Chapter 45

Chapter 45: Chapter 45

Ruoxi sat up once more, it would be unreasonable for him to keep throwing away such a generous offer. "There’s no need to take your clothes off." He interrupted.

Dulce paused, eyes round with surprise. He shrugged off his coat despite the Incubus’ words, it was particularly warm in the inn room.

Ruoxi pushed a hand through his hair, it was easy to forget this strange Vampire was several hundred years old. He certainly didn’t act his age...

"Have you been with a man before?" He asked curiously, his overcoat finally going off.

Dulce thought seriously about it, as if it were a distant memory. "I believe so," He said calmly without inflection to his voice, his striking features remaining bloodless.

The Vampire’s calm was infectious, it seeped into the growing panic Ruoxi barely kept contained. The shackles were gone from his neck, and after this, he could perhaps taste food for the first time in centuries.

He held out a hand to the Vampire, guiding him to sit on the bed. Dulce’s calm was impressive, with his current strength, a state of hunger would completely drown out anyone close to him.

Yet those clear silver blue eyes were still waiting expectantly, not the faintest hint of wariness in them.

Dulce’s face was expressionless, and his thoughts mostly matched his expression. He simply reminded himself that it didn’t matter how close to dying he would come, at least there would be no excruciating pain.

He went easily when Ruoxi tipped his jaw up, not expecting the Demon to close the distance completely, a gentle pressure on his lips. He didn’t think to close his eyes, getting a close look at Ruoxi’s lowered eyes, his eyelashes fine and long.

The Demon’s tongue prying his lips open was more startling, the taste of flowers filling his tongue and spilling down his throat. It felt like being blood drunk, his body went lax, limbs heavy as he was slowly guided down to the bed.

Ruoxi pulled away, absently licking his lips as he lowered himself down the Vampire’s body. He truly planned to treat this as a simple meal, it was the best for them both.

He skillfully undid the Vampire’s pants, now accustomed to human clothing, bracing himself for the wave of disgust that never came.

He had no interest in intimacy with men before his capture, and now he completely abhorred it, but Dulce was so unobtrusive that all he could see was the bright red fruit the Vampire offered him on his first night of freedom.

The Vampire was as pale as porcelain, and that was the case for every part of his body. Ruoxi didn’t give himself the chance to be put off by it, grasping the Vampire’s length and lowering his head to it at the same time.

With his eyes closed, he could pretend it was simply a fruit. The Vampire tasted like nothing, and he was quiet save for his slow, heavy breathing, it helped Ruoxi focus.

Being in control also helped, his dress shirt damply sticking to his broad back underneath his voluminous hair. There was no helplessness in the pit of his stomach, and the Vampire being average-sized meant that he fit painlessly in his mouth.

Ruoxi opened his eyes when he felt calm enough to do so, reminded that this was tentative. He had yet to confirm for himself the Vampire’s true immortality, it wouldn’t do for him to kill his savior and fall back into his cage.

He pulled back slightly, skilled tongue lingering at that pale tip that drenched his mouth, it was like a refreshing drink of water.

Dulce’s low ponytail had loosened, framing his face with pale, wispy hair. The Vampire had a hand thrown over the lower half of his face, biting down on the inside of his wrist to keep his sounds in.

Save for the dazed look in his drooping eyes, he looked no different than usual, pale skin giving nothing away.

Ruoxi wrenched his gaze away, focusing on getting his ’meal’ over with in the quickest time. He took the Vampire down to the hilt, swallowing around him.

He was struck with the urge to try the red fruit now, he hoped it would be a more riveting taste, to take his mind off the subtle but pleasant taste of the Vampire. He felt Dulce tense underneath him, the faintest sound escaping him.

Ruoxi felt soothing warmth flow from the center of his forehead to the rest of his body, it was nothing like the turbulent, violent, white heat he had become accustomed to. It was comforting, addicting, tempting him to pull another orgasm from the Vampire just to relish it.

He pulled away and sat up, Dulce’s eyes were closed, but he knew that the Vampire hadn’t expired, their contract still stood, and that was enough proof.

If he leaned close enough, he could see the faintest of flush on the Vampire’s porcelain skin, tendrils of his hair sticking to his face. Ruoxi dressed him up, reaching out to pull his wrist away from his face. When he did, he noticed the bloodstains on the inside of his wrist.

Ruoxi held the limp, slender hand, with a look of exasperation. The Vampire had bitten down too hard on his own wrist to remain silent, a requirement he never remembered demanding. He undid the buttons on his sleeves and pulled down the cream, silk to get a better look at the bite wounds. It had healed almost instantly, leaving behind pale, unmarred skin.

No longer starving, he rose off the bed, placing Dulce on the pillows before grabbing his discarded coat and walking off. The warmth on his forehead lingered, it flowed languidly through his veins, filling him with strength yet strangely making him drowsy.

Finding a mirror in the lavish accommodation was easy, glowing gold eyes and mark staring back at him in the mirror. Ruoxi placed a hand over his forehead, sighing. When he pulled away, the mark had faded away, sinking into his skin that had regained its lustre, a much more eye-catching undertone of gold than before.

It had been centuries since he had been fully satiated thus, even when he had been filled to bursting with essence... breaking away from his dark thoughts, he glanced at the door, curious about the unbroken silence.