When their lips separated once more, their sweet tasting salivas mixed with the desirable metallic taste of blood, Caius spun Roxanne around. She was quick to place her hands against the door to stop her front from pressing flat against it.

Caius let out a groan as his rod pressed into the cleft between Roxanne’s asscheeks, the material of her nightgown being the only thin piece of barrier keeping them from making skin-to-skin contact, but Caius still trembled all the same.

He had both his hands on Roxanne’s front now, grabbing and kneading her breasts while she let out her sweet-smelling breath into the door in front of her.

As Caius had done before, Roxanne dug her nails into the door, and when she felt his warm breath on her neck, she dug them even deeper, pushing back to thrust her plump ass against the hardness of his cock.

With more groans, Caius dug his fingers even deeper into her breasts. He had sheathed his claws, so only his nails were left to make welts in her flesh. It would take a lot for Caius, at his Magic Circle, to mark Roxanne’s skin, and it was a testament to the intensity of the passion thrumming through his body that he came close.

Roxanne soon noticed Caius’s lips were moving down her body until finally, he was nudging her robe aside to expose the small of her back, which he attacked with light kisses. Moans leaked from Roxanne’s lips at the feel of Caius’s lips. She dragged her claws lower on the door without any real conscious thought.

Really, there weren’t a lot of substantiated or at all conscious thoughts running through her head at the moment. There just wasn’t any room after she had already dedicated herself to being completely wrapped up in the sexual energy that had seized up her body, much to her delight.

Caius opened his mouth wider after a few moments of light kisses to the small of Roxanne’s back, and he pressed his teeth against her skin. The pressure and the barest traces of a chance that the dull teeth (compared to vampire fangs anyway) might break the skin and draw blood through Roxanne even deeper into the throes of passion.

Caius trailed down from the small of her back until he touched the thin straps of her panties. Here, he allowed his fangs to flash for a second, cutting through the thin strap. It had happened in the space of a second, but there was a savagery to the action that really caused Roxanne’s gears to turn.

Caius had dropped his hands from Roxanne’s breasts a short while ago, trailing his fingers down her upper body as his lips continued to descend, and now his hands landed gently at her hips. As the damaged panties dropped from Roxanne’s waist and hit the floor, Caius’s hands dropped to her ass as well, taking delightful grips of the ample cheeks.

As his hands struggled and failed to contain the wonderful mass that was Roxanne’s ass, Caius also spread her cheeks gently to give his face more room to explore as he stuck his nose deep into her cleft, taking a long, deep breath.

The whiff of Roxanne’s scent was wonderful. For a second, Caius was only slightly aware of his nose still breathing in without pause and just let himself be swept away into the delectable wonder of the scent. He only became aware and in full control of his actions again when his tongue trailed out of his mouth and took a long lick.

Roxanne groaned. Her face was turned to the side as her cheek rested against the door. She felt a twinge of embarrassment for where Caius’s tongue was and the part of her body he was close to, but the embarrassment was slight—much too slight—compared to the intense pleasure it gave her.

She wanted Caius to see all of her. To love all of her. As she planned, fervently and reverently, to do with him.

Caius seemed of the same mind because his tongue found the tiny puckered hole of Roxanne’s ass. He had licked across it already, but now he paid it special attention, his pulse quickening with arousal as the tight opening quivered to his attention. And the taste... oh, how he reveled in the taste.

Admittedly, it wasn’t as delicious as the juices and all-around delight of Roxanne’s pussy that he dared say he enjoyed even more than blood, but Roxanne’s rosebud was no doubt delectable still. Caius made his tongue dart through the tightness and made good progress inside during moments Roxanne relaxed, only to tighten even harder immediately afterward.

It was a challenge to get his tongue even three inches in, but that challenge was really part of the fun. As well as the clamped-down tightness that grabbed and held on to his tongue when he did manage to get in.

Caius spent minutes exploring this part of Roxanne, which he had never explored so dutifully until today. He heard the sound of delight that kept escaping Roxanne’s lips, and they not only encouraged him to continue but also served as guidelines for what she liked. So that, in minutes, Caius had developed specialized moves that he knew especially delighted his lover in the region of her busy.

Roxanne’s embarrassment was gone. Expelled in the intensity with which she was thrusting her ass into Caius’s face as though hoping to get even more inches of his tongue inside her.

Roxanne opened her eyes a few times and looked down at Caius, but most of the time, her eyes were shut tight. Still, she had an image of Caius crouched down and performing acts of service on her, and, oh, how it made her melt with the love strongly coursing through her.

When Caius eventually pulled away from Roxanne’s ass, it seemed like a struggle— like he was getting addicted to her taste and couldn’t bear to leave. Still, Roxanne’s arousal had reached a great height, causing her to release so much juice that the inside of her thighs was slick with the deliciousness. Caius couldn’t let it go to waste.

And so, he trailed his lips down from Roxanne’s ass and—his hands still gripping her cheeks quite tight—gave her pussy a long lick before he went for thighs. He licked the insides of them clean and traced his way back to the source he had already given the passing attention of his tongue.

Roxanne trembled as Caius’s tongue took a more deliberate attitude with her pussy lips. She had been staving off an orgasm, and it was quickly becoming a losing battle. When she felt Caius, even positioned as he was, open his mouth a bit wide and rake his teeth over her clit, she almost lost it.

It was when Caius’s tongue snaked its way inside her, enduring the intense clampdown of her inner muscles and moving freely, to lap across an impactful erogenous zone inside her insides that she fully lost her grip on any visage of self-control.

With a deep groan, an intense spasm all through her body, and the hardest back-thrust of her ass into Caius’s face so far, Roxanne became overcome with orgasmic throes, her juices squirting from her wonderful insides like jets. Caius drank it all down, while still keeping his tongue trailing her insides and manipulating her most sensitive regions.

Roxanne’s climax seemed to go on forever as far as she was concerned. She loved the pleasure that it wracked her with but didn’t care for how the spasms made her unable to make voluntary actions.

When it finally ended, though, Caius felt it was over too quickly. No matter how much of Roxanne’s delicious juices he had drunk, he really wanted more. That was probably why he feverishly kept lapping her sensitive zones, not to help her ride out her ongoing climax but to kickstart another.

The moment Roxanne regained voluntary movement, though, she whipped around and pulled him to his feet to capture his lips. As they kissed, she chuckled, not because she tasted herself on his lips (she barely registered that and focused on the firmness of his lips on her soft, supple ones) but rather because she could tell what he had been after.

"If you really want me to have another," she said, and her hand gripped his hard rod, "There are other ways."

"I guess," Caius said with a falsely unenthusiastic tone.

"Oh, don’t look so disappointed," Roxanne said, playing along. With one hand around his neck, she lifted herself until her legs were wrapped around his waist once again. Her hand was still holding his cock.

"It’ll be wonderful," Roxanne added, planting a delighted peck on his lips.

"Well, I suppose I could be convinced," Caius said, unable to keep up the false lack of excitement as his hands grabbed Roxanne’s sides.

"That’s the spirit!" she told him brightly, and pulling up his body a bit more, she positioned the tip of the hard rod to the opening of her tight, dripping wet snatch, and descended.