Chapter 214

Chapter 214: Chapter 214

Dulce’s pale skin glistened in the cold afternoon sunlight, his flushed member was limply draped over his stomach, white staining the alluring tip. He barely caught his breath before he was pinned down by the Demon, their contrasting hair intermingling.

Ruoxi seemed content to kiss him until the short winter day came to an end, but Dulce wrenched away first. If he were fed any more aphrodisiacs, he might very well faint dead away.

A breathless sound was pulled out of him when Ruoxi lifted himself to grasp their lengths in a single hand, stroking them in tandem.

Still sensitive from his orgasm, Dulce immediately reached out to quell the Demon’s relentless motion. Ruoxi’s shaft bathed his in clear, floral-scented fluid, it dripped down, slipping into sensitive crevices before pooling on the bed beneath him, soaking the sheets.

It brought about a sublime pleasure that rendered him speechless, back arching slightly when Ruoxi stopped his stroking to place his hand lower, right at the sensitive spot beneath his gradually stiffening length.

The sweet-scented wetness was massaged into the spot until his legs trembled and he tried to pull away, a futile endeavor with the firm grip around his waist.

Rubbed dizzy, Dulce barely noticed the finger that pushed into his slick hole, the tight ring of muscles pliant. Almost at full hardness, his dribbling member added to the slick wetness that coated them both.

Ruoxi fit in two fingers with ease, replacing them with the wet head of his pulsing length, so hard it throbbed. Compared to the thin dribble of dew-scented fluid that dripped out of Dulce’s tip, his spilled out in copious amounts.

Dulce felt it slowly coat his inner walls, it lit a scorching heat in its wake, one that made him want to lower himself a little further on the Demon’s shaft.

Ruoxi lifted one of Dulce’s legs over his shoulder, pressing a kiss to his dainty ankle. "If you recover your ability to harbor emotions..." He started with a soft murmur, hooking Dulce’s other leg around his sculpted waist.

"...give it all to me and no one else." He slammed all the way in after making such a selfish request.

"Ah! Ruoxi!" Dulce gasped out, lips parted. He could feel the clear fluid he had been filled with spilling out around the intrusion, forced out from having nowhere else to go.

Ruoxi paused for the Vampire to adjust to the size of him, fondling his dainty member - a bad habit of his. "Hmmm?" He hummed in assent, watching Dulce slowly thrash his head to the side from the thumb mashing against his sensitive tip.

Dulce couldn’t manage more words, strung up by coils of pleasure which only wound him up tighter and tighter with no release. His vision was blurry, tears washing away the stickiness from his lashes.

Ruoxi felt an unfamiliar ache in his teeth as he released the Vampire’s tormented member, he wanted to bite down on the dainty appendage and then eat him all up. At the thought, he subconsciously pushed in even deeper, the faint bulge that appeared sending a shiver down his spine.

A shudder rocked through Dulce as his sensitive spot was pressed relentlessly, his slick, sensitive walls tightening reflexively which only intensified the pleasure.

Ruoxi didn’t pull out, instead he ground against Dulce with shallow circular motions, leaning in closer. Dulce was surprisingly flexible, the Vampire didn’t make the slightest sound of protest at being nearly folded in half.

"You called for me?" He murmured against the Vampire’s parted lips, a teasing smile in the depths of his dark pink eyes. "Does it hurt?"

Soft, breathless cries ghosted over his lips, sounds that he ate up, his tongue delving into the silken caverns of the Vampire’s mouth.

Dulce’s red eyes were half-closed, crystal teardrops lingering at the corners of his drooping eyes. Even if he could speak, he would be hard-pressed to provide an answer. It didn’t hurt, but the pleasure was so acute it right about did.

Sapped of strength, he could only let his mouth be thoroughly explored, quivering when his tongue was sucked on.

He missed Ruoxi’s warm weight when the Demon separated from the kiss, his half-hearted dissents scattering away much like his sanity when Ruoxi pulled out till only his leaking tip stretched out his reddened hole and then thrusted back in.

The Demon’s motions were slow but forceful, his sweet spot crushed every time he was filled up. The slow measured pace went on for so long he could feel the sensations in his spine, it ran up and down his limbs, making his toes curl.

Dulce wanted to cling to Ruoxi and cry out against his shoulder, so overwhelmed he didn’t quite know what to do with himself. He forced himself to open his teary eyes, finding Ruoxi watching him intently.

Save for the strange color of his eyes, Ruoxi looked perfectly composed, almost like he would break out into his charming smile at any time. On the other hand, he was a teary, wrecked mess, barely able to keep his eyes open.

"I-I thought you... ohh... were hungry," Dulce gathered what was left of his composure to say. Ruoxi’s measured thrusts were torture, leaving him hanging, unable to reach the peak.

Broken down by pleasure like this, a splash of color fell over him, painting his debauched features with an aggrieved expression. It was already starting to darken past the parted curtains, but Ruoxi seemed content to spend the entire night slowly fucking his oversensitive bundle of nerves, over and over again.

Ruoxi paused at that, halfway out of the Vampire, wet, hot hole. He had thought he would never tire of watching Dulce come undone beneath him, but this...

He smiled, beyond pleased with himself. "Can’t I savor my meal?" He asked softly even as he thrust in hard, Dulce’s entire body jolting from the force.

"Ruoxi," Dulce protested tearfully, sinking a hand into the Demon’s hair when he lowered his head to take one of his previously neglected nipples in his mouth.

When Ruoxi lifted his head, the reddened, plump nipple now bore teeth marks, but he did listen to Dulce, speeding up. He held his slender waist and wrapped his other hand around his delicate ankle, possessively keeping him close.

Sparse, harmless snowflakes drifted outside like falling leaves, dissipating into nothing as they fell to the snow-covered ground. It was a late winter evening, the clean, cold air a familiar face.

Hours had passed since they returned from Huayuan, and it was almost time for dinner. Dulce’s once pale skin was now flushed a soft red, more purple red bruises speckling his skin.

His lips were parted soundlessly, his back deeply arched, tousled pale white hair splayed out. He wore an expression of torturous rapture as his pleasure peaked, his orgasming member splurting against his chest, white hanging off the tip of a reddened nipple.

Ruoxi felt Dulce’s walls spasm bewitchingly around him but it was the Vampire’s expression that tipped him over the edge, his release bringing a breathless groan out of him.

He put down Dulce’s leg from his shoulder and leaned forward to press their foreheads together, the needle-point pleasure still cutting through him.

Dulce fainting dead away after his orgasm didn’t surprise him, accustomed to it. Ruoxi fell to the side and took the Vampire with him, his aftermath as maddening as the precipice.

As filling as any form of intimacy was, it couldn’t compare to joining completely. Heat emanated from his glowing gold mark and suffused his entire body, his softening length spurting out more strings of white into Dulce’s already filled belly.

The usual warmth of energy was instead a euphoric heat that left him addled with pleasure. He clung to Dulce, whimpering softly into the curve of the Vampire’s neck, even as he trembled from bliss.

Aftershocks tremulously swept through Dulce as he roused, finding himself tightly held, the Demon’s shaft jerking deep inside him. He let himself be held, a sweet, poignant pleasure radiating from his throbbing prostate.

When the warmth that flowed through Ruoxi started to ease, he had come close to drooling from pleasure, the dew-scented Vampire in his arms grounding him. He could fall asleep like this, cradled in Dulce’s warmth inside and out.

"It’s almost time for dinner," Dulce broke the intimate silence, his soft voice sultry in the aftermath of a tryst.

Ruoxi bit back his protests, reminding himself that Dulce had promised to spend the night with him to keep him... company. He reluctantly pulled away from the Vampire’s neck, picking him up so that they could both clean up.

They both arrived at the dining room in robes, Dulce wearing only one of Ruoxi’s robes and nothing more. It was long enough to drape over his ankles, parting constantly to show his slender legs, his damp hair down around his shoulders.

Even while bearing the marks of intimacy, Dulce was the same as always, absentmindedly giving Caedos a portion of his meal and eating more of desserts than proper food.

Ruoxi could hardly focus on his meal, much like the rest of the Demons, their gazes constantly trailing the Vampire’s every move.