My Blood Legacy: Bloodlines-Chapter 29: Why I enjoyed making (R-18)

Night enveloped the dormitory in a thick silence, broken only by whispers and muffled moans that echoed through the stone corridors.

In the west wing, in a room with dark walls covered in heavy velvet, Carmilla and Victor were locked in an ancient, intimate, and unrestrained dance.

Carmilla arched her back against the four-poster mattress, her hair spread like black ink across the sheets. Her sharp nails dug into Victor’s pale shoulders as she murmured dirty, archaic words, lost between short breaths and the ecstasy that consumed her.

That night, her obsession was him—his body, his presence, and especially what she was, in moments of total abandon. A fierce fixation that made her move her hips with almost desperate urgency, seeking every inch with a hunger that only centuries of intimacy could generate.

Victor growled softly.

His lips were stained dark red, and his fangs gleamed in the flickering candlelight. His hands gripped Carmilla’s waist with supernatural force, pressing her cold skin against him.

Marks appeared beneath his fingers... promises of bruises that would disappear before dawn.

The air in the room was heavy. It smelled of melting candles, warm skin... and sex. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

A spark of vampiric power lingered in the air, making the flames dance erratically, as if reacting to the wild rhythm of the scene.

"More, Victor..." Carmilla gasped as she shifted position, getting on all fours for him to penetrate her, her voice hoarse, almost a command. "Don’t stop. By all hell... don’t stop!"

Then the bedroom door burst open with a dry bang.

Without knocking.

Without ceremony.

Scarlett entered.

The young vampire with fiery red hair crossed her arms as her eyes swept over the scene before her.

Her expression was stern, almost irritated, as if she had just witnessed something deeply inconvenient... not necessarily shocking.

She walked to the bed without hesitation.

WHACK.

A sharp slap landed on Carmilla’s backside. Her bottom immediately turned red.

"For the love of eternity, Mother!" Scarlett growled. "You two are making an absurd amount of noise."

Her gaze swept over Victor and Carmilla, still intertwined; his penis was so deep inside her that she couldn’t even see the beginning of the shaft...

"Do you want his mother to hear this from the other side of the castle?" Scarlett asked angrily; after all, it was a real risk! Serafall had left, but who could imagine she wouldn’t return quickly?

Carmilla, interrupted at the height of her ecstasy, let out a deep growl. Her red eyes gleamed with fury and frustration.

Victor let out a heavy sigh, still holding her waist and halting his movements as his body trembled with the interrupted tension.

"Scarlett..." Carmilla began, her voice full of menace. "I’m going to rip your—"

"You can threaten later," Scarlett cut in immediately. "Now turn that down. Or you’ll attract even the rats in the basement or some vampire awake at this hour..."

She pointed at the two of them impatiently. "I don’t want to have to deal with anything right now, especially with us two being fugitives that the Vampire King hates."

Scarlett let out an irritated sigh and added, disdainfully:

"Then calm your loose cunt down and do it more quietly."

With one last disapproving look, she spun on her heels and began walking toward the door.

But before she could leave—

"Don’t you want to join us?" Victor asked calmly, without even looking at her.

His movement had resumed, his cock went even deeper into Carmilla.

"Ah... yes!" Carmilla, now trying to stifle her moans, bit her own fist as he continued.

Scarlett froze mid-step.

"M-Me?" she replied, turning only half her face. "N-no. I’m fine."

She made a vague gesture with her hand, trying to appear indifferent. "This business of using semen as food is something that crazy bitch over there would do, I’m a woman of principles."

Carmilla, biting her lip, simply said:

"You’re a virgin, what principle is that~ Ah ~<3 Oh fuck, go deeper, love!" she moaned, digging her nails into the mattress.

Scarlett turned as red as her hair. "Virgin? I’m not—it doesn’t matter! And stop moaning so loudly, for the love of eternity!"

Victor, without slowing his deep, vigorous rhythm, pulled Carmilla further back against him, making her gasp.

"Scarlett," he said, his voice deep and somewhat distracted, "if it’s virginity that holds you back, I can take care of that politely. Your mother would love to watch."

Carmilla laughed, a hoarse sound full of pleasure. "Oh, she would love it! My little girl, so nervous... Victor is so patient with beginners." She moaned loudly when he hit her at a particularly deep angle, but quickly muffled the sound in the pillow. "But if you prefer just to watch... the door is open."

Scarlett seemed to want to evaporate.

"I-I don’t want to watch! I want silence!" But her feet wouldn’t move from the doorway. Her eyes, against her will, landed on the point where their bodies met, on the way Victor’s hips relentlessly pounded against Carmilla’s pale flesh. The air truly smelled intensely of sex and power, and it was... oppressive. Intoxicating.

"Principles," Carmilla gasped, turning her face to look at her daughter, her red eyes gleaming with malice and ecstasy. "Principles are for mortals and boring vampires. You smell of curiosity, my flower. And tension." She arched her back, offering herself more to Victor. "Come. Learn. Or just... participate."

Victor slid a hand forward over Carmilla, his fingers finding her clitoris with expert precision. She cried out muffledly, her body trembling violently. "Victor! There... yes, like that..."

Scarlett stepped inside, closing the door with a low click.

Her dead heart wasn’t beating, but something inside her pulsed strongly. "This is... ridiculous. Absurd."

"It’s better to enjoy your freedom." Victor corrected gently, his calm facade in stark contrast to the violence of his movements. "You’re my wife now, remember? Well, you seemed more arrogant before, what’s wrong with that?"

Carmilla was nearing her limit, her moans coming in hoarse waves. "Scarlett... my daughter... don’t be a coward..."

The provocation hit her hard. Scarlett frowned and, with abrupt movements, began to remove the heavy coat she was wearing. "Coward?" Her whole body trembled with rage, so much contained rage that all her arrogance, anger, mad spirit began to spill out... "I do what I want, and when I want." She gritted her teeth.

"What a load of rubbish," Carmilla retorted, breathless. "You look pretty pathetic, don’t you? I don’t know if you’ve ever looked in the mirror, but you used to be much more radiant~"

With a growl of frustration and something else—angry excitement—Scarlett approached the bed. She was dressed simply: a t-shirt and tight pants. Her eyes were fixed on the junction of their arms.

Victor, realizing her decision, slowed down a little, but didn’t stop. With his free hand, he pulled Scarlett closer by the waist. She stiffened.

"Relax," he murmured, his mouth near Scarlett’s temple. He smelled of iron, amber, and sweat. "She’s playing with you... why don’t you play with her? Touch her. She loves it."

Hesitantly, Scarlett reached out. Her fingertips touched the cold, sweaty skin of Carmilla’s back, who shuddered and let out a long moan.

"That... H-Hey! That wasn’t supposed to~" Carmilla trembled, turning her head to try and see her daughter. "Don’t think about it~... I-I meant to do it with V-Victor!~"

Scarlett moved her hand, exploring the curve of her mother’s spine, then down to her hip, where the skin trembled with each impact. She could feel Victor’s strength, Carmilla’s frenzied submission. It was chaotic. It was primal. It was... electrifying.

Victor then guided Scarlett’s hand between Carmilla’s legs, where his own fingers were working. The warm moisture and the knot of sensations made Scarlett gasp.

"She’s almost there," Victor informed her, his voice a low growl in Scarlett’s ear. "Help her."

"D-don’t touch there!!" Carmilla groaned.

"You like to tease... but you don’t like to be teased?" Driven by a vengeful instinct, Scarlett began to move her fingers, mimicking Victor’s movements.

"No!!!" Carmilla screamed, her body arching like a bow.

Victor resumed his ferocious rhythm, now with Scarlett’s fingers working in tandem with his. The room was filled with the sound of colliding bodies, muffled moans, and the rough whisper of silk.

Scarlett was bewitched.

Her irritation had dissolved, replaced by an overwhelming fascination and a pang of self-desire. She watched her mother’s face, contorted with pleasure, and Victor’s, focused and intense.

"Now," Victor ordered, not specifying to whom.

"You two~ T-traitors!!!" she tore at her throat as her body was shaken by violent convulsions of pleasure.

Victor held her tightly, burying himself in her to the hilt and remaining there, his own face contorted in silent ecstasy as he filled her. Scarlett felt Carmilla’s internal contractions through her fingers and froze, witnessing the sheer rawness of the climax.

For a long moment, there was only gasping breath. Then, Victor slowly released himself and lay on his back. Carmilla collapsed beside him, a victorious and exhausted smile on her lips.

They both looked at Scarlett, who was still standing beside the bed, her fingers glistening with moisture in the faint moonlight filtering through the gaps in the curtains.

Carmilla caught her breath first. "I’m going to~" she murmured, her voice hoarse and satisfied. "Kill you~"

Scarlett looked at her hand, then at the two vampires intertwined in bed. The anger was gone. Only a strange calm, and a spark of something new and dangerous, remained.

"I did it," she said finally, her voice softer than ever. "Why the hell did I put my fingers inside my mother?" But there was no real reprimand in her words.

"And why did I enjoy doing this shit?!" Scarlett screamed internally to herself.