When Arlette finally came down from her high, she lifted herself off the ground, sitting up with her hands still in Caius's hair. Only now she no longer rubbed at his scalp erratically but rather soothingly. Caressing him until she had her thumbs stroking his face and marveling at the very shape of it.

Her chest rose and fell and she occasionally shivered as vestiges of her climaxes traveled through her spine and to her extremities.

When Caius finally pulled away from between her legs to look up at Arlette's face, he was met with a brilliant smile. She slid across the edge of the bath until she sank back into the water, so she was at the required height with his body to wrap her arms around his neck and press their lips together.

As she sank into the water, Arlette ensured she lined herself up just right with Caius's hard and imposing member. The three orgasms she just experienced had left her only wanting more. Sensitive as her insides were—to the point where the slightest touch was setting her off—her body craved more than just cunnilingus.

She didn't actually have to work too hard to line herself up with Caius perfectly. She knew his body all too well now. She had her eyes closed as she thrust her tongue deep into his mouth and soon, the large head of his rod separated her pussy lips and made its way inside her.

Caius and Arlette groaned as one at the entry, but Caius only really heard the sound he made. He worked his hands from Arlette's back down to her hips which he took tight grips of like he was trying to hang on for dear life.

The abundance of water around them served as more than enough lubrication which made the entry especially smooth. But its buffer wasn't enough to totally counteract the intense muscle strength of Arlette's insides.

Not that Caius would want it any other way.

After wrapping tight around nothing larger than Caius's tongue for three climactic spasms thus far, Arlette's inner muscles seemed especially excited to have something larger to grab on to. As usual, the way the ribbed, velvety soft linings worked around his rod and pulled him deeper in, felt incredible to Caius whose groan increased in volume but dropped in pitch. Much to Arlette's delight.

She dropped quickly and took in the rest of the rod, her mouth opening as she let out a silent gasp at the intensity with which the hard dickhead struck the end of her pussy. As well the way pleasure thrills were charging all over her insides before spreading to every other area of her body.

Arlette wrapped her legs around Caius's waist while putting as much force into her lower half to facilitate the ongoing thrusts. Caius dropped his hands from Arlette's hips to grab her ass instead, gripping on tight because he was never not squeezing and kneading the marvelous cheeks.

He essentially controlled the pace of the thrusts, keeping them slow and intimate as he and Arlette stared into each other's eyes. They occasionally blinked and occasionally shut their eyes tight when the pleasure was especially intense but they always returned to looking into each other's faces.

At some point, Arlette smiled.

Caius mirrored it.

"What?" He asked.

Arlette shrugged.

"Nothing," she said and then let out a sigh before adding, "This is nice."

"It is," Caius agreed.

"Hmmmm…" Arlette let out then and shuddered as she tilted her head upward, separating their foreheads and indicating that Caius move his head the same way just so she could lean in and capture his lips in a kiss. One that was gentle but not at all lacking in intensity born from the intimacy they shared.

Bobbing up and down ever so slightly—the sight of their thrusts 'hidden' beneath the water's surface—Caius and Arlette went from one edge of the bath to the next and there, Arlette unlocked her arms from around Caius's neck and reached back to grab the rims of the bath while using that as leverage to push her lower half against Caius's groin.

"Ahnnghhh…" With a pleasurable groan, Caius's eyes lit up. He kept his hands on Arlette's ass and followed her lead to increase the intensity of their thrusts.

Before long, the sounds of their bodies slapping against each other spread all over the bath, only interspersed with the disturbance of the bath water which just gave the whole moment a wet, splashy ambience.

The thrusts were hard and fast and before long, Caius was letting out a long drawn-out groan as a climax arrived. Arlette tightened her muscles around him as she once again reached the peak of pleasure and was gripped with orgasmic spasms.

Caius waded closer to Arlette then and while his hips jerked to keep pumping his cum into the deepest recess of her pussy, he grabbed her nipple and sucked on it hard, intensifying Arlette's ongoing climax.

She took one hand off the rim of the back and grabbed the back of Caius's head just as he left her breast and worked his way up, planting kisses wherever he went. Soon, he was at her neck and his fangs appeared so he could sink them into her skin, helping himself to a nice taste of her Arousal-charged blood.

"Ahh," Arlette let out in a gasp as her pulse quickened causing the pressure of her blood to increase and causing it to spew even harder into Caius's mouth as he heartily gulped it down.

She was heady with the usual pleasure of feeding him but she also waited for something…

… She waited for the answer to her question of whether tasting his blood earlier counted as feeding on him, to finally be answered.

If it counted, then the process of turning would have just been completed by Caius's feeding on her so she waited to feel something different. She waited to feel her possession of her soul seized from her by the patron of Vampires; The Goddess of Primordial Darkness, Anyxyl.

But it never came.

She felt nothing different.

And while she could have rationalized that as being because the process wasn't entirely instantaneous, Arlette knew the answer was much simpler than that;

She just wasn't turning.

This was because the process of Vampire turning wasn't just about tasting/drinking Caius's Vampiric blood. It was about him feeding it to her with the intent to turn her.

It's why one can't force a Vampire to turn them. It can't happen under duress. It can't be an accident. It has to be an intentional ritual.

For the Vampire at least.

A human/humanoid, on the other hand, doesn't have a choice if a willing Vampire sets their Blood-red eyes on them and turns them.

Arlette only felt a bit of relief at not getting turned. Besides the fact that some part of her mind had known the 'rules' of Vampire turning and had taken note that Caius hadn't offered her his blood to turn her, she was also not as averse to the curse of Vampirism as she had been before today.

She still felt it was the worst case scenario and she preferred her blood to have some use for Caius which wouldn't he the case if she became a Vampire. However, if she turned, she might not hate her new existence too much. After all, it would be one more way to be connected to the one whose fangs were currently in her neck…

… To see the world through eyes similar to his. To taste what he could waste within blood. To have a sanguine immortal life stretched before her so long as she stayed out of the sun.

An immortal life to spend right by his side.

If there was one thing the recent events at the Lochxen Forest had taught Arlette, it was how much the mere thought of losing Caius hurt. Not only losing him through his dying an untimely death but also through her eventually hitting that limit that stopped anyone from getting to the Twelfth Circle. And eventually hitting the end of her lifespan as a result.

Hitting the Eleventh Circle—an already difficult and nigh-impossible task—would grant tens of thousands of years of lifespan. But it would always be finite.

And Caius—should he not engage in life-threatening stunts—would definitely live beyond that. So, really, at the core of any desire Arlette might be fostering for Vampirism, was one lone fear; Her mortality.

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