Chapter 217

Chapter 217: Chapter 217

"Then you should drink more so that you don’t succumb to the poison in my absence." Asael played along, getting on the bed and pulling Dulce down with him.

Dulce nodded in agreement, a serious expression on his face. That he could easily do.

He crawled up the Shadow Demon’s body, Asael was dressed in a black dress shirt and grey waistcoat, and he had to undo the top buttons of his shirt to get to his neck.

Asael calmly rested his hands on Dulce’s waist, letting the Vampire act freely. His white hair was tightly bound behind him, thin wisps framing his cold, handsome face.

Dulce was in another sweater, his hair down his back. He tucked his hair behind an ear as he leaned forward. He had drunk Asael’s blood before but he had yet to bite him, so he did so gently and with care.

Despite the color of Asael’s blood, it tasted no different, the metallic tang cool as it ran down his throat. He pulled away shortly, reminded of how long he had slept the last time he drank down an entire jug of Asael’s blood.

He sat back, his eyes a soft red as he looked up to find Asael staring down at him. "I’ll get off you so you can sleep," Dulce said a little drowsily as he moved to get off.

Asael tightened his hold on the Vampire’s waist to keep him in place, "I’m not sleepy yet," He pointed out, slipping his hands into the Vampire’s clothes.

Dulce suppressed a shiver, losing his sweater, "Am I not a distraction?" He asked quietly.

His night with Ruoxi was still fresh in his mind, the Incubus had barely gotten any sleeping done with his presence.

Asael took in the Vampire, his body and face at complete odds with one another. Those clear blue eyes were genuine, Dulce was truly worried about him being unable to get any sleep, but the Vampire’s body was a canvas, covered end to end with alluring colors of intimacy.

Because Dulce didn’t expend the effort to retain the marks, even the ones from the night before had begun to fade, save for the vibrant mating bite nestled in the curve of his pale neck. The thin veins of crackling fire were a threat to ward off anyone but Caedos, but Asael lightly touched it, his eyes empty black holes.

"One I don’t mind," He murmured, applying pressure on the mark like he was completely oblivious to the stinging heat of it.

The wave of pleasure it caused weakened Dulce, his red eyes misting over. Asael finally retrieved his hand after fiddling with the bite to his fill, Dulce a puddle in his arms.

He had bitten back his protests and his sounds, soft red lips plump, his pants uncomfortable. His neck throbbed, in tandem with his constricted but aroused member.

"I do need to read some letters before I sleep," Asael said indifferently, caressing Dulce’s slender waist to help him recover from the previous stimulation.

It wasn’t cold in Asael’s castle so Dulce barely noticed the loss of his sweater. "Will you go to bed afterwards?" He asked curiously as he was helped off the bed.

Asael warped to his study, before he responded, taking the Vampire with him. "We’ll see," He kept his answer vague, his ball of shadows forming in his hand.

Dulce had been to the Shadow Demon’s study before when he was searching for a map of Noctyrn. It was evident that Asael spent a lot of time in the room, shelves lined the walls heavy with books, and even his reading table wasn’t spared.

"Hold onto this for me," Asael gave the Vampire his shadows, walking over to the reading table.

There was a chair but he didn’t make use of it, picking up a stack of letters to look through them. He opened the first one, the parchment devoid of words. Despite this, he was focused on it, his eyes scanning the page like there were words on it.

Dulce didn’t pay the Demon much attention, distracted by the entertaining ball of shadows he was given. Turning away from Asael, he hugged the sizeable ball close, it really felt like no material he had ever touched before.

It was pleasant to the touch and malleable, it didn’t take long before he was trying to stretch it out again. This time though, it didn’t go like he expected - where he would stretch it until it hit its limit and then constrict him.

The ball melted as soon as he attempted to stretch it out, flowing over his hands and down his elbows. It seemed to have a mind of its own, wrapping around his bare waist and crawling up his torso.

Dulce turned to Asael in confusion but the Shadow Demon’s back was to him, engrossed in reading letters. So he decided to deal with it himself, it wasn’t like it would harm him.

The shadows had presence, so he could feel it as it encircled his body, drawing in a sharp breath when a nipple was engulfed by the darkness. It was difficult to pull it off him and even more harder to return it to its previous shape.

The stimulation was hard to ignore now, it pulsed and undulated around him, giving the sensation of tongue against skin. The shadows climbed higher still, a vine-like tendril snaking around his neck.

That was enough for him to ask for assistance, "Asa..." His words were cut off by a more thicker shadow vine plunging past his parted lips, it filled his mouth and rubbed against his throat, robbing him of breath and the ability to speak.

Asael turned around then, his dark gaze disinterested like he had turned around to see Dulce stretching out the shadows. The Vampire’s red eyes drooped, the wet corners flushed with heat. The movements of the shadows could be seen through the fragile skin of his neck.

The shadows didn’t go below the waist but his arousal was already straining against the pants he still wore, a wet patch slowly seeping through it.

Dulce didn’t try to pull off the shadows again, slowly lowering himself to the marble floor as he lost strength in his legs. It wasn’t difficult to understand that Asael was behind it this time, he had barely stretched out the shadows and they did far more than just constrict him.

The shadow vine around his neck tightened, making him all the more aware of the tentacle plunging deep into his throat. His nipples were hidden from sight and his chest burned with heat, the exquisite stimulation never easing up.

Muddled-headed from the pleasure, he reached down with his hands to ease some of the discomfort in his loins. He was sitting on his knees as he squeezed himself over his pants with trembling fingers. He couldn’t say if it was to alleviate the pressure or to quell his pleasure, but it sent streaks of electricity arcing through him.

Dulce’s moans were muffled in his throat, his flushed chest heaving. He felt a little lightheaded, tears spilling out the corners of his eyes.

Just as he undid his pants to free his throbbing member, he felt the peculiar sensation of the shadows wrapping around his wrists. His hands were pulled behind him and bound tightly, restraining him.

Asael had given up on paying attention to the letters written with shadow text, turning fully to face Dulce. He leaned against the edge of the table, his arms crossed, his expression placid.

The shadows were a part of him, so as weapons, it was like fighting with a body part. The pain of using a bone to parry a sword was something he had long grown used to, but the tight, wet grasp of the Vampire’s mouth was disconcerting.

Tendrils of shadows slipped into Dulce’s pants, lowering it even further. His arousal was pale with an undertone of pink, his leaking head flushed red. He was quickly wrapped up by shadows, the vines stroking him.

His tip was completely covered by the roiling black mass, his eyes going wide when he felt a needle-thin intrusion pushing into his slit. He looked at Asael to find the Demon watching him intently but making no move to release him.

His soft red eyes nearly went cross eyed when he felt the shadow push deeper and deeper into his urethra, shuddering from the intensity of the feeling. With his slit filled, the pleasure crested with no outlet, his hands clenching and unclenching behind him.

Asael walked over to gently hold his jaw, and for the first time, the shadows filling his throat retreated, his lips glistening as he gasped for air.

The Vampire was on his knees so Asael had to bend at the waist and lower his head for a kiss, it was gentle, at complete odds with the cruel stimulation inside and outside his member. The tendril sliding in and out of his urethra occasionally brushed the entrance to his bladder, the dangerous pleasure bringing tears to his eyes.