Roanapur Nights

A RosarioVampire and Black Lagoon Crossover

Chapter 23

Cassandra stretched as she awoke. Over her short lifetime she had done various things, and she was by no means a virgin. She had trysts a time or two, but it had never been with anyone that she specifically cared for. It had been mainly to just feel something. For her it was merely experiencing the act. She wanted to fully give herself, but that was reserved for the one that she truly chose, or for the one that her mother chose for her.

Last night she had chosen. The pleasant ache told her that it had been a night of wondrous delights. Fang Fang had taken her to the very brink of ecstasy, and she found herself happy. She considered the fact that she wanted to be with him. Telling her mother this might not be the best idea, and she understood that. There was every chance that her mother would be uncertain of her choice. She had chosen someone that was not a vampire. Not that it was a bad thing.

Tsukune had not been a vampire to begin with, and he had become a powerhouse. Rock was her brother thanks to her mother's blood, and Roxanne was her niece for the same reason. There was little doubt in her mind that Fang Fang could become a vampire as well. She could see him becoming strong, his power rising to new heights, but the problem was that while that could happen, and she believed it would happen, it did not change what was to come. Eventually she would have to attempt to bring Tsukune into her marriage bed. She would not do so while married, so she would have to separate.

She felt her heart break at that thought. She felt connected to Fang Fang. She could see their partnership lasting far longer than a mere hundred years, and yet if something was to start it would have a limit. She would have to eventually stop it, and allow it to die. She felt the arm of Fang Fang, and for a moment she was merely a woman. Not the calculating vampire that was here on a mission, but a woman that was falling in love.

She felt him pull her against him, and she did not hesitate. She scooted closer, feeling the way he molded against her. She breathed in his intoxicating scent, and she questioned why she had strayed away from this feeling. And again she felt guilt that it would not last. She had to honor her mother, she had to follow her commands, and that meant that she had no other choice. She would have to end things with Fang Fang and seduce Tsukune. The problem was that she felt that it would never feel right. She was feeling a connection with Fang Fang.

"Something bothering you?"

She wanted to remain quiet. She wanted to keep from saying a word. Not because he didn't deserve it, but because she understood her place. She was her mother's daughter. She could speak up, but it wouldn't change things. Finally after a moment she breathed out, "My mother, she has designs for me," she said after a moment, "She wishes me to bring Tsukune into our family, but only after his self appointed isolation. She is more than willing to grant him his time alone."

She remained quiet for a moment, "She has commanded me to do this, and I feel conflicted. I would never disobey her," she said the words coming faster than before, "I would never disobey, because I respect and love her, but I cannot help but feel something here. I like you. I like how you make me feel, I like this, I like us, and I feel that it is changing."

She felt the comforting arm and hand, "You feel love, don't you?"

She nodded, "I do, I feel the beginnings of love, of connection, and I don't want it to end. I dare not disappoint my mother, I love her, but I feel something that I truly want for myself here. Am I wrong for wanting this? Am I not supposed to have this?"

He kissed the back of her head, "We can never know what tomorrow will bring," he said as she was held by him, "We can only know that each day may be our last. It is up to us how we live that day. Do we exist simply as an extension of those that we love, or do we live for ourselves? The question is difficult, and yet it is so present that it should never be away from one's own mind. Tell me, what is that you want?"

She breathed out, "To stay here," she said after a moment, "To remain in this city, with you, to learn more about us, to see where this will go, and to see if we can be something more. That is what I want."

The answer was so normal, so casual, and it felt so right. Was she in love with Fang Fang? She wasn't sure, but there was no doubt that she felt something between them. She felt what could be the beginning of love, and she desperately wanted to see where it would lead. She had little doubt that it could end up being something beautiful. Her mother would demand that any children from them came only after he was converted.

Of course changing him into a vampire would be a simple matter, but it would only take if he was meant for it to take. Most didn't realize exactly how dangerous it was to receive vampire blood to the degree that it took for one to become one. Taking enough blood to change someone came with a terrible chance of becoming a ghoul. If one became a ghoul then there was nothing else to be done other than have them executed. It was terrible, and barbaric, but often it was the cost of things.

For Tsukune to become a vampire instead of a ghoul was a testament to his bloodline before becoming a vampire. It was a testament to the good genetics he had, and of course it was more than enough reason to pursue him as a potential mate. Still, Cassandra was young enough to understand that there were other things than simply taking a mate. There was such a thing as love, and she wanted to fully explore it.

She saw the hopeful look in Fang Fang's eyes, the way he studied her, and she realized that it wasn't perhaps the beginning of love. No, it was the beginning of it. She felt the first few embers that would spark the love they would have for one another. She was not one that believed that things would work out merely because she wished for them to. No, the world was not that kind. She understood that all things, including love, had to be worked at. There was evidence of that between her brother and his wife.

Rock showed how much he worked at the love between him and Rebecca every single day. He showed that love constantly and there was no doubt in her mind that it was reflected back to him. That she worked at it as well. She had seen her sister by marriage, and perhaps later sister by vampiric blood, show so much restraint when it came to doing things that might weigh heavily on Rock's mind. She kept herself from completely losing it, and in return he remained the thing she needed the most.

Perhaps that was what Fang Fant was to her. He was a shield of sorts, and if that was the case then she would be the sickle that struck out for him. She would be the weapon that helped to move things out of the way, and she would ensure that all of heaven and Earth knelt down. She would ensure that would happen, and she would work hard to be. Of course that was if she got to remain.

"Do you want me to reach out to your mother," he asked, his voice gentle, "I don't mind making the proposal, and perhaps she would see it as a chance to create an alliance with another house."

She smiled softly, "I should be the one," she replied after a moment, "Mother would respect the fact that you have reached out for me, and she would respect that you are suggesting an alliance, but she would be disappointed that I did not make the introductions. Everything that happens in our house has to be done a certain way. It is establishing the rule, and it establishes the certainty of all things."

She finally could not stop herself, and she kissed him, the kiss was deep, beautiful, perfect, and she allowed herself to feel the wonderful present that he was. The warm love that flowed from him, and how openly he was willing to give it. She could feel the way his blood pulsed through his entire body, the way he seemed so enticed and enraptured with her. His body sung the song of want and need. She gently pushed him, making him lay back, and she slowly straddled him.

While she had had a few trysts, they had been far and few between. She was not as experienced as she could have been, and she certainly understood the sore feeling that was located where he was entering her. She ignored it, allowing the glorious feeling to once again enter her. She needed this, badly, and she needed him. She wanted to feel the love that was beginning, and she wanted to deepen it.

"Stay with me," he said, his voice soft, "Stay here, with me, please."

She nodded, not trusting her voice, she couldn't deny him, not now. She had done the one thing that she hadn't purposefully looked at. She had found love, and it was the one thing that dared to make her want to disobey her mother. It made her feel more alive, more free, and she rode that feeling as she rode him. She began to pick up the pace, his hands moved up her, finding her breasts, things she felt were so much less than her sisters, her mother, and she felt him cup them.

She felt those hands move to her hips, and then she felt him lean forward. She grabbed him, pulled him close, and kissed him deeply. He was perfect, and she could not let this go. There was absolutely no way that she could ignore this. She found her pace quickening, and she had to remind herself to not go so hard that she could hurt him. Her body was that of a predator. Sleek, purposeful, and powerful were her attributes, and in this moment she had to maintain control of them.

Perhaps later, when she learned him far better, things would be different, but for now she had to remind herself that somethings had to be done in a special way. She had to ensure that those things were done so that he could enjoy himself without injury. As Cassandra explored and enjoyed Fang Fang something similar was happening between Kurumu and Tsukune. The Succubus was currently enjoying feeling Tsukune inside of her. Her hands pressed against the glass of the apartment they were in, and her breath was coming in short pants. There was little doubt in her mind that her Tsukune was giving her all that she had ever wanted.

She would have been happy being the other woman. It wouldn't have been everything she wanted, but she would have accepted that. Moka could have still married him, and she would only have been there to enjoy Tsukune when he was available. Instead Moka had been greedy, unwilling to share, and in doing so it had caused a rift. One that Tsukune had repaired. She was so grateful that she could live on the Witches' Knoll, and she was beyond happy that Ling Ling had allowed her to come here. Here she could enjoy shopping, seeing the area, and even eating with friends without too much worry.

Oh, she had been warned about the city itself, and she certainly understood the reason for the warning. She felt it. The city was a predator, a powerful one, practically a monster in its own right, and it seemed to feed on the misery and frailty of those that lived in it. Still, at that moment it didn't matter. Tsukune was marking her as his, and she was enjoying the wonderful feeling of him taking her.

"Please," she said, her voice a breathy whimper, "Please take me."

The pleas sounded as if they were barely there. She had lost count of her orgasms, and currently she was drifting between the here and now and the cosmos itself. Part of her wondered if this would be how she died. Would she be litterally fucked to death? Could a succubus be fucked to death? The thought almost made her smile. The idea that one of her kind could be ridden so hard that they would slip into oblivion.

She felt his hands, his wonderfully strong and soft hands, move from her hips, grabbing her breasts, pulling her up and she lost it. Once again the signal of her love flowed from her, and she let out a hoarse cry. She felt him plunge deep into her once more, and he filled her so completely. She felt him stay there for a few blessed moments. The throbbing telling her that her womb was receiving every ounce he could spare. She desired it so badly. For a moment there was the sense of her milking him, and then slowly he slipped from her. She nearly fell, her body so tired, and yet he kept her from falling. She felt him gently lift her, and there was no denying that she was putty in his masterful hands.

Neither of them knew of the one that was monitoring everything that was happening. She was outside. Her hands balled into fists. Tears slowly streaked down her face. How could she have done this to him? She felt it now, she felt the misery building harder and deeper. It had taken her begging Ling Ling to allow her to come and visit him. She had explained that she needed to see him, even if for a few moments, and to tell him how sorry she was for everything she'd done.

Ling Ling had finally given her the okay to travel to his floor, to go to his apartment, to wait for him to invite her in. Instead what she heard was Kurumu getting bred by her Tsukune. She heard one of her oldest friends getting what had to be the single greatest dicking of her life, and there was nothing she could do about it. Was this how Tsukune had felt? Did he feel so lost when he heard her? No wonder he wanted to kill Gin. She understood now, and she hated herself all over again.

"It could be a while," came a voice, and she turned to see Ling Ling nearing the apartment, "Kurumu has the second best endurance of all of us. She tends to last far longer."

Moka looked toward her hostess, "Please," she said whimpering, "Please don't tell me. I can't take it. I can't imagine it, please."

There was a quiet moment, "Moka, at what time did you take his need to not hear you into account?"

She was quiet, "I see," she said as she looked ahead, "Moka, my Tsukune is one that needs to heal, and we are doing that. Slowly he is learning he can trust us, but you broke him. I didn't know what was going on when I allowed you up here, and yet it seems that karma has decided to give you a small taste of what you had dished out. Tell me, now that you are on this side, was your choice the right one?"

Moka looked at her, her face flush with agony and anger, "No!" she shouted, her eyes closing, "If I had it to do over again I'd never have done this. I'd stayed true to him, and I would have done all I could to keep from breaking his heart. This is worse than hell, it's worse than the thought of losing him, and I hate that I put him through this."

There was a nod, "And tell me, if you could magically undo it all, would you?"

She nodded, "I'd give anything to take it all back," she said, her voice strained, "I'd make sure that our children were brought up around his parents, I'd never stray, and I'd never give him a reason to go looking for anyone else."

Ling Ling studied her, "And yet there is no magic that can do that. You are simply stuck with your decision. I do not envy you."

Moka looked at the floor, and she heard the sounds finally stop. Kurumu was done, and she wanted to be sick. She wanted to throw up. How could she have allowed this? How could she have done this? She wanted to run screaming, but a small part of her demanded that she remain where she was. She needed to talk to Tsukune.