Still, as tempted as she might be, Arlette still had enough of a firm grasp on her reality to know turning wasn't something she wanted. It had never particularly appealed to her. And as much as her mind was becoming more curious about Blood, that remained mostly the case.

Also, she was well aware of how feeding worked between two Vampires: It didn't.

Vampires can't feed on one another. Tasting each other's blood has none of the benefits and effects shared between a Vampire and their human/humanoid victim. And when Arlette's mind remembered just how it felt to feel Caius's fangs in her… the heady pleasure of knowing she was contributing to his growth— really, what could beat that.

Her grip on Caius's wrists tightened, seemingly unknown to her as she surged forward and dragged her tongue along his neck. The wound she had made in his neck had closed up so there was no blood to taste but it didn't really matter. The taste of him—freshly cleaned from the bath—was enough.

She let out a groan directly into Caius's ear then as she rocked her body against his, pushing him harder against the edge of the bath and feeling the hardness of his member pressed up against her stomach.

She still had her robe on. The material clung quite well to her breasts and the ample assets held it in place so Caius's face hadn't quite been treated to the beautiful sight of them without coverage.

He would have tipped his head to take in the wonderful shape but Arlette had just grabbed his earlobe and she bit down quite hard. Any harder and she would have bitten it clean off.

Caius couldn't help but groan at the pain and Arlette chuckled at the sound. Her body was trembling so intensely, Caius suspected she might have climaxed.

"Gentle?" She asked in a voice dropped as low as she could get it. Making it just the right amount of husky that Caius found so sexy, his cock, already at 'max turgidity', grew a good few more inches in width.

Gulping at the sensations going through his body, Caius struggled to find his voice at first. And when he did find it, the most he could manage was a questioning sound in his throat.

"Hmm?"

Arlette chuckled even more.

"Gentle," she repeated, "I'm asking you if you'd like me to be more gentle with you. I mean, you are still very frail. How much could your body take?"

Caius tried to speak but only managed sounds so he cleared his throat and tried again.

"I'm good, actually," he said, "You go on."

He added a shrug. Or at least, he tried to add a shrug but with Arlette's grip on his wrists, there was only so much he could move his shoulders.

Arlette raised a brow and let a few seconds pass like she was waiting for him to take it back. But Caius didn't. He really seemed to be in it for the long haul.

So Arlette continued. She pressed down on his wrists to keep them down and began to move, trailing her nails across his arms and digging in hard enough to make the sensation feel a lot more than just ticklish and create white lines that became welts but not so hard to draw blood.

She did this with both of Caius's arms and the result was him trembling while occasionally thrusting his lower half at her. Arlette welcomed the contact that their bodies made because of this. Her pussy produced more juice than they had altogether today because the situation excited her a lot more than she had expected. Still, she controlled herself. She kept her smile the same. Kept the reactions of her body so natural, she doubted Caius noticed anything different.

She was right. He didn't.

His groans just got deeper and deeper. The micro-reactions of his body—none of which were missed by Arlette—got more and more intense. But Arlette stayed the course. Pausing her nail scratching only once to press down especially hard and come as close as she could to drawing blood without actually doing so.

And how was Arlette able to accomplish this control of herself?

Realistically, the sounds escaping Caius's lips should have sent her into a tailspin of desire she couldn't even possibly dream of controlling.

How was she still so capable of remaining in such domineering control?

The answer; Anger.

What started this off at all was Caius telling her to let it out after her anger got her biting so hard into him she was drawing blood.

Anger can be such a powerful boost for passion. Because passion can be a very good way to channel emotions one has no idea how to deal with the 'normal' way. And that was how Arlette was feeling.

Really, she was at war with herself.

One part of her mind insisted Caius had nothing to apologize for. That whatever secret he kept, he had suffered enough from it—the near-fatal attack that broke his chest—that Arlette should be letting go of all anger. This part of her mind can be considered the rational one.

The other part of her mind insisted that although Caius had suffered, she still had the right to vent. That it didn't matter if he felt she didn't deserve to know what he knew, she should still be allowed to express the frustrations she had felt. This could be considered the irrational part of her mind.

Because of this mental battle happening within her head—one she had yet to resolve—Arlette was basically only suppressing her emotions. Getting it washed away by Caius's kisses and his presence, didn't help her settle that battle. So it still came out in outbursts such as her biting him so hard that she drew blood.

But then Caius, realizing what was happening, advised that she not suppress it. Because he knew he deserved the reprimand. In fact, he welcomed it. He wanted her to deal with how she was feeling.

And it was realistically the best-case scenario that she dealt with it and let her anger out as passion.

So anger kept her focused. It kept the usual reactions of her body at bay as she tried to work through that mental battle by doing whatever came to her mind to cause Caius pain. In a sensual way, of course.

And Caius, to his credit, was determined not to complain.

Still, he wondered, how much could he take?

Arlette's nail-scratch across his arms had left behind long white lines of slightly raised skin that ached. Now she had her hands at the back of Caius's neck, digging her nails in there as she pressed her thumbs to his jaw and lifted his head. Exposing his throat which she attacked with her teeth.

Scratching her nails against Caius's skin still, Arlette moved from his neck to his shoulders and then down to his chest. His sternum had been mended from the terrible damage he suffered but Caius still ached there. Arlette didn't care through. Her nails cut across as she had done with the rest of his body thus far.

At his chest, there was an excited gleam in Arlette's grey eyes. Staring at such a large surface area she could use as a 'kink canvas', she was like a kid presented with a gift as she struck forward and began to make her mark. She left bites all over Caius's upper body.

By the time she was done and moving even further down, Caius wondered who was the vampire between the two of them. Never had he assaulted anyone with this many bites. And the more she did, the happier she seemed. Like she was finally in her own element.

Every gasp or cry of pain that left his lips caused Arlette to practically light up with giddy delight. Like his pain really brought her so much pleasure.

With how many welts she had made on his body already, what with the nails—basically talons at this point—and teeth, Caius felt she had to have gotten it out of her system.

But then, Arlette's head went underwater.

Caius had about one second to wonder what she was up to before she had seized hold of his cock, gripping it harder than she ever had before. And then her mouth wrapped around it and where there usually would be a nice warm suction force to wrap around his member, Caius was met with the scraping of teeth.

"Ohh…" he let out as his body trembled. Partly in excitement but mostly in trepidation for what Arlette had planned.

And sure enough, she bit down. Hard.

This was not at all like some accidental scraping due to some inexperienced fellatio. It was a deliberate attempt to cause him pain.

And boy, did it do just that.

Caius groaned. His lower half jerked. He arched his neck so much, he touched the rim of the bath but never did he reach down to try and get Arlette to stop.

It never crossed his mind.

He kept his arms spread just as she had placed them and gripped the rim of the bath as hard as he possibly could to secure himself and just stayed as he was.

He let the pain of the nail-welts on his body and the bites she had inflicted and was inflicting currently on his cock, feed his pleasure in a delicious mix that had his cock pumped so full of blood, that it caused Arlette's mouth—specifically the space between her tightening, biting, rows of teeth—to widen.

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