Chapter 232

Chapter 232: Chapter 232

Dulce slowed to a stop in front of Ruoxi’s room, realizing as the floral scent in the air thickened that he was still in nothing but a bathrobe.

His expression grew grave as he faced the doors, expressive reluctance on his delicate features as he pushed them open and strode in.

The doors had barely closed behind him when he was pinned against them, the wall of scent pressing him down as much as the Demon did.

Dulce placed a hand over the Demon’s lower face, his hand and a few inches of space the only barrier between them. He was composed despite the ravenous look in Ruoxi’s dark pink eyes, his lotus mark burning vibrantly.

He had been so occupied with how to go about resolving the Incubus’ hunger that he forgot to brace himself for a situation like this. His vision was going hazy and it had everything to do with the pink mist filling the room.

"I came to have a conversation," Dulce said levelly, his words a sharp contrast to his current position.

Ruoxi wasn’t listening, his tongue swiping out to lick the inside of the Vampire’s palm. He caught Dulce’s wrist when the Vampire pulled away, pressing in even closer, strands of his black hair scattering around him.

"You came." His voice was low and breathy, his gaze fevered.

Dulce was unimpressed, realizing that he should have had this conversation before things became this dire. "To discuss... let go," He cut himself off to bite out.

Ruoxi had caught his wrist and brought his fingers to his lips. The Incubus’ mouth was hot and wet, and it sent unwanted shivers down his spine.

Silver blue eyes stared up defiantly but he didn’t pull away, confronted with the unfamiliar sentiment of being unable to bring harm to another. It was unsettling and terrifying, it made him tremble.

Ruoxi felt him trembling and freed his fingers to claim his lips instead, completely obscuring the Vampire from view.

Dulce broke off the kiss first, his head spun, the blue of his eyes stained red. He pushed the Demon off him, the doors behind him the only thing keeping him from crumbling to the polished floors.

He muttered a curse underneath his breath, his intimacy with four Demons was starting to look like the least complicated part of their entanglement. He had been forced to rip out the throats of the people he once completely trusted and he hadn’t hesitated, yet...

He pushed away from the door and caught the stunned Demon by his open lapels, pulling him across the room to the bed.

Ruoxi let it happen, being pushed off had cleared up some of the ravenous hunger. He watched Dulce quietly, the Vampire’s gold hair was unfamiliar but his gestures were painfully so.

"Turn around," Dulce directed when they got to the edge of the Demon’s bed.

His voice was languid but his movements were precise. He needed to feed the Incubus for a final time and then cleanly cut the ties that bound him to all four - the Demons were too dangerous to keep around.

Ruoxi turned around blankly, leaving himself completely open with even a hint of wariness. He didn’t resist even when his arms were pulled back and his hands were bound, a lost expression on his face.

He turned around again when Dulce directed him to, saying nothing although there were questions brimming in his eyes, wary of the answers he would receive. He fell back easily when he was pushed down, sitting on the edge of his bed with his wrists bound behind him.

Dulce closed the distance, his expression was cold but his skin was suffused with heat. "Don’t take your binds off." He ordered coldly.

He had bound the Demon’s hands with the silk ties that held up his hair, tousled gold hair pooling around his shoulders as they were freed from their restraints. He knew that Ruoxi could easily break through the measly binds if he wanted to, and he disliked admitting it, but he also knew that that the Demon wouldn’t do so because he requested it.

Ruoxi said nothing to his demand but his hands remained behind him. His dark pink eyes were dim, without even the faintest spark of light, it made the usually charming Demon appear forbidding.

Dulce lowered his gaze as he lowered himself to his knees, the deep flush that drenched his skin not entirely from the influence of aphrodisiacs. His motions were fluid despite his avoidant gaze and burning cheeks, reaching for the silk pajama bottoms Ruoxi favored.

The Demon’s size gave him pause, but he had unfortunately done this before so he wasn’t completely daunted, wrapping his hands around his rock hard length to slowly stroke a few times.

Ruoxi didn’t make a sound but he tensed up, watching Dulce so intently that he forgot to blink, thin red veins popping out in the whites of his eyes.

The Vampire’s usual dazed expression layered over his stubborn but flushed face made his ears ring. It was like a blank picture had been filled with color and emotion, Dulce unable to lift his drowsy red eyes the entire time.

Dulce didn’t waste any time if he could help it, bringing his lips to the Demon’s tips. The familiar, sweet taste of lotus made his heart race. He would never willingly get on his knees for anyone but he could barely even focus on that at the moment.

The Demon was heavy on his tongue, stretching out the capacity of his mouth as mildly sweet lotus nectar spilled down his throat. The second time was mortifyingly easier than the first, a wet sound slipping from his throat as it was filled.

His red eyes misted over, Ruoxi’s sopping wet shaft threatening to fill his belly with aphrodisiacs long before the Demon was satisfied. It was overwhelming, and closing his eyes only made the sensations more prominent.

The glide of the Demon’s hot wet underside against his tongue, the feeling of fullness as his throat was penetrated over and over. He picked up the pace, taking Ruoxi as deep as he could go and swallowing around him.

Dulce wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible, his internal temperature rising uncomfortably. Shameful pleasure burned his nerve ends, it pooled in the corners of his eyes and clumped his lashes.

It was easy to blame the natural aphrodisiacs of Cubi Demons, but he knew that he didn’t detest the act. It filled him with mortification which in turn increased his sensitivity, it was maddening.

It would have been much easier to have Ruoxi do this to him instead, after all, they had done it that way for so long it would have perhaps been less mortifying.

But he hadn’t wanted to be at the mercy of the Demon, unwilling to completely give up control in that way. So instead, here he was, on his knees, a hot, lotus-scented member down his throat.

He used his vampiric speed to his advantage, speeding up in increments because he was still plagued by his troublesome inability to cause harm to any of the Demons.

Despite that, it felt like he had been on his knees for several minutes, and the entire time, Ruoxi hadn’t made a sound. At first, it had been preferable, he could just tune out the Demon and focus on the task at hand.

But after being at it for a while, soaked inside and out from the Demon’s floral scented fluids, it was excruciating. No longer able to hold back, he lifted his eyes to find that Ruoxi hadn’t looked away the entire time.

In the split moment that their gazes met, the Demon’s shaft was deep in his throat, so his sudden release was startling. It took a few moments of the unique taste of the Demon uncomfortably filling him up for him to realize what was happening.

Dulce pulled off with a gasp, a terrible idea all around because Ruoxi was still pulsing in his grasp. Globs of pearlescent fluid painted his face, it stained his lips and tongue, forcing him to close an eye as it dripped off the edge of his long, pale gold lashes.

There was little else to do but sit on his knees until the Demon’s release tapered off to a milky white dribble. Dulce let go of his still hard length then, undoing the belt that tied his bathrobe close so he could wipe his face.

As his flushed collarbones were revealed, one last spurt stained them sticky and translucent. He shot Ruoxi a frosty look, but it was tainted by the debauched image he painted, the reddened corners of his drooping eyes thawing the chill of his gaze.

Dulce wiped his face and rose to his feet, his composed mannerisms only emphasizing the sensuality he exuded. "Now, onto the conversation."

Ruoxi hadn’t taken off his binds the entire time, there was only a little warmth to his previously pale skin, a hint of tiredness still in his eyes. "I’m still hungry." He spoke up for the first time, his hoarse voice lazy.