After centuries of embracing her vampirism, it was a real struggle for Roxanne to assume and maintain a human form. That struggle was not made easier by how much she felt herself losing control due to the intense sensations coursing through her at the moment.

But there were benefits to keeping her human form, of course.

For one, when she eventually dropped her hands from Caius’s hair and onto his back, she didn’t have to worry as much about injuring him, as she didn’t have claws. She was able to really dig her human, and somewhat blunt, nails into his back, and the most Caius felt was pressure that made him grunt.

For another, when their lips eventually separated, and she began to move around to nip at his skin with her teeth, there were no fangs to pierce his skin. She could be much more reckless and bite down much harder since there was less of a chance of drawing blood.

Still, while there was less chance of Roxanne injuring Caius in her human form, that didn’t mean there was no chance at all. She was still at a much higher Magic Circle than he was, and if she wished and was insistent enough, she could still harm him.

Roxanne didn’t bother with such thoughts, though. She attacked Caius like nothing she had could injure him, creating raised red welts all over his body and teeth marks that looked very close to drawing blood.

But Caius didn’t object. He actually liked the feeling of the welts, the ache of the raised skin, and the passion that backed every case of almost-injury on his skin.

Besides, even if the pain ever got too much to handle, it seemed perfectly balanced by how wonderful it felt to have Roxanne’s ample, perky, and soft breasts pressed up against his chest, as well as the feel of her pliant ass flesh, which he molded and kneaded with a lot of delight.

When Caius raised one hand off Roxanne’s ass, he crawled it up her back, feeling his way across her spine, causing her to shiver deliciously against his body, and then got to her shoulder. He grabbed her nightgown and pulled it so her shoulder could be exposed for him to bite into as well.

Roxanne had done something similar with Caius’s bathrobe in her search for more parts of his body to bite into, and soon, the two seemed to be taking turns in biting and nibbling at each other’s shoulders while the other leaned their head back to let out a deep moan of pleasure.

To achieve this, Roxanne, who still had her legs wrapped around Caius, slid down his body so their shoulders were at the same height.

When it was Caius’s turn again, he began to roam away from her shoulders, dragging his tongue down her front. Moaning and groaning in delight at Caius’s detour, Roxanne climbed up his body again until her shoulder was above his and Caius’s face was lined perfectly with her chest, with the nose nestled in her cleavage.

Caius let out a growl that caused vibrations to thrum powerfully through Roxanne, who was rocking herself even more insistently against his body while arching her back to press her breasts even harder into Caius’s face.

Caius kept his tongue licking between Roxanne’s breasts; the sounds she made due to the tickling motion were delicious music to his ears.

With Roxanne’s back pressed against the door, Caius didn’t really have to hold her up, and so he was able to move his hands freely. He kept one hand still on her ass as he liked the feel of it too much to leave. He moved his other hand to the swell of her chest, where he pulled aside the part of the nightgown covering one of Roxanne’s breasts.

It fell free, and Caius was all too quick to snap up her beautiful pink nipple. He sucked hard on it, eliciting a cry of pleasure from Roxanne’s lips.

"Yes!" She yelled.

She raised her hands from Caius’s body and slammed them into the wall above the door she was pressed up against. She lost control of herself so much that her fangs unsheathed and she sank them into the wall, dragging them down to create grooves.

"They won’t like that," Caius said with a chuckle, his eyes looking up at what Roxanne had done to the wall.

"We can— we can pay for it," Roxanne barely managed to say, with how breathless she was, and then she chuckled too.

She sheathed her claws and dropped one of her hands to the back of Caius’s head, trying to encourage him to continue delivering the pleasure that had robbed her of the last of her self-control. Caius was already back to it, though, and didn’t even need encouragement.

After a while of suckling, he bit down on the nipple while stroking his tongue across the tip, much to Roxanne’s mewling delight. The one hand she still had on the wall kept flashing its claws, cutting more grooves into the wall and racking up how much they would have to pay in damages. Caius, who saw it happening, smiled against Roxanne’s breast.

Caius began to alternate soon enough. He moved from one of Roxanne’s tits to the other, to create a uniform pleasure that only caused the sounds of pleasure escaping her lips to increase in volume.

Eventually, Roxanne’s sounds of pleasure became accompanied by jerky movements concentrated especially at her hips, and she began to howl positively, while her center dripped with her orgasmic delight.

As this happened, Roxanne slid down and slammed her lips against Caius’s, which muffled some of the sounds she was producing as she became wracked with orgasmic throes.

As she slid, Roxanne couldn’t possibly miss the hardness jutting from Caius’s groin. In fact, as the pleasure of her climax continued to course through her, she reached a hand down and wrapped her fingers around Caius’s girth. As always, she couldn’t make it completely around the organ and had to settle for however much of it she could grip at once as she began to stroke it.

The feeling of Roxanne stroking his rod was one of pleasure. And that included moments when her fingers flexed even harder than normal because of the orgasmic spasms that were taking hold of her at intervals.

Roxanne untangled her legs from around Caius’s waist. There was more space between their bodies now than there had been when they started, as they needed to accommodate the length of Caius’s imposing member. Still, their lips were joined together, and they took turns sucking on each other’s tongues and lips.

Caius grabbed the sash that was holding Roxanne’s nightgown close and pulled it, causing it to fall open. It revealed that while Roxanne hadn’t worn a bra, she had worn panties, a very thin kind with tiny rope-like straps holding it around her waist and a tiny triangle to cover her mound. At the back, there was material even smaller than the triangle in front, and it allowed as much of her asscheeks as possible to be exposed without the need to take off the underwear or even pull it aside.

The little triangle in front was soaked through with Roxanne’s juices from her natural arousal and her recent climax. During the few times his and Roxanne’s lips had separated, Caius collected some of the juices and helped himself to their delicious taste.

If Roxanne tasted herself on his lips and tongue after they went back to kissing, she didn’t show it. She seemed much too preoccupied with rotating her hand as often as possible so she could stroke every part of the circumference of Caius’s massive girth.

Whenever the rod pulsed in Roxanne’s hand due to some powerful flow of blood coursing through it or just Caius flexing it due to the pleasure of her strokes, Roxanne would always let out a gasp of delight and allow herself a look down at it. The expression in her light gold eyes was one of reverence.

She had also grabbed the sash that held Caius’s bathrobe close and pulled it, so the robe could fall open and reveal the entirety of Caius’s front. Roxanne then dropped the hand she wasn’t using to stroke the large rod—and usually placed at the back of Caius’s neck to secure his face for their kisses—on his midriff.

As though in a trance, and in total contrast to the feverish and jerky movements of her other hand, currently sliding across Caius’s cock, Roxanne stroked his abs slowly. Sensually.

She worked her way up to his chest, where she dug her fingers in, and then she continued until she was at his face, which she looked at like she was seeing it for the first time.

She had always been taken by the impossibly handsome nature of this face, but in the sensual and trancelike manner that her hand had stroked from his abs to his face, Roxanne felt it pulling her in, arresting every bit of devotion she could call on, and securing them in an everlasting grip.