My Blood Legacy: Bloodlines-Chapter 38: You coming is so beautiful! (R-18)
"...No." he murmured, "I’ll never stop until you calm your little heart..."
"You’re acting arrogant again." she whispered, Victor’s breath on her skin still burning inside her body.
"You think so?" His lips traced a line to her ear, and the playful bite that followed made her shudder.
’!!!’ Scarlett was mesmerized, her eyes half-closed, watching him pull away slightly. "Why are you pulling away?~"
For a second, she didn’t understand. Her body was still tense, her tail twitching nervously behind her. But then she saw his gaze, the teasing, the challenge. The sideways smile. And she understood.
’Fuck it, if it’s meant to be. Then it’s going to be all the way!!’
Then she took a step forward, until her knee touched his thigh, and she sat on his lap, her back to him. Her hands moved automatically to her black skirt, pulling it up, revealing the thin fabric of white lingerie that barely covered her curves. She turned to face him over her shoulder and lifted her hip, a clear invitation.
Victor let out a low sigh as he watched her stand and step back, revealing her skimpy panties and the tight-fitting top that clung to her breasts.
He reached out and grasped the waistband of her panties, slowly sliding down the elastic to reveal the pale skin beneath. His other hand slid inside her top, moving up her stomach, tracing the line of her navel with his index finger.
Scarlett shuddered at the touch, her abdominal muscles contracting instinctively.
She raised her arms, allowing him to pull her top over her head, revealing her lace bra. She held her arms raised for a moment before turning to face him, breathless. Her lips curved into a mischievous smile, and she raised an eyebrow, daring him to continue.
And he did, sliding his hands to her backside, pinching lightly before pressing his palms against her bare skin.
He pulled her close, pressing his face against her chest, inhaling the scent of her blood and instinct. Her tail whipped to the side as he lightly bit her nipple through her bra, and she sighed, parting her lips slightly.
"You’re very provocative~" He murmured against her breast, blowing warm air over her sensitive skin.
His teeth traced a line down her neck, kissing and biting along the way.
His hands slid to her hips, lifting her as if she weighed nothing, and laying her down on the bed.
Scarlett’s eyes widened, surprised by the speed of the movement, but she relaxed against the mattress, allowing him to cover her with his body.
He leaned in to kiss her, and she opened her mouth willingly, their tongues dancing together in a wet symphony. Her fingers intertwined in his hair, their bodies pressed together from hip to chest.
For a moment, she forgot everything except the sensation of him against her, entangled with the taste of her own blood.
Her blood, mingled with his, pulsing through her body, binding them in a way she never would have imagined possible.
"Do you love me?" she whispered against his lips, her nails tracing fiery trails across his back.
"Love?" Victor’s voice came hoarse, an echo of smoke and iron against his lips. He pulled back just enough for his eyes, dark as pitch in the dim light, to catch hers. "Love is too little, Scarlett. It’s a shallow concept for what you do to me." His fingers found her back, the hooks of her lace bra giving way with a soft, decisive click.
The fabric fell between them, a discarded veil. He wasn’t in a hurry. His hand slid down the side of her torso, a warm possession that made her gasp, before his palm cupped the curve of her breast, pressing against it, caressing the already hardened nipple with his thumb.
"Ahnnm ~<3" Scarlett let out a low moan, her hips involuntarily writhing against him.
Then he bent down.
His warm breath was a prelude before the moisture of his mouth enveloped her completely.
"AHHH!!!" She cried out, her fingers digging into his hair, not to pull, but to grip, to melt him even more against her skin. He sucked, hard, deliberately, and the wave of pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain, an addictive mixture that made her eyes roll back.
"It tastes good," he murmured against the sensitive flesh, the words vibrating through her. "It tastes like... mine."
He pulled back slightly, his lips glistening with moisture.
His eyes were fixed on her, hypnotic, as he brought the tip of his lower canine to the tip of his own lip, pressing until a tiny, perfect ruby of blood appeared. Scarlett froze, her breath caught.
With agonizing slowness, he tilted his head again and, with the tip of his tongue, painted the swollen, moist nipple with that stroke of vivid red.
The effect was electric.
A violent tremor ran through Scarlett from her skull to the tip of her tail, which thrashed against the sheets. It wasn’t just the forbidden sight, the visceral eroticism of blood—her blood, her essence—marking her. It was the symbol. The brutal statement. A hoarse, guttural groan escaped her throat, more animal than human.
"Victor...!" The name sounded like a plea and a cry of triumph.
He smiled, a predatory and satisfied smile, seeing the transformation in her. The lust didn’t just increase; it became something deeper, darker, hungrier. Her pupils dilated, and the sweet, metallic scent of her own blood in the air seemed to ignite every nerve.
"See?" he whispered, his voice a silky drag of seduction and danger. "That’s what you are. That’s what you unleash in me." He then brought his mouth to hers again, this time licking, drinking in the mixture of her taste and that single trace of iron with a devotion that was almost a profanation.
Scarlett arched her back, offering more, her mind flooded by a crimson mist of pure sensation.
The world narrowed to the heat of his mouth, the pressure of his hands on her hips, the sweet, metallic scent that was now part of them. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎
Each lick, each deliberate suck on her marked and sensitive nipple, was a direct thread connected to her deepest core, a thread he pulled with brutal skill.
Pleasure built in waves, no longer gentle, but heavy, electric, concentrating on an unbearable, delicious point of pressure below her belly.
The thin layer of silk of her damp panties was already clinging to her, a merciful and utterly inadequate testament to the turmoil within her. She could feel every movement of her hips against the mattress, an involuntary and desperate friction.
"V-Victor...," she groaned, her voice a shattered thread. Her hands, previously buried in his hair, slid to his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh like anchors in a storm. "I... I can’t... it’s too much..."
He released her breast with a low, wet sound, his eyes rising to meet hers. They were dark, almost completely black, reflecting the lack of control he saw in her. A slow, possessive smile curved his lips.
"You can," he murmured, his voice rough as torn velvet. "You will. For me."
His hand, which had been on her hip, slid down, tracing the curve of her buttocks, to the warm, saturated dampness of the silk.
He didn’t pull her aside. Instead, his palm spread over her, pressing firmly against the exact spot where all the tension was about to explode.
The touch, even through the fabric, was the final spark.
A warm, white shock exploded at the base of Scarlett’s spine. Her body arched violently, a muffled cry escaping her throat as a wave of pure, uncontrollable ecstasy overwhelmed her.
It wasn’t just an internal tremor. It was a physical release, hot and abundant, instantly soaking the thin silk of her panties and the palm of Victor’s hand that pressed against her.
The sound was muffled, but unmistakable, and the scent in the air changed, becoming denser, more intimate, mingling with the aroma of blood and sweat.
Scarlett’s vision darkened at the edges, her body trembling in uncontrollable spasms as the wave swept over her. She was completely vulnerable, open, surrendered to the shock of her own climax. And through the mist, she saw Victor’s gaze.
It wasn’t a surprise, but an absolute triumph, a hunger satisfied and rekindled at the same time.
He had witnessed, provoked, and now even possessed this loss of control.
"You coming is so beautiful," he growled, low and admiring, his hand still pressing against her, feeling the last tremors through the soaked fabric. "It’s so... mine... Only... Mine..."
