A/N: This is one I'm doing because an ungodly amount of people really wanted this to happen. So, here it is.

The highly anticipated sex scene that was absent from Chapter 30 of Sinful Savior.

Yeah… not gonna lie, I'm still not entirely sure I want to post this, because I actually prefer plot with my literary porn.

Nonetheless, I finally decided to go ahead. After all, I've written far darker subject matter, and since I now have somewhere to post all the ideas that don't always make it into the stories, why not?

Though, there are a small bits of moments in there I honestly only included because I wanted to write some Carmilla/John moments. Sue me.

So yeah, be warned. If you ain't looking to read what's mostly just straight porn, this story isn't for you.

With that said, on with the story.

When John Gallagher had busted her front gate and strolled into her home, there were a myriad of ways Carmilla could've expected the encounter to go.

Not a single one of them had been a sexual encounter.

After an argument.

An argument that definitely went way farther than just a sexual tension argument.

And yet, here she was, in the arms of the behemoth whom had managed to simultaneously be her greatest fear and her biggest irritation.

And he was ravenous.

At the moment, his mouth currently occupied her own, and the ballerina found herself embroiled in a difficult battle against a much softer tongue than she'd expected.

And Carmilla could feel for herself that the numerous gashes weren't actually wet, if the solid warmth of the behemoth's large arms were any indication. Her feet could barely even touch each other, thought it was just enough for her to slip off her metal shoes with ease.

A metallic clang rang out as they hit the floor, which went promptly ignored by both lovers.

It was only when Carmilla felt she was close to winning their current kiss that the behemoth finally pulled his head away.

And Carmilla Carmine couldn't help it, she pouted.

"I was close to winning."

"That's cute." John muttered with a chuckle, before grinning. "Only options at the moment are the glass, the walls, and the floor. Take your pick."

There was a fire in the pit of her stomach, burning hotter and hotter with every moment that he stalled, and the Overlord didn't even try to hide her frown.

"Whichever. We're supposed to be having sex, not talking."

At that, John too frowned, his brow furrowing in visible annoyance. But a second later, his brow loosed with amusement as a grin took over his face.

"Alright…" He said, his voice much lower than Carmilla had honestly expected, a husky kind of tone to it.

And then the Overlord let a very dignified yelp escape her as she suddenly found herself falling, strong arms grabbing different parts of her as she felt herself spin around in the air. Until there was a sudden cold feeling against her face and breasts, her hands instinctively coming up to push against the glass.

And then there was a hand around her throat, jerking her up as rough fingers applied a small bit of pressure.

"If there's one thing I like during sex, it's getting my partner off." John's voice was mere inches from her ear, rumbling pleasantly through her skull like a massage. It sounded surprisingly soft, in contrast to the rough grip currently around her throat. "I love making 'em scream, making 'em squirt, nothing gets me off quicker than my partner coming undone. But… you're right."

A sudden firm hand smacking harshly into the woman's ass caused a hindered gasp to escape her throat as the grip around her neck tightened, cutting off precious airflow.

"We are supposed to be having sex. This is just an exchange after all. So I think I'll have a bit of fun in the first round." Each word was punctuated with another harsh slap, and Carmilla would have mixed feelings about the day that she actually moaned at being dominated.

"J-Just-hck!"

A quick squeeze quickly silenced any noises from her throat, and the feared Overlord actually found herself trembling as a soft gasp escaped her.

"Uh-uh. Shhhh…." There was something about the mix of smooth water and gravel that was John's voice. It was so unbelievably calming and soothing… and yet, there was an absolutely vicious edge to it.

She unexpectedly returned her oxygen as John's hand left her throat, causing her to instinctively suck in a deep breath as the behemoth currently having his fun crouched down, hands easily slipping under her skirt and quickly tugging down her leggings and panties.

The sudden hit of chilly air hit Carmilla abruptly, and she only had a second…

…before she was absolutely filled. By something wet, slimy, pleasant, and definitely not a dick.

"Aaahhhaahhhhh…." Neither demon was entirely sure what to call the noise that escaped the ballerina's lips, but Carmilla knew it was a noise of utter bliss as she was filled so suddenly and painlessly.

Despite having his tongue currently driven deep inside of her pussy, John still had the audacity to chuckle at the noise, before refocusing on his efforts.

The Overlord's legs trembled where they stood, and she was honestly struggling not to collapse in a heap on the floor as it felt like her body was turning to jelly.

She could feel his tongue, wriggling eagerly against her walls as it thrusted itself back and forth. The appendage touched in spots a tongue shouldn't be able to reach, and she couldn't help the way her eyes rolled back into her head in pleasure.

She actually felt her legs give out for a moment… before she felt a large pair of hands suddenly clamp down on her hips like a vice, dragging her back up into her prior position as she heard a small grunt and felt the slippery tongue withdrawing rapidly from her depths.

The woman could only pant, trying to recover from the sudden assault on her body just as it had ended, though she did perk up when she heard the sound of a zipper being undone along with one of the hands leaving her hips.

"Here we go, then." John rumbled, lust dripping from his tone as she felt already hardened length poking just barely spreading her entrance open.

And then he jerked his hips forward, and Carmilla felt his body-weight atop his back as his hand once again clenched around her throat, hindering the moan that escaped her.

He was big. There were no two ways about it. It felt like she had a log inside of her, stretching her pussy to its absolute limits as his bulbous head touched her womb.

She could feel his own hips, pushed harshly against her, and his breath was hot against her ear. The way his whole body shook against her back as a content sigh escaped him.

"Holy shit… you are awesome…"

There was a part of Carmilla that took some offense to the remark, considering the reason he was currently saying that in the first place. However, she didn't get a chance to properly address it properly as a strangled gasp was ripped from her throat as John slowly shifted his hips back.

And then he drove himself back into her with the force of a freight train.

From that point on, the usually composed Overlord found herself unraveling, lost in bliss as the thick rod of the man behind her hammered it's way deeper into her snatch.

"Gah! Ngh- aha! Mmm~!" The noises that left her throat were raspy gasps, the restricted airflow making it difficult to really keep up with all the sensations around her body.

All she knew was that it felt amazing.

She didn't want it to stop, she didn't want it to end! It had been a long time since Carmilla had a lover this big, and she wanted to cum like there's no tomorrow.

"H-...H-Harder~..." Despite her struggles to breath, she still managed to convey her lust as she craned her head back, looking up at John with desire in her eyes.

John seemed momentarily stunned, pausing to look at her in disbelief…

Before he smirked.

"As you wish."

The hand disappeared from her throat, causing Carmilla to once again slump back against the windows as she felt him refocus is grip on her hips.

And then her face and breasts were being pushed into the glass so hard that anyone else would think it cracked, but the Overlord was far too lost in pure bliss to notice.

John's hands squeezed her hips harshly, easily bending the skin and nearly tearing her skirt as he pistoned his cock into Carmilla with reckless abandon. Every time his rod filled her, her legs seized and her mind would go blank. Every time he withdrew, a moan or scream of pleasure would escape her.

John had certainly appeased her wish. Carmilla was positive there would be bruises on her hips from the way he was pulling her back onto him.

The Overlord could really only do that, stand there and moan as her lover fucked her so hard her legs twitched, and her only accompaniment was the grunts of pleasure from the behemoth currently embedded inside of her.

"Yeah, take it, bitch!" Any other lover would've had his tongue ripped out for such an insult.

Carmilla felt too good to fucking care.

Her knees began to bend inward as she felt a familiar sensation beginning to build, a pressure in her stomach that was wanting to blow.

The Overlord could hardly believe it. Her body began to seize up, geniuine whimpers escaping her as she tried to stave off her orgasm.

She refused to cum now. This soon? Carmilla Carmine still had a bit of pride in her, and she wouldn't lose it by coming undone so quickly… not to this massive, powerful brute-

Something penetrated her anus without warning, bringing her thoughts to halt as her brow shot skyward and her eyes flew wide in shock. It was wet, slimy, and it slid in with utter ease.

It didn't hurt.

No, the biggest shock was how good it felt.

And since it had broken her concentration…

"Aaaaaah~!" A shrill scream of euphoria escaped the demon as she came undone, her thighs clenching together as her legs began to twitch. Her walls clenched tightly around John's rod even as he continued to pump himself into her body.

A wave of dizziness hit the woman, and she instictively pushed away from the glass in an attempt to recover her bearings.

Only to gasp and then promptly moan as she felt both masses shift inside of her.

"Wha- what is- ah!" Carmilla could barely get a word out, trying hopelessly to figure out just what was currently embedded into her ass.

The hands left her hips so suddenly, and the Overlord struggled to process the sudden change from being pressed against the window and being pulled against John's torso. Her own oversized hands came up to wrap around the pack of John's head, pulling him down so that it was on her shoulder even as he hugged her almost possessively.

"My blood has a lot of uses." John whispered into her ear between rapid grunts.

Carmilla chose not to think about how morbid that actually sounded.

Not that she could've if she'd tried. The thick, pulsing log currently pistoning into her sensitive womanhood after a fresh orgasm made that rather difficult.

But John's thrusts were slowly growing a bit more frantic, and his grip around her tightened ever so slightly.

And then, with a pleasured gasp, he buried himself as deep into Carmilla as he could.

The Overlord went silent, a look of wide-eyed shock on her face as she felt both her pussy and ass get absolutely flooded. Warm, sticky semen sprayed into her, coating both her womb and he bowels.

And it didn't stop.

It was almost like a geyser, John pumped himself in quick, involuntary thrusts as his cock- or cocks, throbbed inside of her.

It began to leak out, and the woman found herself wondering if she was going to need to hire a cleaning crew for her office.

They stayed like that, panting as they recovered from the effects of their pleasure, John remaining buried inside of Carmilla as he hugged her closer.

The woman couldn't help the genuine laugh that escaped her as John began to nuzzle her neck like a cat.

"You just ravaged me like a tyrant, and now you're as tame as a cat." She pointed out, even as she let a head slide down from the back of his head to gently scratch his surprisingly stubby cheek.

"Not every woman can take more than one round with me." John pointed out, raising his head and looking at Carmilla with a surprisingly tender smile. "I don't want to actually hurt you."

Carmilla couldn't help the look of shock that crossed her face, she chose to try and ignore the sudden burning heat in her cheeks.

This guy was a big softie, wasn't he?

"You are surprisingly caring for me." Carmilla pointed out, averting her gaze as she attempted to regain her composure… for however long it lasted. "I was under the impression that this was a mere transaction?"

One which he'd fulfilled exceedingly well. It wasn't often that Carmilla could recall being the submissive one during sex and actually enjoying it. Honestly, she felt like she was cheating him, because that was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before.

"No one should ever feel true fear during sex." John answered, his expression suddenly hardening. "That's when you're at your most vulnerable, regardless of how confident you are."

Carmilla frowned at the words, once again just hearing hopeless optimism spew out of her mouth. However, her eyes slowly widened as a look of disbelief took over, realization setting in.

And then… she laughed.

She didn't care anymore, she didn't even attempt to hide it, she threw her head back and laughed to her heart's content.

Meanwhile, John simply raised an unamused eyebrow.

"What's so funny?"

"You are." Carmilla answered honestly as she returned her gaze to his own piercing blues, a genuine smile on her face. "Such a powerful sinner… a sinner… and yet… Bol'shoy priyatnyy medved…"

Watching John's eyes fly wide in surprise did serve to make her giggle once more… until he responded.

"Ty govorish' po-russki?"

Carmilla's eyes flew wide in complete disbelief at the perfect, fluent Russian that flowed from John's lips, and she found herself stammering in shock.

"D-Da! Konechno, ya delayu! Ty mozhesh'?!" The ballerina asked in complete surprise, not at all embarrassed at knowing he can understand every word.

"Vo-pervykh, ya ne ozhidal, chto latinoamerikanka budet znat' russkiy yazyk, tak chto ne vedite sebya tak, budto eto ochevidno." John retorted, raising an unamused eyebrow at the Overlord, before chuckling. "Vo-vtorykh, mne vsegda nravilos', kak zvuchit russkiy yazyk, poetomu, kogda ya poshel v opolcheniye... nu, chert voz'mi, pochemu by i net?"

Carmilla just stared at him for a moment, before shaking her head in amusement.

"Bueno, mi padre era ruso." Carmilla offered, and grinned at the stupified look that crossed John's face, before the behemoth laughed.

"Okay, I recognize Spanish, but I don't understand it." He joked as he uncurled himself from around her, his hands gently gripping her hips as Carmilla raised her own arms, while looking at him in confusion.

Only to gasp as he pulled his still very erect member free, and it was only now that the ballerina realized that both the rod in her rear and the semen that accompanied it had disappeared.

She couldn't help the bright red blush that crossed her gray features as she felt a significant amount of cum spill out with his withdraw.

"Also… what was that about me being a bol'shoy priyatnyy medved?" She could hear the teasing tone in his voice, and he ballerina immediately turned on her heel with a scowl, jerking a finger up at him, ready to tell him off…

Only to freeze as she laid eyes on his still erect member.

It stood straight at attention, clearly ready and eager for more, and Carmilla found herself stunned by it's sheer size.

It was as long as her forearm and as wide as an industrial pipe, and Carmilla was both fascinated and slightly concerned at how something that looked so heavy could stick up so straight.

"Wow… it hasn't even changed." Carmilla muttered to herself, causing John to chuckle.

"Told ya." He joked with a small chuckle.

The Overlord brought her hand back and began rubbing her fingers, actually biting her lip in thought.

It had felt so good.

And if he really had the energy to go for as long as he says… well, this was his reward.

Carmilla let a sultry smile take her face over as her blazing red eyes returned to meet the behemoth's gaze, and she never broke eye contact as she removed her pants the rest of the way, and tossed her skirt aside.

"This is your reward." Carmilla spoke, her voice lustful as she finished removing her shirt, before sliding it off and discarding it as well. "And if you have the energy… you are a very good lover."

John stared at her for a moment… before grinning.

"Oh, oh! Ah! Oh yes!"

He had a lot of energy, and Carmilla enjoyed every second he used it.

They had already gone another five rounds since that first one, and Carmilla was enjoying it far more than she'd expected.

He was so hard, and he had so much power and aggression that she often found herself completely at his mercy.

She enjoyed every second of it.

His cock drove into her depths with every thrust, spreading her open as he held her up against the wall.

Her hair had come down about three rounds ago, when John had decided to use her hair as an anchor as he took her on the middle of the floor.

He had completely overpowered her. His arms were firm, with only just enough give that there was no pain. Her knees were hooked atop his elbows, bouncing up and down every time he slammed himself in.

She'd also gotten acquainted with the blood penis a lot more, and she had to say that while it was amazing… well, it took up too much of his focus, in her opinion.

It felt good, but his pure excitement felt better.

Suddenly, his age made a lot more sense. The mindset of an adult man, but the development of a teenager.

And he was having all kinds of fun.

Carmilla let a gasp slip out between moans as John leaned his head down and took her nipple gently between his sharp teeth, the small tinge of pain dulled by the utter euphoria.

"Y-You're so e-eager…" Carmilla noted, a surprisingly soft smile overtaking her face as she hugged the behemoth closer, moaning as he penetrated her deep.

John glanced up for only a second, before closing his eyes and focusing on the nipple in his mouth without missing a single thrust.

Once again, it was growing too much, far too quick, and Carmilla could only thank the demon enhanced stamina death had gifted, because she would've been utterly broken by now if she were still alive.

Her legs squeezed around his arms, and the Overlord could only shake between the vigorous form of John and the wall behind her.

It was only seconds after spraying her fluids all over his cock that John finished as well, thrusting completely inside of her and once again emptying his balls deep inside of her.

Carmilla could only thank the hellborn contraceptive methods she had decided to invest in. With the knowledge that John was actually fertile, she wasn't looking to get pregnant any time soon.

"Yeah, suck it!"

Well, John's vocabulary was certainly colorful.

Nonetheless, Carmilla obeyed the pleasured plea, bobbing her head on his cock as deep as she could take him, while stroking his base even faster.

Watching the man writhe at her touch was definitely satisfying, though the Overlord silently cursed when she noticed that John's claws had dug into the wall.

That was gonna be expensive.

Nonetheless, Carmilla was too lost in her activities, gladly submitting to the man as she sat on her knees and sucked his cock like a typical curbside prostitute.

A hand came down and gripped the back of her head, and the Overlord went wide-eyed as John began to thrust himself into her mouth at a rapid pace.

She did get genuinely annoyed when John didn't warn of her his impending orgasm, but she still swallowed down as much as she could, ignoring the amounts of sperm that dribbled down her cheek and onto her chest.

"That's it, please me, boy."

Carmilla grinned even as her head fell back and moan escaped her. Nonetheless, John's oral skills were surprisingly capable, and she enjoyed returning his earlier favor with one of her own.

The behemoth sat on the ground, obediently pumping his tongue into her pussy and licky her clit at random intervals, while his hands clenched the woman's thighs at each side of his head.

She couldn't help the way she gyrated her hips, desperately searching for the relief she so desperately craved, and a blissful moan answered that as she came undone atop his face.

She did feel a little bit amused when she realized that much like he'd forced her to do, John had obediently drinken every drop of her fluids.

"Oh god!"

Carmilla couldn't even moan during this round, gasping too much in breathless pleasure as she lay upon the floor.

John sat atop her, his member currently occupied with thrusts in and out of her anus as the Overlord beneath him trembled.

His weight atop her wasn't as crushing as she'd have thought it would be, but it was erotic enough for the woman to whimper as an orgasm began to approach from the harsh assfucking she was being given.

Her hands dug into the fine white tiles as her face was squished against the marble floor, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she tried to simply remain coherent.

And then another gasp escaped her as her entire body seized up, her orgasm washing over her in waves as she instinctively clenched around the invading member.

"Oh fuck, I love your ass when you cum." John managed to get out between his own panting, before letting a loud gravely groan of pleasure escape him as he once again buried himself deep inside of her, flooding her bowels in sperm.

After they sat there, Carmilla realized that John was still hard.

Carmilla lay on the ground, her legs splayed open and bouncing in the air as the large behemoth atop her slammed his hips forward with vigor, fucking her into the ground as reached her womb with every thrust.

Her hands lay sprawled on the floor, instinctively clenching and gripping at the marble as the Overlord quite literally mewled in pleasure, her legs beginning to shake as yet another orgasm approached her.

And right when she was about to cum…

He stopped.

Suddenly, all sexual energy seemed gone from John's form as he abruptly went tense, completely alert as his head snapped towards the door in surprise.

"What's wro- oh!" Carmilla was interrupted by John suddenly jumping to his feet, gently but quickly pulling her to her own as well before frantically scrambling towards his discarded clothes.

"Your kids are coming, get dressed!" John snapped, causing Carmilla's eyes to go wide.

She'd forgotten to lift the lockdown and warn the two not to enter her office…

With uncharacteristic desperation, the Overlord immediately scrambled to find her own discarded clothes as well, immediately redressing as quick as she could as John did the same.

"They just got off the elevator." John informed as he made her way towards the door, glancing at Carmilla and watching as she finished re-buttoning her shirt.

"I'll handle it, just follow me." Carmilla assured as she made her own way towards the door, causally pushing the door open and gesturing for John to follow.

The behemoth eventually did just that, and Carmilla led him out to the meeting room.

As they walked, Carmilla felt herself beginning to dread the following interaction, as she felt some of John's leftover sperm beginning to leak from her womanhood.

When they turned the corner, both her daughters came to a dead stop, eyes going wide when they spotted John behind their mother.

"Clara, Odette, I apologize for not informing you that the lockdown was over." She maintained her composure, putting on her business face, because there was no way she was going to give her children a hint as to what she was doing.

"Um… why's your hair down?"

… fuck.

"That doesn't matter." Carmilla replied shortly, the glare she leveled leaving no room for argument as both girls quickly nodded their heads in agreement. "You are not to enter my office or my bedroom for the next few hours." If you can't hide it, be blunt.

"Yes, mum." Both girls answered, and Carmilla nodded her head, satisfied with the answer.

"Good." However, before she could turn and leave…

"Um… what's on your pants, mom?" At that, Carmilla's eyes widened, before she glanced down at her leggings.

On the insides of her legs, John's semed had created visible wetspots on the outside, and it was still flowing down…

"Tea." Carmilla answered with a small shrug, before turning her gaze to John… and smiling. "Are you coming?"

"Uh…" John stood, looking between the woman and the younger demons currently eyeing him warily, before shrugging. "Yep."

She wasn't going to even try and interact with Clara and Odette anymore. At least, not today. As much as she loved her children, they could all agree that would be extremely awkward.

When they'd finally made it to her bedroom, Carmilla had barely shut the door behind them before she'd suddenly found herself lifted off her feet and carried bridal style by a pair of now familiar strong arms.

"I'm glad they didn't question the bulge in my pants." John joked as he rested Carmilla on the bed, watching as the woman immediately began removing her shirt. "Now who's excited?"

"We were interrupted." Carmilla answered, unamused as she quickly and efficiently disrobed in front of John, before sitting upon her knees atop the bed, staring at him with an impatient expression.

The behemoth simply chuckled, but began removing his own clothing as well.

It was astounding how easily John could take control of her body.

But Carmilla was more astounded by how good it felt.

He was relentless, unforgiving, and yet his very touch was so gentle and tender that the Overlord found it easy to forget that she was in the arms of a casual lover and not a significant partner.

One hand gripped her wrists together with ease, holding them tight as he tugged her hair back with the other, all the while slamming his cock inside of her with such an eagerness that Carmilla absolutely adored.

"Yes, that's it! Jódeme gran bastardo!"

"Spanish in bed should not be that hot!" John half shouted as he too struggled not to lose himself.

Carmilla simply giggled, even as she was dominated entirely in every aspect.

There was something odd about the feeling of his skin upon her own. It was rough, of course, but it melded like any other demon's skin, despite feeling as stiff as a board.

Nonetheless, she once again filed that thought away for later, and chose to focus on her current lover at the moment.

At least, as best as she could with him fucking her like a prisoner.

Yet another orgasm washed over her, and all the Overlord could do was spasm and twitch around the massive girth within her as he continued pounding her without a moment's hesitation.

By now, it was another few orgasms before John had finished, and he chose this time to pull himself free from her depths, spraying her back with a large amount of semen.

Only then did he release her hands, allowing the ballerina to flop forward onto the bed, struggling to hold herself up on her shaking limbs.

Maybe… maybe it was time to stop…

That thought process was interrupted when she found herself being rolled onto her back, and she chose to ignore the feeling of cum smearing across her back and staining the sheets as she looked up at him.

He was panting, which made sense considering they'd been at this for hours… and yet, he still didn't look anything close to exhausted. Even still his cock stood at full mast, ready for what had to have been the hundredth round.

And despite her better judgment…

Carmilla reached down, gripped the appendage, lined it up, and closed her legs around John's hips, all in one fluid motion.

The feeling of his pole inside of her so soon after another mind-shattering orgasm had the effect she was looking for, as she once again let a moan of bliss escape her.

John too let a sound of pleasure escape him at the unexpected move, and his gaze was filled with arousal as his jaw hung open, an aroused rumble escaping him.

"Alright then…" It was almost beastly, the way that this behemoth could go from seemingly calm to a complete animal. No sooner than the words left his mouth did his hands find purchase on Carmilla's hips, and he once again began thrusting himself at a rapid pace.

All Carmilla could focus on was the massive member within her plunging in and out of her sensitive core, giving her no respite as the behemoth atop her began to ravage her like the beast he was.

The only thing she could do… was moan.

She could barely feel her legs anymore, and she'd hadn't been able to properly lead for the last hour, but she wanted John to take her to her limits.

After all, if she's been fucking him this long…

The familiar sensation of John's thick meat poking into her cervix once again cut her thoughts short, her mind going blank as she found herself unable to do anything other than lie there and receive her pleasure.

Her legs shook, her arms splayed out and helplessly gripping the sheets below as John slammed his cock into her snatch to his heart's content. Her breasts bounced in tandem with his thrusts, jolting her body upwards and down into the bed at the same time, and her moans echoed through the room.

There were no words spoken, only loud moans that branched into screams and grunts that bordered on growling as Carmilla felt herself already approaching another orgasm.

Moments later, she howled in complete and utter euphoria as she once again tightened around John's thrusting rod, spraying her juices on him and coming undone once more.

As usual, John continued to hammer her pussy through her orgasm, his hard length running against her sensitive walls and causing the Overlord to twitch and gasp as the overstimulation finally became too much for her to handle.

"I-I c-can't- n-no mo-more!" It wasn't even a full sentence, and Carmilla could only hope that her message reached her partner's ears. There was always a point where overstimulation turned pleasure into pain.

As if triggered by her words, Carmilla could only gasp at the behemoth suddenly slumped down atop her, hugging her body to himself in yet another possessive hug as he once again pulsed inside of her, filling her to the very brim with yet another load of cum, all the while shaking and growling as his thrusts became involuntary.

Once he was finished, the two of them sat there for a moment, panting, before John rolled himself off the woman and plopped down next to her on the bed.

"Fuck… how long were we at it?" John muttered to himself, sitting himself up in the bed as he glanced over at his exhausted, panting lover. For her part, Carmilla only had the energy to grab her cover and pull it atop herself.

Without anymore physical activity, she suddenly felt cold.

"I don't… know…" Carmilla admitted between pants, because they'd kind of lost track once they'd moved to the bedroom, and they'd been in the office for a solid half-hour.

"You alright?" John asked, causing the Overlord to slowly turn her head to him.

"You are… by far… the most… diverse… lover I've ever had…"

The final round had proven Carmilla correct in many regards. She was sore, and she would definitely be walking funny for a few days after hours of sex.

But… it had been enjoyable nonetheless. She didn't regret a single second.

Carmilla sat, once again panting as John just barely held himself aloft above her exhausted form, still embedded deep inside of her.

And even as she felt the now familiar substance beginning to trickle out past his cock… she noticed an unusually vulnerable look on his face.

And despite everything they'd been through long before this series of romps… Carmilla opened her heart ever so slightly.

"Why do you suddenly look so… saddened?" Carmilla asked, bringing a hand up and resting it upon his cheek as she gently turned his head to face her properly. "What's wrong?"

"It's been a long time since I've had a romp like this…" John admitted, his voice a low rumble as he let the woman pull him down into a hug. "And it… reminded me of some things."

Carmilla didn't know what those things were, and as it stood, it was none of her business.

However, the Overlord did allow a small smile to take her features over.

"Well, in these moments… I'm always willing to be an ear."

John's expression twisted into a small smile, and he raised his gaze to meet the Overlord's eyes with a look of genuine gratitude on his face. "You ain't so bad…"

Carmilla found her smile softening even more in response, a rare tenderness she usually reserved only for his children becoming apparent.

"Ty takoy myagkiy…" She whispered her response, earning a chuckle of amusement from the behemoth.

"Oh, I'm a softie?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at the Overlord's now amused face. "Speaking of… do you care if I ask how you know Russian?"

"My mother was a Russian assassin." Carmilla admitted as a small puff of amusement escaped her. "In fact, she's the reason I first got into weapons dealing. My father was a Mexican drug lord."

"That… explains a lot, actually." John admitted, a small chuckle escaping him.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.

Once the behemoth was gone, Carmilla settled herself into bed, ready to get some rest of the events of the past few hours.

One thing was for sure, she'd be seeing a lot more of John Gallagher in the future.

And maybe… maybe that's a good thing.