As Arlette worked her teeth across and around the length and girth of his cock respectively, Caius found himself shifting. His eyes turned Vampire red behind his shut eyelids and his canines became fangs as he clenched his teeth tightly together like he was trying to hold himself back.

This attempt got so intense that veins popped out across his arms as he employed the Von Helsing Regimen while digging his claws into the rim of the bath. His grip didn't seem to be helping him to keep his arms where they were so he hoped his claws would do better.

His claws dug quite deep into the material of the bath's rim and Caius dragged them, creating grooves in the bath's rim, but ultimately, he remained as he was. The bulk of his reactions were really focused on his lower half. He thrust his hips at Arlette, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth which in turn intensified the teeth-grazing.

The sounds that escaped his lips—despite how much he tried to hold them back—might not have traveled quite so well through the water of the bath but the vibrations caused by those sounds were felt just as well by Arlette. It increased her excitement to such limits that she was on the brink of a very impactful climax already.

It also encouraged her to continue as she was. Her hands were raised and pressed against Caius's upper body where she dug her nails into his skin while occasionally tightening her bite on his cock and releasing to provide some relief before getting right back to it.

Never had she known she would enjoy 'torturing' Caius this much. Hell, it made her almost sad that she didn't actually know any sadistic sexual techniques. The nail scratching and teeth biting were already starting to feel basic and she wished she had more in her repertoire.

Eventually, though, she released her teeth from around Caius's cock, rising out of the water to brush back her wet hair while arching her back in a way that thrust her robe-covered tits at Caius's face.

Caius was still coming down from the thrill of the pain-turned-pleasure induced by Arlette's recent tortures and he shivered especially hard because of the stimulating view of those wet beautiful and scantily clad tits.

Still, he looked at Arlette's face—That smirk on her lips like she had accomplished something great—and thought, surely now she had gotten it out of her system.

Arlette raised her hands and grabbed the sides of her robe at her neck, pulling it off and letting it drop into the bath water where the bubbling and slow water current began to move it away.

Caius's vampire red eyes gained a gleam to them as those breasts were finally exposed to his stare. It didn't matter how many times he had seen them or how many times he had touched them. Or the fact that the feel of them was stamped into his memory. All that mattered was that he was seeing them. And that he would get to touch them again.

He took one hand off the rim of the bath—it took a bit of effort considering how deep his claws had dug into the material—and he reached out.

Arlette reached out as well and grabbed his hand. Interlocking their fingers and pulling him close with the slightest of tugs. That move made Caius raise a brow because this wasn't normal for them.

Yes, Arlette had always been at a higher Magic Circle than he was. But in his presence—in sexual situations just like this—that strength just never came into play. It was still always there but her mind just never reached out to it which left Caius to always take the lead and retain initiative.

This was also the case with Lea Gilligan.

So to see her in such control, using her superior physical strength so flippantly, told him something vital…

"You're not done, are you?" He asked with a little smile.

"Not quite," Arlette answered with a wider and ravishing smile of her own. She really looked like she was having fun.

Just like Caius, she was aware that this wasn't normal for them. But it was likely her one chance to have things not be normal.

She knew she had to milk this. She had to really enjoy this feeling.

After all, when next would she be so angry at Caius to override her body's normal response to his presence?

With a sigh of resignation that didn't at all change the smile on his face, Caius 'allowed' himself to be pulled. Really, he didn't have much of a choice.

Not that he would even want to resist Arlette's pull.

He was starting to accept that a shift in a dynamic didn't seem all that bad to him. His body actually welcomed it. When Arlette pulled him close and then spun him around so his back was pressed against her front, he was practically giddy. It took quite a bit of effort not to squeal out his excitement.

But he knew Arlette could tell.

She breathed against his neck. The feel of her breath—the sweet scent of it—raised goosebumps across Caius's skin and he shivered and let his body melt against hers.

Arlette's arms wrapped around him in a cradle hold as they both floated backward across the bathwater. Letting the slow and almost imperceptible current move them away from the edge and into the middle.

The warmth of Arlette's hold on him was so comfortable, Caius knew he just might drift off to sleep. He could best liken this to someone getting to be the little spoon in a cuddle.

He was fine with them just drifting here. But of course, Arlette had more planned than that.

She moved her fingers across the welts she had made with her nails and teeth. Her touch despite having no healing properties, soothed the ache in a way that caused Caius to groan. And then she pricked at the welts, causing the pain to spike and forcing him to shudder. After which, she'd soothe him again. Only to end it with yet another wound-pricking.

For a few minutes, that was how they continued. Caius was kept teetering the line between soothing and pain that never let him get too comfortable.

However, besides the fact that he was finding himself to be a bit of a masochist, there was really no realistic way he'd complain when he had Arlette's ample bosom against his back. The feel of those fun bags was enough to make any pain worth it.

While one hand continued the back and forth of soothing and pain-infliction, Arlette's other hand reached down to Caius's groin to take a hold of his rock-hard member that rose proudly above the bath water level.

She gripped it tight and jerked it. Her actions disturbed the water, causing splash sounds that really worked to set the mood. It didn't take more than two tugs for her to get Caius's moaning and groaning.

She stopped pricking at the welts then and raised her other hand to wrap lightly around Caius's neck, controlling how its arch so his lips were especially close to her ears. She wanted to hear the intensity of his moans and groans and it had her shivering hard as she increased in intensity of her already intense strokes.

Caius had been close for a long time. So it took barely a minute of Arlette's dedicated strokes for his balls to grow taut as he spurted out his pearly while seeds in a wide spray into the air.

Arlette had tasted the copious volumes many times. She had savored the deliciousness of it. She had felt it splatter against her insides, filling her up in a way no one else possibly could. But it was the first time she was actually seeing the force at which it was shot.

Seeing what looked like a fountain of cum rising from the large girthy member in her tight hold was like making a discovery. And then the cum hit the bath water whose magical properties instantly worked to disintegrate it and turn it to nothing.

"No…" Arlette found herself saying in a low voice as she stared at such a massive volume of wonderful discharge going to waste.

The bubbling of the water and the way she and Caius drifted also ensured that every drop that might have splattered on their bodies was washed away. Arlette released Caius cock then and raised her hand closer to her face. Because it had been at the center of the release, her hand had been coated quite a bit but she had acted too late. It was already washed away.

Caius turned around then, mostly unaware of the thoughts going through Arlette's head. But by the look in her eyes, he knew something had changed.

And when he lunged forward and seized her lips, using the force of the kiss to get them back to the edge of the bath, he knew exactly what that change was.

It was clear in how Arlette melted against him.

It was clear in how she met his kiss without her superior physical capability.

It was clear in the sounds she made.

The dynamic had returned to how it once was.

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