Chapter 42 - A Vampire Who Is Also A Succubus [1] (R18)
Ysvéra’s mouth felt cold against mine.
The soft kiss lasted only a heartbeat before it turned hungry.
She pressed closer, her lips parting and tongue slipping past my own with a slow, deliberate sweep that tasted sweet.
I stopped hesitating.
My hands found her waist and pulled her against me, my fingers digging into the soft flesh just above her hips as our tongues tangled.
Smooch~
Saliva mixed between us–warm from me, cold from her, and messy.
I turned us both in one motion and pinned her down onto the bed, her hair spreading across the sheets.
The oversized t-shirt she wore rode up her thighs.
I was only in a pair of shorts.
She wore nothing underneath that single piece of fabric.
"You really weren’t wearing anything under this?" I asked, voice already rough.
"Don’t tear it," she warned, though her purple eyes were already half-lidded.
"But I paid for it you know?" I murmured, and slid both hands beneath the lower hem.
I didn’t rush.
My palms traveled slowly up the cool skin of her outer thighs, over the slight curve of her hips, until my fingers brushed the soft outer folds of her pussy.
A faint, intricate mark glowed just above it, and she was already dripping wet.
I left it alone for now.
Instead I leaned down and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her navel.
Her stomach twitched.
I kissed higher, letting the fabric bunch around my wrists until two full, pale mounds filled my vision.
Ysvéra’s body was cold; her breasts were no different–soft, heavy, the skin cool enough that my warmer palms left faint pink marks where I squeezed them.
I took one stiff nipple between my teeth and teased the other with slow circles of my thumb.
"Ngh~"
The quiet sound she made sent every drop of blood rushing straight to my cock.
Was this magic?
I had a mischievous thought, or maybe it was the influence of her blood still circulating in me.
I sealed my mouth over the left breast and sucked hard.
Puu!
The cold flesh yielded like a firm marshmallow.
My canines lengthened on instinct.
I bit down just enough to break the skin and drank from there.
"Anngh~❤︎" Ysvéra moaned.
Pleasure slammed through me the moment her blood hit my tongue.
Ysvéra’s back arched hard.
Her thighs clamped around one of my legs and I felt a sudden gush of wetness soak through the front of my shorts as she came from nothing more than my mouth on her breast and the pull of my teeth.
Her fingers, which had been tangled tightly in my hair, loosened.
Then they slid down, found the waistband of my shorts, and simply tore the fabric apart with one sharp yank.
I lifted my head.
Our faces were inches apart.
My cock, now free and throbbing, rested heavily against the slick heat of her pussy and the soft plane of her lower belly.
Her cheeks were flushed, eyes glassy, and a faint sheen of tears at their corners.
"You bastard... Hnng...! Why did you suddenly bite me there–"
"You’re so fucking cute," I cut in, and kissed her again, sucking on her tongue the way she had sucked on mine.
One of my hands stayed on her breast, rolling the sensitive nipple between finger and thumb.
The other drifted lower, parting her folds and sliding two fingers into her pussy.
She was still pulsing from her first orgasm.
I crooked my fingers once, then pulled them free and brought them to my mouth, licking them clean while she watched.
"Not only your blood is sweet... this is too. Ahh–!"
Her hand closed around my cock without warning and stroked once, from base to tip.
That single motion nearly finished me.
My hips jerked forward and a thick bead of precum smeared across her knuckles.
Ysvéra’s lips curved.
She pushed me onto my back with surprising strength and straddled my thighs, the torn remains of the t-shirt still hanging off her shoulder.
She rocked her hips once, letting the slick lips of her pussy drag along the underside of my cock without taking me inside.
"Do you think I’m a succubus for nothing, husband?" she purred, purple eyes gleaming with satisfaction at the way my breathing had gone ragged.
She then shifted lower until I could feel her breath on the head of my cock.
Her tongue flicked out once, tasting the precum that had gathered there.
"What should I do, husband? I’m thirsty..."
"H-Hey, you don’t mean–Ah?!"
She didn’t bite.
She simply opened her mouth and swallowed me whole in one smooth motion.
That succubus technique was unfair, as pressure closed around every inch of my cock at once.
My legs went numb and every nerve seemed to funnel straight into my groin.
She took me to the base, then pulled back with a loud, wet PLOP.
"Husband... how did you suddenly develop such lust?" she murmured in a husky voice.
"I can feel your eyes devouring me, you never looked at me that way before."
She leaned in again and sucked one of my balls into her mouth while her hand stroked the shaft with slow, twisting motions.
The pressure built too fast.
Through the bond I felt her own pleasure–bright, playful, almost giddy at how easily she could unravel me.
I grabbed a fistful of her hair and guided her mouth back onto my cock.
"I’m going to cum, Ysvéra–take it."
She only hummed, sounding dissatisfied.
A sudden vacuum formed in her throat as my orgasm slammed into an invisible wall and froze at its absolute peak.
The sensation stayed, yet nothing released.
My hips jerked uselessly.
"Agh?! What is that?!"
Ysvéra’s eyes curved into delighted crescents.
She kept the vacuum sealed while her free hand cupped and gently rolled my balls, denying any relief.
’You should call me wife, husband,’ her voice slid directly into my mind which sounded sweet and merciless.
’And answer my question properly or... I won’t let you cum.’
"Fuck, are you serious?!"
I swear I could have used the moment to train my pleasure endurance.
But I didn’t want to.
"Alright wife listen," I gritted my teeth.
"Lust is a desire we should only show when it’s necessary. Like when I want fresh air, I go outside, not to the bathroom. You get me?"
The vacuum vanished the instant the words left my mouth.
Ysvéra’s tongue worked as she took every thick pulse of cum I had, swallowing without spilling a drop.
She even stayed there a few extra seconds, tongue swirling over my sensitive head until I twitched from overstimulation.
"Hmnh~"
She finally released me with a soft, wet sound and pressed a lingering kiss to the tip.
"I like that answer, husband~❤︎"
She rose onto her knees again, wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, looking entirely too pleased with herself.
"Now then... shall we move on to the main course, husband?"
I didn’t listen to her.
I had endured enough of her teasing.
In one rough motion I flipped her onto her back, shoved her thighs apart, and drove my cock into her pussy in a single deep thrust.
Her inner walls, still fluttering and soaked, molded around my cock as if they had been waiting for exactly this shape.
"Anngh?!"
"Ha–!"