Chapter 213

Chapter 213: Chapter 213

Ruoxi’s eyes widened, his dim gold eyes flipping to pink. He had never noticed before because he was always the one taking the lead, but Dulce was a skillful kisser.

He was so stunned by the Vampire’s actions that he let himself be pushed down to the bed, his robes half off, Dulce straddling him.

Dulce wasn’t quite sure if there were specific requirements that needed to be met for Ruoxi to eat, but the Demon had never turned down his offer to reciprocate, so he got right to it after breaking off the kiss.

Dark pink eyes followed him with something akin to wonder; Ruoxi’s inky-black hair was splayed out on the bed behind him, his gold-hued lotus mark and horns visible.

The kiss had been devoid of aphrodisiacs, so Dulce’s head remained clear as he easily tugged down the band of the loose pants Ruoxi wore. A drop of glistening fluid smeared against his hand as he reached out to grasp the Demon’s length.

Ruoxi’s shock wore off then, the Demon’s dark pink eyes only made his ravenous hunger all the more visible. While gold eyes gave the impression of viciousness, his heavy-lidded dark pink eyes fully conveyed the sensual intensity that the Cubi embodied.

He caught Dulce’s wrist and pulled the Vampire up his body, interrupting his actions for the second time.

"So eager..." Ruoxi murmured, kissing the inside of his wrist.

Dulce forgot to protest for a moment, distracted by Ruoxi’s eyes. His lips were claimed before he could point them out, his gently sloping Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

Ruoxi broke off the kiss first, his eyes narrowing as he wore a pleased expression. "...Don’t let me get in your way," He continued, sitting up.

Dulce blinked slowly, he felt drunk off lotus wine, his eyes stained red. He felt Ruoxi’s hand in his hair, the Demon’s hand guiding him down to where he had just been pulled up from.

He gasped at the suddenness of it, feeling like his lungs were full of pink mist. He recovered quickly, his slender hands grasping Ruoxi’s dripping length.

The hand in his hair tightened subtly but Dulce barely noticed it, lowering his head to the Demon’s tip. It tasted even more potent than his kisses, like biting down on an actual flower.

Dulce popped the Demon’s slick head into his mouth, his hands gliding easily from the wetness. He could only take in a little, reminded in a haze that Ruoxi could fully swallow him to the hilt, and with ease too.

He was partly on his knees on the bed next to the Incubus, the hand in his hair gently caressing as he tentatively bobbed his head. His motions were far from fluid, the wet, sweet proof of the Demon’s arousal threatening to choke him.

Dulce pulled off with a wet sound, lips glistening with precum. It dripped down his jaw, and even lower, slipping into the collar of his sweater. His hand never stopped moving even then, his serious expression at odds with his alluring features.

His soft red eyes were teary, flushed from aphrodisiacs and arousal, and his hair was disheveled, a fine-boned hand grabbing a fistful of his soft, pale hair.

Ruoxi’s eyes emptied at the sight, wrenching away his hand before he gave in to the dark urge to thrust deeper into the Vampire’s mouth. The pleasure was liquid in his veins, one that scorched and left nothing behind, exacerbating his hunger.

But he didn’t stop Dulce, they had all day and night after all, and he bloomed at the Vampire’s attention.

Dulce was meticulous, and in a few short moments, he had started to get accustomed to pleasuring the Demon with his mouth. He took the Demon in deeper every time, learning to swallow around him instead of pulling off.

Ruoxi tightened his fists around the sheets in favor of Dulce’s hair, far from composed. He had merely wanted to indulge the Vampire, he hadn’t expected the sensations to take him apart.

His robes were bunched around his powerful shoulders, his breaths stilted, his mouth pooling from the pleasure. The Vampire’s mouth was a hot, wet sheath that tugged him up the side of a precipice with no summit.

Dulce only sped up, there was little use for his hands now, the Demon’s branding length like a sword down his throat. The sounds produced were obscene, Ruoxi was like a fountain, the Demon drenched them both, tensed up underneath him.

Ruoxi’s head was thrown back, harsh pants and soft groans pulled out of him. Before his capture, he always took the lead, an attentive lover who unwittingly kept a distance from his partners.

And after losing autonomy for centuries, he was even less inclined to be vulnerable. But in the face of sheer want and desire, nothing else existed, torn apart by an orgasm that was pulled out of him by a distracted, unassuming Vampire.

Dulce had to pull off Ruoxi, strands of white pearls scattered all over his face and spilling past his reddened lips. He closed an eye, his pale lashes sticky.

Next to him, Ruoxi was on his back, completely floored, Dulce’s name still on the tip of his tongue.

Dulce took off his sweater to wipe his face, his worried expression remaining. "Are you alright?"

The taste of Ruoxi had been pleasant, but he had been forced to pull off from the sheer amount of the Demon’s release. Even now, his body still glistened from the opalescent fluid, his ruined sweater discarded to the side.

Ruoxi chuckled humorlessly at Dulce’s question, the Vampire had nearly made his lungs seize from pleasure, yet he remained untainted. The emptiness he felt was filled, but he was far from sated.

He sat up and shrugged off his robe, "Never better."

The pink, lotus-scented mist no longer spilled out of him, his usual charming light returning to his now dark pink eyes.

Dulce straightened up with a relieved expression, his pants were uncomfortably tight, but he paid no mind to it. "You should rest to fully recover," He advised, making to get off the bed. "I’ll..."

Ruoxi caught him by his waist and pulled him up against him, his back to the Demon’s chest. "Where are you running off to?"

Dulce looked over his shoulder at him, painfully aware of the Demon’s hardness beneath him.

"You promised to feed me, and I’m still hungry," He demanded without reservations, his hands freely trailing over Dulce’s bare body.

Dulce’s breath hitched as Ruoxi nuzzled the side of his neck that didn’t have his mating bite. He was always drunk off aphrodisiacs whenever he got intimate with the Incubus, it made him even more sensitive, arousal burning him up.

He inched gently to the side and placed a hand over Ruoxi’s hardened length, "Do you need me to take you in my mouth again?" He asked with a naive mix of harmlessness and earnestness.

Ruoxi muffled a groan against the side of Dulce’s neck, driven to the brink. He knew Dulce could never harbor feelings for him, yet the Vampire was naturally adept at dragging him down deeper into the mire of emotions.

Misreading Ruoxi’s reaction for hunger pangs, Dulce tried to pull away to make another attempt to ease his hunger.

But Ruoxi held on tight, grasping Dulce’s jaw to plant a possessive kiss on his lips. His other hand undid the Vampire’s pants as he kissed him, slipping in to fondle him.

Dulce shivered when his sensitive tip was rubbed, the cramped space adding to the pleasure. Ruoxi kissed him all the while, teasing him endlessly until he squirmed and whimpered into the kiss.

And even when they separated from the wet kiss, the stimulation didn’t ease. The hand that once held his jaw now pinched his reddened nipples, fresh marks bitten into his neck and collarbones before the previous ones had even begun to fade.

He threw his head back against Ruoxi’s shoulder, clinging to the arm that stroked and squeezed him masterfully. He bit his lips to keep his sounds in out of habit, shuddering from the novel sensations.

Dulce buried his face into Ruoxi’s arm as his climax rocked through him, crying out softly. It felt sticky and hot, Ruoxi’s large hand still gently rubbing his sensitized head even as he trembled from the aftershocks.

He tightened his hold on Ruoxi’s arm when the Demon squeezed him mercilessly, even as his limp length pulsed in his hold, overstimulated. He lifted his head to look at him, "E-Enough, it’s too much."

Ruoxi’s eyes gleamed at the Vampire’s weak protests, but he did retrieve his hand, content to hold him while he periodically jolted in his arms.

In the absence of Ruoxi’s hands, Dulce’s pants rubbed against his sensitive member. Expensive though it was, it still felt rough against his tender tip.

Limp from pleasure, he was laid on his back before he could do something about the discomfort he felt, relieved when he was completely undressed.