Chapter 237

Chapter 237: Chapter 237

The short walk to Ruoxi’s room was silent, the Incubus walked behind him so he couldn’t even gauge his expression. Dulce pushed open the door when they got to their destination, hesitating at the last moment.

He felt a broad chest bump into his back and before he could react, an arm slipped around his waist. He was guided into the room, the door closing shut behind them.

Dulce curbed the urge to pull away, he never had the patience for intimate relationships. But that hardly mattered because most all creatures had finite lifespans, especially humans. However, he had had an endless line of intimate partners - a millennium was a long time.

He glanced over his shoulder, a faint furrow on his brow; countless partners and not once had he been on the receiving end. So how did he get himself into such an entanglement?

Ruoxi lightly caught his jaw and held him in place for a kiss, an arm still around his waist. Dulce didn’t passively wait to be kissed, meeting the Demon head on, tongue meeting teeth.

He made a soft sound in his throat when wetness filled his mouth, the intoxicating taste of sweet lotus spreading on his tongue. His options were to pull away or swallow, the aphrodisiacs spreading warmth through him as they filled his belly.

The gentle hand on his jaw tightened and the kiss deepened even further, it disrupted his balance, making him rely on Ruoxi’s hand to keep him upright. His mouth was easily dominated, his eyes growing heavy-lidded.

When they separated from the kiss, Dulce felt unsteady on his feet, drawing in harsh breaths. It meant that he had no defenses up when he was swept off his feet, instinctively clinging to Ruoxi’s shoulders when his feet left solid ground.

Ruoxi’s dark pink eyes held inscrutable emotions, the Demon’s charmingly handsome face wore an unfamiliar cold expression, silent all the while.

Dulce reluctantly let himself be carried around, unwilling to give up the lead, but also uninterested in putting in effort. If it were up to him, their companionship would have been platonic at best.

He fell into bed with Ruoxi, they were both in night robes, the Demon’s unbelted robes already slipping down his powerful shoulders.

Dulce should have known when Ruoxi still kept him in his arms, he should have broken away when he still could. A shaky gasp slipped out of him when a large palm cupped him over the refined cotton of his pajama bottoms.

The fabric made the slide smooth, another hand undoing the belt of his robe. The lapels of his robes fell apart, revealing his neck down to his slight waist.

Ruoxi’s caresses were forceful, his sensitive nipples pinched as a bruise was sucked onto the skin of his neck. Dulce anchored himself on the Demon’s thighs which bracketed his waist, keeping him in place.

His stimulated member leaked copiously, the wetness seeping through his pants. Ruoxi wrapped his fist around the tip of his erection, his thumb rubbing over the sensitized head and inside his wet slit, all through the soaked fabric.

The sharp pleasure strung Dulce up tight like a bow, his lips parting around an unrestrained moan. Tears stung his eyes, giving his pale blue eyes a glassy quality.

He grasped Ruoxi’s wrist with both hands in a bid to quell the rough pleasure that burned hot enough to skirt around pain. "Are you not here to eat?" He demanded, his breathlessness softening his tone.

Ruoxi lifted his head from the Vampire’s red pockmarked neck, his expression composed despite the golden lotus mark visible on his forehead. "I am."

Dulce extricated himself from the Demon’s hold, he didn’t take off his unbelted robe, kicking off his soaked pants instead. Gold-blond hair framed his flushed face as he propped himself against pillows on the headboard.

He propped his jaw against a bent knee, his other leg falling to the side to reveal his flushed hardness, a thin trail of slick hanging down his reddened tip.

"Then get to it." He directed calmly.

Ruoxi waited for the irritation to bubble up, waited for himself to remember his pride, but neither happened, instead, electricity arced through him - Dulce endlessly taking the initiative was a novelty.

He closed the distance, settling in between the Vampire’s brazenly parted legs. The candlelight highlighted the new warmth in Dulce’s skin, his slender legs a pale gold with an undertone of sensual pink.

Dulce’s breath hitched when Ruoxi’s tongue laved over his rubbed raw tip, the hand supporting his jaw falling away as he was sucked into the hot wetness of the Demon’s mouth.

Ruoxi’s generously given and potent aphrodisiac had been akin to Huayuan flower wine to him when he was without his heart, but now that his tolerance was non-existent, he found that he quickly lost control of his situation.

His member was completely swallowed down, every inch of sensitive skin tingling after essentially being dipped in aphrodisiac.

Dulce soon had a hand in Ruoxi’s hair, his head thrown back against the headboard. His stomach tensed, Ruoxi’s administrations had only began, yet he was already hurtling towards his climax.

It was embarrassing, but he was in no more control of himself than he was of the situation, crying out tremulously as his orgasm seized him, completely unaware of the wet fingers breaching his furled entrance.

Dulce pressed his thighs closed around Ruoxi’s head, his eyes tightly shut, tears seeping out of the corners. His orgasm was maddening, it stripped him of autonomy for a long moment, leaving him unable to do little else but ride out the wave of pleasure, his entire body trembling.

His flushed chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, his wild hair partially obscuring his dazed expression. The pleasure didn’t fade, instead it changed from overwhelming to sublime, a sweet ache pulsing from his jolting member to the sensitive walls of his ass.

"R-Ruoxi..." He slurred when the Demon’s fingers pressed against the sensitive bundle of nerves, his softening member erupting once more.

He had wanted to stop the Demon, after all, he had already eaten, every drop of his first orgasm greedily swallowed down. But the pleasure was unforgiving, it made his eyes roll back in his head, his body jolting. It made him forget to breathe for a moment, gasping out sobs when he finally remembered to.

Even when Ruoxi pulled out his fingers, sensations still washed over him rhythmically, the pleasure pulsing deep within. The Incubus was wet as always, slicking him up with potent aphrodisiac. The breach came without pain although some time had passed since he had last been filled.

Copious amounts of slick spilled into him from Ruoxi’s leaking tip, the Demon was outdoing himself in that regard, a subtle curve to Dulce’s flat stomach from the sheer volume of precum.

The constant application of aphrodisiac made Dulce sob, his tip dribbling milky white constantly. Ruoxi had yet to move, the Incubus waited patiently for him to grow accustomed to his size, his self-control impressive.

Dulce shivered when Ruoxi bottomed out, he didn’t remember being put on his back, Ruoxi pinning him down to the bed. There was no chance of taking the lead then, barely unable to keep himself conscious, the pleasure was nothing he had ever experienced before.

He trashed his head from side to side, weak sobs of Ruoxi’s name spilling past his bruised and bitten lips. Every lazy thrust forced out another glob of pearlescent liquid, that when Ruoxi started to pick up the pace, Dulce release had gone completely clear.

The Vampire could barely make a sound, clear slick spilling from the reddened slit of his half-life-hard member. His lips were rounded in a silent moan, his slender back arching off the bed.

Ruoxi’s jaw was clenched as he took Dulce in; the Vampire lost in the throes of pleasure was a sight to behold, his dark red robe barely clinging to his forearms. Dulce’s hole sucked him in desperately, tears stained his lashes, his delicate features twisted in an expression of torment.

He gathered the Vampire in his arms, his self-control wavering in the face of Dulce’s intense reaction to the casual joining of their bodies. Dulce had passed out often when they got intimate, but even then, the Vampire remained composed and cold.

It couldn’t have been more different from the moment they were having, Dulce seemed completely unable to hold back his intoxication, clinging desperately to him in every way he could.

The pleasure strumming up Ruoxi’s veins stained his lotus mark bloody, the gold-hued mark a pink so dark it was almost red. He buried his face in the Vampire’s slender neck, biting down even as his waist pistoned forward, burying himself in Dulce’s tight heat, over and over again.

His orgasm filled his vision with white, Dulce’s pulsing hole drawing out his release. He bit down on the veins of fire crisscrossing over Dulce’s slender neck without realizing, too far gone to notice the heat stinging his sharp teeth.