." He wanted her to feel safe and secure in his embrace, to know that she could trust him completely.
Jeanne melted against him, her body relaxing in his arms as she allowed herself to be consumed by the waves of pleasure crashing over her. She felt a sense of peace wash over her, a feeling of belonging that she had never experienced before.
With a tenderness that belied his true nature, Carl pressed his lips to the delicate skin of her neck, trailing kisses along her jawline before nuzzling against the pulsing vein beneath her ear. He could feel the steady thrum of her heartbeat against his lips, a rhythmic reminder of her humanity.
"It will be gentle, Jeanne. You'll feel good too." he whispered, his voice low and hypnotic.
With practiced precision, he sank his fangs into her soft flesh, drawing forth a single drop of her sweet, life-giving blood. He drank slowly, savoring the taste of her essence as it flooded his senses.
Jeanne gasped at the sensation, a mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through her veins. But even as she felt her strength begin to wane, she knew she was safe in Carl's arms.
-[Blood Absorption]
With each sip of Jeanne's blood, Carl felt a surge of vitality coursing through his veins, invigorating him in a way that nothing else could. It was as if her essence was fueling the flames of his cold heart, sating his hunger that burned hotter with each passing moment.
But even as he indulged in his primal instincts, Carl remained acutely aware of Jeanne's needs and desires. He could sense the pleasure building within her, the fire of passion burning bright in her eyes as she surrendered herself to him completely.
With a low growl of satisfaction, Carl released his hold on Jeanne's neck, his lips lingering against her skin for a moment longer before pulling away. He could see the flush of arousal staining her cheeks, the hunger in her eyes mirroring his own.
"Are you alright, my dear?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle as he brushed a strand of golden hair away from her face.
Jeanne nodded, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she struggled to regain her composure. She could notice how Carl countenance became rejuvenated, his previous 'tired' eyes vanishing before her eyes.
"Yes, Carl," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I'm more than alright. I've never felt more alive."
He held her close, his embrace a comforting anchor in the midst of her ecstasy. And as the last traces of her blood flowed into his hungry mouth, she surrendered herself completely to his darkness.
With the hotness of passion and blood lingering in the air, with desire at its highest, Carl with a deft hand, removed his boxer briefs, his erection springing free from its fabric confines.
He positioned himself between her thighs, his hands gripping her hips as he guided himself towards her entrance.
She moaned in anticipation, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire.
"Fuck, you're so wet. Someone sure enjoyed getting bitten." he growled, his voice reverberating through the room.
"All for you," she whimpered, her hips arching up to meet him.
With a single thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, causing her to cry out in pleasure. His hips pistoned in a fervent rhythm, each thrust deeper and harder than the last.
"Yes, Carl," she panted, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he pounded into her.
The sound of their bodies slapping against each other filled the room, mingling with the primal grunts and groans coming from both of them. The endurance of a vampire was on full display now that he got rejuvenated by the Blood Exchange.
With his pistoning at high-rate, Carl's grip on her hips tightened, pulling her closer as he drove his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt inside her. The position allowed him to penetrate deeper than he ever had before, causing Jeanne's toes to curl in ecstasy.
Their movements became more erratic, their thrusts deeper and faster as they both hurtled towards their release.
Carl's fingers found Jeanne's clit once more, teasing the swollen nub with his thumb.
"Goddammit, Carl!" Jeanne screamed as a powerful orgasm coursed through her. Her nails dug into his back as she writhed and shuddered beneath him, her inner walls clenching around his cock in spasms of pure pleasure.
The sight of her climax sent Carl over the edge. With a deep, guttural groan, he buried himself inside her one last time and came hard.
His release triggered another orgasm within Jeanne, and the pair of them trembled as they collapsed onto the plush seating of the suite's living area.
Carl's breathing was heavy, and he remained buried within Jeanne as they rode out the aftershocks of their pleasure. Her legs wrapped around his waist, holding him close as she traced her fingertips up and down his back.
"Holy fuck," Carl murmured, his voice still hoarse from the intensity of their lovemaking.
The room was filled with the heavy scent of their passion, a heady mix of sweat and sex.
With a contented sigh, Carl leaned down to press a gentle kiss against Jeanne's lips, savoring the taste of her on his tongue. She responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled him closer.
"You're amazing, Carl," she whispered, her voice filled with adoration.
He smiled against her lips, "And you, my dear, are absolutely intoxicating," he replied, his voice husky with desire.
The euphoria of their first sex session still coursing through their veins, Carl and Jeanne remained locked in a passionate embrace, their bodies intertwined in the aftermath of their lovemaking. As they rode out the aftershocks of their pleasure, Carl's couldn't help but get this impulse from his primal instincts.
An instinct fueled by the intoxicating scent of Jeanne's blood, and knowing that it wouldn't bring her harm, Carl shifted his position, his lips drawn irresistibly to the delicate curve of Jeanne's neck.
"Just a little nibble, my love."
He paused for a moment, his breath hot against her skin as he savored the anticipation of what was to come. Jeanne's pulse quickened beneath his touch, her body responding instinctively to his primal desire.
With a low growl of hunger, Carl pressed his lips to Jeanne's neck, his fangs grazing her skin with a tantalizing touch. Jeanne gasped in pleasure, her fingers tangling in his hair as she surrendered herself to his dark desires.
As his fangs pierced her skin, a surge of ecstasy flooded Jeanne's senses, mingling with the lingering waves of pleasure from their earlier climax. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced, a heady mix of pleasure and pain that left her breathless with desire.
"Oh, you greedy bat," she teased, her voice breathless with desire as she felt the warmth of his mouth against her skin. "Can't get enough, can you?"
Her playful banter was met with a low chuckle from Carl, his lips vibrating against her neck as he drank deeply. The sensation sent shivers down her spine, each pull of his mouth drawing her deeper into a whirlwind of ecstasy.
With a satisfied sigh, Carl released his hold on Jeanne's neck, his lips lingering against her skin for a moment longer before pulling away. Jeanne couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment at the loss of his touch, but she knew that their night was far from over.
"Greedy bat indeed," Carl chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he leaned back to meet her gaze. "But you taste so damn good, I can't help myself."
Jeanne grinned, her cheeks flushed with excitement as she reached up to run her fingers through his tousled hair. "Well, lucky for you, I'm more than willing to indulge your cravings," she replied, her voice laced with playful amusement.
As their bodies entwined once more in a fervent embrace, Jeanne felt a surge of desire coursing through her veins. The taste of her blood still lingered on Carl's lips, igniting a fire within her that burned hotter with each passing moment.
With a hunger that bordered on desperation, Carl pressed his lips to Jeanne's once more, his hands roaming her body, while Jeanne responded eagerly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, craving the feel of his skin against hers.
Their following sex sessions for the night were a whirlwind of passion, each touch and caress sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through their bodies. Jeanne felt all of Carl's attention and validation, reveling in the knowledge that she was the one who brought him such pleasure.
In a way, she felt great that this mysterious Vampire was giving her his attention. Her lingering worries about him only treating her akin to a cattle dispersed as he made love to her.
For this she was determined not to be a passive and instead, she also participated in pleasuring Carl by offering him foreplay that she would have never considered doing on her ex-fiance. As they moved together in a frenzy of desire, Jeanne took control, guiding Carl's movements with a confidence that surprised even herself.
'He's also mine.'
She showed her affection in every touch, every kiss, every whispered word of encouragement.
And Carl was a willing participant, surrendering himself completely to the pleasure she offered. He reveled in her touch, her passion driving him to new heights of ecstasy with each passing moment.
After long hours of passionate lovemaking, their bodies slick with sweat and their hearts racing with desire, they reached the pinnacle of their pleasure together. With a deep, guttural groan, Carl climaxed deep inside of her, his release triggering a powerful orgasm within Jeanne that left her trembling with pleasure.
With a shuddering breath, Jeanne squirted in ecstasy, her release mingling with Carl's as they collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and passion.
'Being a Vampire sure is scary… Now that I'm closer to full Blood Energy, I've lasted even more in bed. Praise be the Blood God.'
'The amount of mana from Jeanne is also noticeable. Smaller in comparison to when I first drank her blood, but it doesn't change that I could notice the small difference.'
'Heh, I feel she could give a run to those Succubuses' money. She's so thirsty for a good fucking.'
Relatively spent tonight, Carl with his own thoughts about his situation, it could be said that Jeanne too had her contemplation, but for different reasons. As they lay there, spent and sated, Jeanne couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over her.
Laying in Carl's embrace, basking in the warmth of their shared passion, her mind swirled with a myriad of thoughts and emotions.
'Being with Carl is exhilarating, but also a bit frightening. He is unpredictable. This brings an edge to our intimacy that I can't deny excites me.'
Touching her stomach with her freed arm, while she felt her crotch warm and at the same time damp from the cum still inside of her. A slight breath of relief passed out, which made Carl chuckle a bit, but she pondered a bit on the situation.
'Thank goodness I took my pill earlier,' she mused silently, a wry smile tugging at the corners of her lips. 'With how passionately Carl and I made love tonight, the last thing I need is an unexpected surprise.'
She couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at her foresight, knowing that she had taken the necessary precautions to avoid any potential complications. In the throes of their passion, it was easy to forget about such mundane concerns, but now, as they lay together in the aftermath, Jeanne was thankful for her decision.
She nestled closer to Carl, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest against her own. In that moment, she was filled with a sense of contentment, knowing that they had shared something truly special together
Still, her mind couldn't help but wander to the countless times he had bitten her neck in the throes of their passion.
'Could I become a vampire?' the thought lingered in her mind, a flicker of uncertainty dancing in the depths of her thoughts. 'After being bitten so many times, is it possible that his vampiric essence could somehow change me? Or am I just influenced by the novels and dramas I've watched in the past?'
She pondered the implications of such a transformation, feeling a bit of apprehension at the idea.
On one hand, the thought of gaining immortality and otherworldly powers was undeniably alluring. But on the other hand, she couldn't help but wonder what it would mean for her human life, her career, her relationships. It was for sure that her family would be devastated to learn that she got turned into a Vampire by her lover.
'What would becoming a vampire mean for my future?' she questioned, her thoughts swirling with uncertainty. 'Would I still be able to live a normal life, or would I be suffering like Carl from Bloodthirst? Unlike him who seems to control those impulses quite well, I might become something akin to a wild beast.'
As Jeanne's thoughts spiraled into a chaotic torrent, Carl sensed her unease by reading her heartbeat. With a gentle flick of his finger against her forehead, he broke through the fog of her thoughts and brought her back to the present moment.
"Hey, none of that now," he murmured softly, his voice laced with reassurance. "You're overthinking things again, my dear. It's a waste of time to fret about what's out of your control."
His touch was gentle, his gaze filled with understanding as he looked into her eyes. In that moment, Jeanne felt a wave of calm wash over her, the tension in her body melting away under his comforting presence.
"You're here with me, in this moment," Carl continued, his voice soothing and steady. "And that's all that matters. Whatever the future holds, we'll face it together."
His words were like a balm to her troubled mind, easing her worries and fears with their simple truth. In Carl's embrace, Jeanne felt safe and secure, knowing that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would overcome them together.
With a grateful smile, she leaned in to press a tender kiss against his lips, silently thanking him for his unwavering support. In that moment, all of her fears and uncertainties faded into the background, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment.
Such that they lay together in the afterglow of their lovemaking, all thoughts of the outside world faded away. There were only the two of them, bound together. and in that moment, they were complete.