My Blood Legacy: Bloodlines-Chapter 37: Horny Fox

Victor and Scarlett stared at each other for too long, the kind of heavy silence where neither wanted to back down first. Finally, Victor simply nodded, as if he’d made a simple decision.

"Carmilla, I’ll take care of this," he said, his voice firm, as he began to walk toward Scarlett.

Her body reacted even before her mind.

A slight tremor ran down her back, her tail twitching erratically, betraying an instinct she didn’t fully recognize. In thousands of years, she had faced battles, blood, death... but this? This was different.

It was dangerous... and, irritatingly... alluring.

She took a step back, then another... until she realized she had nowhere else to go.

The wall was right behind her.

Scarlett tried to dodge at the last second, twisting her body to escape, but Victor was faster. His hands reached her neck, not with uncontrolled violence, but firmly enough to hold her in place. She was pressed against the wall.

The impact wasn’t strong... but it was decisive.

Her body froze for an instant, her breath faltering for a split second.

Victor approached.

Too close.

"My dearest wife..." he murmured close to her ear, his voice low, controlled, almost provocative.

Her tail reacted immediately, bristling all over, as if every nerve had been activated at once.

"We’re going to have some fun... until this fire dies down."

Scarlett closed her eyes for a moment, her fingers lightly gripping his clothes without realizing it. When she opened them again, the red in her eyes was more intense.

Victor stared at her for a few more seconds, still pinning her against the wall, feeling her uneven breath against his neck.

Scarlett was still trying to maintain that expression of irritated pride, but her body simply wouldn’t cooperate—her tail was twitching on its own, her ears were trembling slightly, and her breathing was hot and uneven.

’How cute.’ Without warning, Victor simply released her from his neck and picked her up.

The movement was quick and unexpected.

Scarlett didn’t even have time to react properly.

"Kya!!" She let out a short, completely involuntary cry, reflexively grabbing his shirt as she was lifted off the ground.

She immediately realized what she had done, and her face changed to an expression of fury and embarrassment at the same time.

"Don’t make those noises!" she growled, clearly annoyed with herself.

Victor chuckled softly as he adjusted her in his arms as if carrying her was nothing.

"You’re thousands of years old and you still make that kind of sound?" he teased.

"Shut up," she replied immediately, her tail wagging angrily behind her, but she didn’t try to get out of his lap. In fact, she only gripped his shirt tighter.

Carmilla, still leaning further back, simply covered her face with her hand and sighed.

"I can’t believe I’m seeing this..." she murmured. "The troublemaking, murderous vampire, terror of kings and troublemaker, being carried around making ’Kya’..."

Scarlett turned her head immediately.

"Shut up, you too!"

Victor continued carrying her down the hallway as if it were the most normal thing in the world, completely ignoring her protests, which no longer had half the force they once did.

She looked at him silently for a few seconds as she was carried.

"If anyone sees this..." she murmured.

"No one will see. You’ll only do these things to me." Victor spoke, and she felt the possessiveness invading her heart through the bond.

"Okay..." She murmured, accepting it; the feeling of possession was truly revealing... she liked it very much.

He opened the bedroom door with his foot and entered without letting go of her, closing the door behind him. The room was silent for a few seconds, only the sound of her breathing breaking the silence.

Victor gently placed her on the ground.

Scarlett stood right in front of him, looking up, her eyes still red, her breath hot, her tail moving slowly behind her. Her body was tense, but it wasn’t the tension of fighting. It was the tension of waiting.

She took a step forward.

Then another.

Until she touched him.

Her hands gripped his shirt slowly, first tightly, then sliding slightly, as if she herself were trying to understand what she was doing. Her forehead rested against his chest for a second, and she exhaled slowly.

"I hate this..." she murmured.

Victor placed his hand on her waist and pulled her a little closer.

"It doesn’t seem like it," he replied.

Her tail curled around his leg again.

Her fox ears lowered slightly as he stroked her head, and she closed her eyes for a second, exhaling slowly, as if it had hit some deep instinct she couldn’t control.

When she opened her eyes again, she pushed him back until he sat on the edge of the bed.

She stood between his legs, looking down at him now.

"You did this to me..." she whispered. "So you deal with it."

Victor smiled slightly.

"You’re the one who said you might want to lose control." Her tail twitched slowly behind her.

"I said," she replied. "And I won’t go back on it." She leaned in slowly, bringing her face close to his, almost touching, stopping just inches apart.

Victor said nothing more.

He simply lifted her chin slightly with his fingers, guiding Scarlett’s face to the side, effortlessly exposing her neck. The movement was simple... but laden with intention.

Scarlett felt her body freeze for a second.

Her breath hitched.

Her tail bristled all over.

And then—

He moved closer.

The touch came first as a light brush of his lips against her neck, almost testing, almost teasing... and this was worse than anything direct. It was slow. Deliberate.

Scarlett gasped.

Her body responded instantly.

A tremor ran from her shoulders to the tip of her tail, making her grip his clothes tightly, her fingers clenching as if she needed to hold onto something to avoid completely losing her balance.

"V-Victor..." the name came out softly, almost failing.

He didn’t stop.

He moved down a little more, the kiss becoming firmer, more present, pressing lightly, feeling her reaction under his fingers. His hand gripped her waist tighter now, holding her in place.

Scarlett trembled all over.

It wasn’t just physical.

It was instinct.

It was her body responding to something she couldn’t turn off.

Her head tilted to the side without her realizing it, giving more space, completely betraying any remaining attempt at resistance.

"Stop..." she murmured, but there was no strength in it.

On the contrary.

Her fingers pulled his shirt a little more.

Her tail wrapped completely around his leg. Victor rose slowly, stopping close to her ear.

His breath brushed against it.

"Do you still want to pretend you’re in control?" he murmured.

Scarlett closed her eyes tightly for a second.

Her body was still trembling.

When she opened her eyes again, her gaze was completely different.

Less resistance.

More... surrender.

She took a deep breath.

And then she answered, her voice low, almost a heavy whisper:

"...No," he murmured, "I will never stop until you calm your little heart..."