Victor felt… she was very excited.
The air between them seemed thicker, as if the temperature had risen a few degrees without warning. His masculinity was being put to the test, and it was a very difficult test!
"You play dirty," he murmured, his voice a little deeper than he intended.
Carmilla tilted her face, her lips almost brushing his skin, but still maintaining that cruel inch of distance. "I am a primordial. I set the rules of the game."
Victor placed his hands firmly on her waist, but without brusqueness. He felt the red fabric vibrate slightly under his fingers, as if the dress were still connected to her essence. He pulled her a little closer.
"You almost suffocated in my pocket," he said softly, bringing his face close to her ear. "And now you want to die crushed on my chest?"
She let out a small, involuntary shiver, her fingers tightening around the light of his abdomen. Her face was completely red, but her eyes… determined.
"I wouldn't die," she replied, trying to regain her composure. "Then I want to feel a little… is that a crime?"
Victor laughed softly.
Then, in a slow, deliberate gesture, he enveloped her in a tight embrace… his firm chest pressing her against him. It wasn't violent, but it was intense enough for her to feel all of his newfound strength.
Carmilla let out a muffled sound against his chest, surprised and satisfied.
For a few seconds, she truly remained there, committed against him, listening to the patience of the heart that hours before had almost stopped.
"…Reckless idiot," she murmured against his skin, now in a much less provocative and much more sincere tone. "Don't do this to me again."
Victor loosened the embrace just enough to look at her. "With you?"
She hesitated. A full second. Then she looked away. "I'm connected to your core, idiot," she replied more quietly. "When you almost broke… I felt all the bad feelings coming at once."
He listened and smiled, "You were worried, weren't you?" He teased, but she hid her face in his chest, "Yes. I was," she admitted against all her arrogance.
Victor couldn't hold back any longer; she was too cute.
In a swift attack, he sat her on the bedside table and attacked her lips fiercely.
Carmilla was surprised by the movement, but soon returned the kiss with the same hunger he felt. Her hands ran over his body, feeling the defined muscles under his shirt. She pulled him closer, wanting to feel the warmth of his skin against hers.
Victor held her face with one hand, deepening the kiss while the other hand traced the curves of her body. He kissed her with an uncontrolled passion, as if he wanted to devour her.
Carmilla arched against him, breathless, as his hands found her breasts. She moaned into the kiss, feeling the blood throb in her veins. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him even closer.
He ripped off the top of her dress with a swift movement that tore part of it, revealing the dark lace bra underneath, adorned with black roses.
"It's quite pretty, for something made with blood," he murmured as he began kissing the soft skin of her neck, moving down to her chest. He ran his tongue along her cleavage, tasting her.
Carmilla gripped his hair, pulling him even closer. She could feel his erection pressing against her, and it excited her even more.
He traced hot kisses down her skin, going lower and lower. He pushed her bra down, freeing her breasts.
They were large, milky, and defined, with a pink tip that made Victor's face darken... he wanted to attack them, and so he did. He covered them with kisses and bites, making her writhe in pleasure.
"Love… Ahhh!… S-slowly… Huumm!!" She moaned at his touch, but she wasn't just a primordial vampire, she was a woman with a name to uphold. She couldn't just let him have his fun.
In an effort not to appear so fragile.
She tugged at his shirt, wanting to feel his skin against hers. He helped her take off her pants, and then undressed completely. He laid her on her back on the bed, positioning himself on top of her.
He kissed her again, while one hand explored her body. He moved down to her hip, and then touched her groin.
"Hmm!! ~<3" She gave a sharp moan when his fingers found her clitoris. It was the first time in thousands of years that someone had touched her vagina. No, thousands? No one had ever touched her! It was the first time in her entire life!
'Hahaha! She's so cute and indecent~' Victor thought, watching how her face was reveling in his touches. Arrogance gave birth to a beautiful woman sexually frustrated for thousands of decades who was now thirsty… and that generated something…
Victor was about to explode, his erection was so big. His whole body trembled with pleasure as he played with her pussy between his fingers, but he still controlled himself and prevented himself from letting out a moan or speeding up the situation… He wanted her to beg.
She sensed that he wanted to do something, but… she took a different approach. 'I can't let him take control!!'
With that thought, she held Victor's penis with her soft, delicate hand. As soon as she touched it, Victor felt a huge electric shock run through his body, starting at his coccyx and ending near his neck. He bit his lips and gripped the sheets, trying to stifle a moan.
Seeing his reaction, Carmilla smiled before beginning to gently caress his member.
'Ahhh! Fuck! This is too good! Too good compared to masturbation,' Victor thought without saying a word, just closing his mouth tightly so nothing would come out. It turned into a small battle.
His whole body trembled with pleasure, but he insisted on not uttering a peep.
As if sensing his intention not to moan, Carmilla accepted the challenge and quickened her caresses.
'AAAHHH! FUCK!' Victor yelled to himself.
Thick veins bulged on his penis, now hard as a rock, its size easily reaching 20 centimeters, rising high and proud, although the owner's body was trembling.
Feeling that he was about to ejaculate, Victor prepared something, leaning his body slightly and, without saying anything to her, his semen gushed out, covering Carmilla's entire face with his hot, thick sperm.
"AAhhh~~" He let out a guttural groan… While Carmilla's face was literally white.
"Haah… that was… amazing…" Victor sighed with pleasure as he looked at the former Queen of All Vampires, and seeing her face covered in his thick, viscous semen, he smiled and inwardly admired himself before assuming a panicked expression and shouting.
"Looks like I came out on top." He said, seeing that she was all covered in cum, and only he had ejaculated.
"Y-you…" She stammered as she looked at his still rock-hard penis. The smell of his semen began to permeate her nostrils, and naturally what should have smelled strange was like a sexy air freshener… She became even more excited.
"W-why does it smell so good?" She wondered, until she opened her mouth slightly to the side of her nose, and some of the semen fell into her mouth.
She didn't even have time, a little bit just made her…
SHHHHUUUUUSSH!!!~<3
Her vagina contracted violently, gushing out all the liquid she had been holding back, and she came with impressive force, reaching her climax because of the taste of his semen in her mouth. Her body writhed and she gasped with the intensity of the orgasm.
Victor looked at her, his body still trembling with pleasure, his eyes dark with desire. The semen dripped down her face, her lips, her chin, onto her milky chest. The sight was so indecent, so dirty, that he felt his cock throb again, still hard and demanding.
"Did you like the taste, Queen?" he asked, his voice hoarse and full of provocation. "You came just from tasting my cum."
Carmilla gasped, her face still marked by the unexpected orgasm. She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, but instead of disgust, her eyes gleamed with an even deeper hunger. The initial shame had dissolved, replaced by a raw lust.
"It's… different," she admitted, her voice trembling but defiant. "I want more," she said without hesitation. That proud woman had truly died; only the woman who accepted her husband remained.
Victor didn't need to be asked twice. He pulled her by the waist, turning her onto her stomach on the bed. The torn red dress hung from her shoulders, and her round, pale buttocks were exposed, inviting. He slid his hands across her buttocks, spreading them apart, revealing her tight, pink anus and, below, her swollen, wet pussy, still throbbing from her recent orgasm.
"You must be pretty sensitive now," he murmured, running his thumb along the soaked slit. She groaned and buried her face in the pillow. "It's already dripping, there's no need for ceremony anymore, right?"
"Shut up and fuck me," she growled, arching her hips even higher. The arrogance had returned, but now it was tempered with a visceral need.
Victor spat in his hand, lubricating his already throbbing, aching hard cock. He wasn't gentle. He aligned the swollen head with her entrance and, with a single brutal thrust, buried himself to the hilt.
"FUCK!" he yelled, the sensation of heat and tightness almost unbearable. She was incredibly tight, like a warm velvet glove enveloping every inch of him.
"AAAnnngghhhh~~ Fuck!!" Carmilla screamed too, a hoarse, guttural sound that turned into a long, continuous moan.
The invasion was sudden and complete, filling her in a way she didn't even know was possible. Her inner walls contracted violently around him, trying to adjust to his size.
"S-sweet… hell…" she stammered, her nails digging into the sheet. "It's… too big…"
"Hold on," he ordered, pulling almost completely out before thrusting forcefully again, establishing a heavy, deep rhythm from the start.
Each thrust was a wet, obscene thud, the sound of flesh hitting flesh, mixed with her muffled moans and his hoarse grunts.
SHLAP! SHLAP! PLAP-PLAP-PLAP!
He leaned forward, covering her body with his, and bit her shoulder, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a mark.
One hand gripped one of her breasts, squeezing the flesh tightly, while the other slid down to her clitoris, which was swollen and erect.
"Here," he growled in her ear, rubbing the button with quick, hard circular motions. "Come again. Come on my cock."
The combination of the brutal, deep friction inside her and the precise clitoral stimulation was too much. Carmilla began to tremble uncontrollably, her moans becoming high-pitched cries.
SHLAP! SHLAP! PLAP-PLAP-PLAP!
"V-Victor! Go! I'm… I'm coming! FUCK!"
She clenched around him like a fist, a fresh gush of hot fluids bathing his cock as she had a violent orgasm, her body arched and rigid. Victor didn't slow down… he grew wilder, relishing her tight contractions for his own pleasure.
"You caused this… I was holding back…" he groaned, his hips slamming against her buttocks with a force that promised bruises. "You're so tight! You're driving me crazy!"
The dirty talk seemed to electrify her even more. She nodded, unable to form words, the sounds escaping her were only pure animal ecstasy.
Victor felt the heat building at the base of his spine, an uncontrollable pressure. He was close. With one last effort, he pulled her by the hips, kneeling and pulling her to sit on his lap, her back to him. His cock plunged even deeper in this position, and he could see everything – where they were connected, her pussy stretched and red around his member, the mixed fluids running down her thighs.
He gripped her breasts with both hands, squeezing them as his hips pounded upward at brutal angles.
"Where do you want it?" he growled, his teeth clenched. "Inside this cunt? Or do you want to drink it all?"
"Inside!" she begged, her head thrown back onto his shoulder. "Fill it up! I want to feel it hot!"
The command was the last straw. With a muffled roar, Victor buried himself to his balls and exploded.
"Kya!!!" She screamed as the hot, thick jets of semen flooded her womb, each pulse a wave of pleasure so intense it blurred her vision.
"Urghhttt!!!" He kept pumping, even after emptying, the spasms of orgasm seeming endless.
Carmilla felt the heat spreading inside her, filling every space. It was a primal sensation, of possession and fertility, that triggered another orgasm, weaker but still intense, making her shudder and sob against him.
'Holy shit,' she thought, not because it was bad… actually… 'I want this… every day… forever…'
For a long moment, they both lay still, panting, united by sweaty, brutal sex. The air in the room smelled of sex, sweat, and semen.
Victor finally loosened his embrace, letting his penis slide out of her with a wet sound. A creamy stream of their fluids immediately mingled, running down her thighs and staining the sheets.
He fell to the side on the bed, pulling her with him. She came, limp and compliant, nestling against his sweaty chest. He looked at her face, still marked by dry traces of her first orgasm, her eyes half-closed in exhausted weariness.
'Will I be a good husband?' he said, his voice rough but now without malice. Carmilla opened one eye, a tired, genuine smile touching her swollen lips.
"I think I won a great rebirth prize," she murmured, her hand finding his on the bed. "What a nice prize…"
'Yeah, I also won an incredible rebirth prize…' Victor thought, laughing inwardly…
"So… how about now you let me sit on your dick while I suck your blood? I'm kind of out of it… and I need to recover my energy." Carmilla asked shamelessly… in fact, she was quite arrogant as always.
"Hahaha" Victor just laughed, and his dick was already hard as a rock, "Well, you seem quite determined."