It started with straightforward tugs that pulled Caius's crotch toward her face and then she added in a twist and when she saw how positively his body reacted to it—to the point of spasms—Aylin fully added that to her repertoire.

When she realized friction was making strokes a bit harder to make, she leaned closer and let saliva drip onto the organ. She was salivating at the sight and feel of the rod so she had lubrication to spare.

The spittle allowed her hands to glide across Caius's pole even smoothly and once again, his reaction was positive. He jerked less erratically and seemed to melt while staying quite solidly on his feet.

And so, as the minutes passed, Aylin refined her amateur techniques. The longer she was at it, the more she appreciated the act, which caused her to get so engrossed that she quite literally lost track of time. She might have spent half an hour on her knees, maybe even more—and no part of her body was tired.

Her kneecaps were as comfortably cushioned as they possibly could be by a layer of snow and the flakes falling from the air onto her body, melting against her breasts that acted like a shield and covered her midsection, felt insanely good.

Aylin regulated the weather in the room so that while there was constant snowfall, the layer it created on the ground never went higher than one foot.

At some point, while dripping saliva into the rod to supply it once again with lubrication, Aylin grew curious once again. And so she leaned closer, stroked her hands to the base of the rod, and then let out her tongue to give the angry-looking head a long lick.

"Ngh!" Caius groaned in reaction as he trembled subtly.

But Aylin caught it. She was too attuned to his body not to. So she licked him even more, not all that surprised by his taste. It was more than good— it was a delectable flavor she could feel herself already getting addicted to.

The enthusiasm of her licking peaked before it was no longer enough for her so she took the head into her mouth and sucked on it. Her cheeks were sunken as she sucked on the organ as hard as she possibly could while moving forward to take even more inches into her maw.

It was like having a savory treat that never ran out. The flavor was a part of Caius's very skin and it didn't matter how much Aylin sucked on him, or how intensely her tongue lapped at him, she couldn't run out of it. She couldn't whittle him down. He was like an infinite supply of delectable taste.

And she savored it.

She got lost in the act. She forgot about keeping track of Caius's reactions for a while and forgot the goal of getting him to succumb. Really, his pleasure was suddenly secondary. She sucked on him because she enjoyed it. She sucked on him because it got her heady with desire.

Her pussy, resting on a layer of snow that molded to her kneeling lower body like the most perfect of seats, had begun to secrete enough juices to contend with the quantity she produced while she climaxed to Caius's cunnilingus.

She was tempted to stretch a hand down to relieve some of the itch for touch that was now prevalent at her pussy but she couldn't bear the thought of taking her hand off the rod.

It was a strange phenomenon but Aylin could feel something charging through her from her touch of Caius's rod while she sucked on him. When she pulled her mouth away—purely for experimental purposes—she found the feeling left but the moment her mouth returned, the feeling was back. It was like a circuit and her mouth wrapped around the dickhead seemed to close it and keep the current of pleasure flowing.

That was the best way Aylin could describe it; It was a current. A bit like electricity but not quite. Electricity, at least to her, was more like a sharp and powerful monetary pulse. Sure it can be continuous but even then it'll just be a chain of sharp, powerful, momentary pulses.

This was more of a true continuous stream. It pulsed like electricity but flowed like water. Smoothly like the current of a brook. Not trying to carry her away but washing over her psyche and filling her with comfort. Comfort that was perfectly balanced by the earlier-mentioned electricity-like pulse.

That was as well as Aylin could do with a description. And she didn't even care about describing it anyway. What mattered was that she loved the sensation. It sent jolts of pleasure charging all over her body. And when she stroked Caius's rod, the current hit harder and at the same time was more comfortable.

It was two somewhat opposing feelings that worked perfectly together.

In any case, after the first couple of minutes of performing the act mostly to pleasure herself, Aylin became aware again of Caius's reactions. She gobbled up more of his cock and began to turn her head this way and that in reaction to the sounds he was making.

Caius's claws had again cut through the ice wall that should have supplied him support. His strength proved too much for Aylin's freezing magic to hold in place and he was starting to slip.

So he gave up on the wall and decided to stand on his own.

'I can do this,' he said to himself in a tone that made it clear he was really only trying to psyche himself up.

It turned out, he couldn't 'do this'.

Just as his hands left the wall, Aylin zeroed in on the ridge right underneath his dickhead. She had already licked at the spot with her tongue and noticed how Caius's toes curled up under the layer of snow. So her focus on it included the use of her teeth.

Why her teeth? Well, she remembered how Caius had employed the use of his teeth when he pleased her with his mouth. It had been incredible. The sensations toed the line between pleasure and pain and the result was body-shaking orgasmic bliss.

'If it's good for me, it has to be good for him,' Aylin decided right before she performed the act.

To her credit, she didn't just bring her teeth down on Caius's rod to bite down on as hard as she possibly could. Rather, she took care. She aimed to only slightly graze it. Making sure he felt pain but also ensuring that it only reinforced his pleasure.

She stuck to the philosophy especially well by stroking her hands across the part of the rod that could not fit into her mouth— which was the majority of it. She also licked her tongue across the tip as she worked her teeth delicately over that spot.

Aylin had no idea that Caius was not a stranger to having teeth on his cock. She had no idea that he had had his rod pierced by Vampire fangs even. All in all, those experiences gave him a threshold of pain tolerance. And also somewhat reinforced the somewhat masochistic tendencies that he just might enjoy the spice of pain in moments of pleasure.

Anyway, his relatively high threshold of pain in regards to having teeth on his junk helped smooth over the rare times Aylin didn't quite control herself and didn't graze as lightly as she hoped to.

All in all, this coincided with when Caius decided he could do without leaning his hands against the wall. Alas, the pleasure that coursed through him due to Aylin's actions turned his legs to jelly. He fell forward and slammed his head against the wall of ice with a *bang* before falling backward and hitting the ground with a very muffled *Thud*. The layer of snow offered ample cushioning.

Aylin's eyes were closed as she performed her amateur fellatio but they opened wide when she heard the sound of Caius's forehead colliding with the wall of ice she had conjured. The very next second, his cock pulled out of her mouth and her grip as he hit the ground.

"Gods!" She exclaimed and hurried closer to him, crawling up his body.

"Caius, are you alright?" She asked with eyes wide in worry.

Caius looked stunned. He had one hand on his midsection and the other raised as he just stared at the ceiling above.

That had never happened to him before.

And he had experienced quite a bit of wonderful fellatio. Actually experienced ones. The fact that Aylin's amateur techniques had had such an effect on him was… amazing. And amusing.

He let out a chuckle. And then it became laughter as he dropped the hand he raised and placed his arm across his forehead. It didn't ache. He had far too sturdy a body—being a True Vampire as he was—to be impacted by an accidental contact like that.

Aylin just looked like him like she couldn't believe he was laughing. And then she placed her hands on the sides of his head as though checking for injury.

"Is it the snow that caused you to slip?" She asked, unable to stop a smile forming on her lips now that she believed he was alright.

"Or was my mouth just that good?" She added in a cocky, teasing tone.

"Just kiss me," Caius said, unable to deny but unwilling to confirm.

Still, as their lips connected, Aylin got her answer. She was achieving her goal of dominance even faster than she could have possibly expected.

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