Chapter 211: A Night Before War**

Chapter 211: Chapter 211: A Night Before War**

Lucian started moving. Slow at first. His hips drew back, then pushed forward. Slide. Clara’s walls tightened around him — hot, wet, suffocatingly tight. She gasped against his neck, her fingernails digging into his shoulders.

"Fuck... you’re so tight," Lucian groaned, his hands gripping her hips.

"Mmmh... and you’re so big," Clara whispered, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Now, stop teasing me and fuck me properly like a man."

Lucian obliged with a smirk. He pulled back until only the tip remained inside, then slammed forward. Slap. The sound echoed through the room. Clara’s back arched off the bed as it rocked beneath them. Creak. Creak. The headboard tapped against the wall.

"YES! Right there!" Clara screamed.

Lucian grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand. His thrusts intensified — harder, faster, deeper. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Clara’s breasts bounced with every impact. Her silver eyes rolled back. Her silver hair splayed across the pillow like a halo.

"You feel so good," Lucian growled, his crimson eyes locked onto hers.

Clara’s response was a broken moan. "Ahhh... harder... fuck me harder..."

"I’m going to cum inside you," Lucian growled, his voice rough and low.

"Do it... fill me up... I want it..."

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

Lucian slammed deep in one final, powerful stroke. SLAP. His cock throbbed. His hot, thick cum erupted inside her. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Clara’s walls milked him, clenching rhythmically as her own orgasm crashed through her.

"AHHH—!" Clara’s back arched off the bed. Her legs trembled around his waist. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, squeezing every drop. Squelch. Squelch.

Lucian collapsed on top of her, his chest heaving. Pant. Pant. Cum leaked from where they were joined, pooling on the silk sheets beneath them. Drip. Drip.

Clara stroked his hair, her fingers trembling. "That was... incredible."

Lucian pulled out slowly. Schlorp. A thick stream of cum followed, dripping from her swollen pussy. Drip. Clara shuddered at the sensation.

She pushed him onto his back. Bounce. Lucian landed on the mattress. She crawled over him — her long silver hair cascading around them like a curtain. Her hand found his cock which was still hard, glistening with their mixed fluids.

"You’re still this hard after cumming that much?" Clara smirked, stroking him slowly. Squelch. Squelch. Her fingers slid along the length, slick with cum and her own juices.

"What can I say, this evil temptress body of yours keeps turning me on," Lucian said, a faint smile on his lips.

"Pervert." Clara lowered her head. Her tongue traced the tip of his cock. Lick. She tasted herself on him, mixed with his cum. Her tongue swirled around the head. Lick. Lick.

Lucian groaned. "Clara..."

She took him into her mouth. Schlorp. Inch by inch as she swallowed his cock slowly, her lips tight around his shaft. Her tongue worked the underside as she bobbed her head. Schlop. Schlop. Schlop. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room.

"Fuck..." Lucian’s hand found the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her silver hair.

Clara sucked harder, taking him deeper. Her throat relaxed. She swallowed around his length. Gluck. Her hand cupped his balls, massaging them gently. Squelch.

"I’m going to—"

Clara pulled back. Pop. She stroked him rapidly as she said with a seductive smile. Squelch. Squelch. "Then cum for me."

Spurt. Spurt. Spurt.

Lucian came, thick ropes of white shooting across her chest and face. Splatter. Splatter. Clara opened her mouth, catching what she could. She swallowed, licking her lips. Lick.

"Mmmh... you taste even better today," she murmured, wiping a strand from her chin with her finger and sucking it clean.

Lucian pulled her up and kissed her. Mwah. He flipped her onto her back again but she pushed against his chest.

"My turn," Clara said, her silver eyes blazing.

She straddled him. Her hips positioned above his still hard cock. She lowered herself. Schlorp. The tip pushed inside. She gasped, her walls stretching around him. Inch by inch, she took him in until he was fully sheathed inside her.

"Fuck... you’re so deep in this position," Clara moaned, her hands on his chest.

She started moving. Slap. Slap. Slap. Her hips rose and fell, riding him with increasing speed. Her breasts bounced with every motion. Lucian’s hands found her waist, guiding her rhythm.

"That’s it... ride me," Lucian groaned.

Clara leaned forward. Her breasts pressed against his chest. Her hips rolled hitting every spot. Squelch. Squelch. Her breathing hitched.

"I’m... close again..."

Lucian grabbed her hips and thrust upward. SLAP. Meeting her rhythm. SLAP. SLAP. The impact made her entire body jolt. Her eyes rolled back.

"AH—! Lucian—!"

She came. Gush. Her walls clamped down, squeezing him. Her body trembled. Lucian followed — thrusting deep one final time. SLAP. Cum erupted inside her again. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Filling her. Overfilling her. Drip. It leaked from her pussy, running down his shaft and pooling on the sheets.

Clara collapsed on his chest. Pant. Pant. Pant. Both of them breathed heavily, bodies tangled, sheets ruined.

But Lucian wasn’t done.

He lifted Clara off him. She gasped. Schlorp. He turned her around — face down, ass up. Her elbows rested on the mattress. Her silver hair fell across her face. Her pussy, dripping with cum, was presented to him.

"Lucian... I don’t know if I can—"

"Is someone already giving up?" Lucian said with a grin.

He positioned himself behind her. His cock pressed against her entrance. He thrust in. Schlorp. Deep

"AH—!" Clara’s fingers gripped the sheets. Creak.

Lucian grabbed her hips and pounded. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Clara’s moans filled the room — muffled against the pillow, then loud, then muffled again as she bit down on the silk.

"Fuck... fuck... fuck... yes... harder... destroy me..."

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Lucian reached forward and grabbed a fistful of her silver hair, pulling her head back gently. Clara’s back arched. Creak. His other hand slapped her ass. SMACK.

"Mmmh—!" Clara gasped, her walls clenching tighter.

He leaned forward. His chest pressed against her back. His lips found her ear. "Cum for me again."

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.

"I’m— Lucian— I’m cumming—!"

Gush. She came again. Her entire body shook. Her walls milked him violently. Lucian thrust deep one final time. SLAP. He came inside her — the third load of the night. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Thick, heavy, overflowing cum streamed down her thighs. Drip. Drip.

They collapsed together. Plop. Soaked in cum and sweat and other fluids.

Silence. Only the sound of their breathing echoed in the room. Pant. Pant.

Clara traced circles on his chest with her finger. "You know," she said between breaths, "we have a war to prepare for tomorrow."

Lucian smirked. "And?"

"And you’ve completely ruined me. I can barely feel my legs even as a vampire."

Lucian kissed her forehead with a smirk. "You’re a Moon Vampire. You’ll recover."

Clara smacked his chest lightly. Pat. "Asshole. I see you’re getting bolder."

They lay in comfortable silence for a few minutes. The New Miami skyline glittered through the window. Cool air drifted in from the balcony.

Clara sat up slowly. Cum dripped from between her thighs. She looked at Lucian with soft, tired eyes. The post-sex glow made her even more beautiful.

"I need to feed," Clara said quietly. "It’s been days since I had blood."

Lucian sat up. He bit his index finger. Pierce. A drop of blood welled up shimmering with the dense mana of an Ancient Vampire. The wound sealed instantly.

He held his finger before Clara’s lips. She took it into her mouth gently. Her tongue pressed against the drop. She swallowed. Gulp.

The effect was immediate. Color flooded her skin. Her silver eyes brightened. A single drop of Ancient Vampire blood could sustain her for months.

She pulled his finger from her mouth and kissed the tip. "Thank you."

Lucian lay back down, pulling her against him. Clara rested her head on his chest, her silver hair spilling across his skin. Within minutes, her breathing slowed as she fell asleep.

Lucian stared at the ceiling. His crimson eyes glowed faintly in the darkness.

Tomorrow, war.

Tonight, peace.