Chapter 170: Blood (R-18)
Victor was sitting on the sofa in the main room, his head resting against the backrest and his eyes half-closed.
He had planned to rest before the mission.
That was all.
To sit, close his eyes for a few minutes, and perhaps pretend that reports, palaces, fugitives, sealed werewolves, cursed rings, and dangerously alluring women living around him didn’t exist.
Naturally, the plan failed.
Carmilla was on his right, pressed close against his body, one hand resting on his chest and her lips latched onto his neck. Scarlet was on his left, lying almost on top of him, her fingers clutching his open shirt as she drank from a bite just below his collarbone. Both were far too quiet to seem innocent, and Victor knew full well it wasn’t just hunger.
His blood was the problem.
Or the excuse.
Perhaps both.
Victor let out a low sigh as Carmilla sucked harder. His hand, which had been resting on the arm of the sofa, slowly clenched. Scarlet noticed and smiled against his skin without stopping her drinking.
"You two are too greedy," he murmured.
Carmilla made a sound of satisfaction, her lips still against his neck. Scarlet was less subtle. She ran her tongue over the bite, catching a trickling drop, and looked up at him with a teasing glint in her eyes.
"Are you complaining?"
"I’m making an observation."
"Sounds like a complaint."
"You’re certainly enjoying yourselves."
Carmilla finally pulled back a little. Her lips were red, her eyes shining with that slow satisfaction that always put Victor on alert. She traced her thumb over the mark she’d left on his neck and smiled.
"You spent too long training."
Scarlet pouted slightly before resting her chin on his chest.
"Too long." Victor looked at one, then the other.
"I was trying not to die on future missions."
"Liar," Scarlet said. "You were having fun."
"That too."
Carmilla pressed her fingers lightly against his chest.
"You focused so much on improving your skills that you forgot to touch us."
Victor raised an eyebrow.
"Forgot?"
Scarlet lifted her head, still pouting.
"You forgot."
"I remember the two of you biting me almost every night."
"That doesn’t count," Scarlet said.
Carmilla leaned her face close to his ear.
"It barely counts."
Victor chuckled softly.
"You two are terrible."
"And you like it," Carmilla replied.
He didn’t deny it.
Victor moved his hand from the arm of the sofa and touched Scarlet’s face first. His thumb traced slowly along her cheek, wiping away a small smear of blood from the corner of her lips. Scarlet closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the gesture as if it were something far more precious than a simple caress.
Then he pulled her up.
The kiss was slow.
Scarlet didn’t try to rush it. For once, she didn’t bite immediately, didn’t tease, didn’t turn affection into a contest. She simply gripped his shirt with her fingers and responded calmly, letting the taste of blood mingle with the kiss. Victor felt her breathing change—softer, more satisfied—and slid his hand to the back of her neck, keeping her close.
When they pulled apart, Scarlet kept her eyes closed for a few seconds.
"This is better," she murmured.
Victor smiled.
"Bossy."
"Needy," she corrected.
"Even worse."
Carmilla tilted his chin up with two fingers.
"My turn."
Victor turned to her without resistance.
Carmilla kissed differently. More possessive, yet still slow. As if to remind him that she could simply take it, yet was choosing to savor it. Her hand moved up his chest, pausing near his heart, and lingered there, feeling the blood pulse beneath the skin. Victor gripped her waist and pulled her closer—close enough to make Carmilla let out a soft sound against his mouth.
Beside them, Scarlet complained:
"Don’t hog him."
Carmilla smiled without fully parting her lips from Victor’s.
"You just had your turn."
"And I want another."
Victor laughed mid-kiss, and Carmilla gave his lower lip a playful nip, just to make him stop.
"No laughing."
"The two of you fighting over a kiss is funny."
Scarlet climbed fully onto his lap, settling naturally onto one of his thighs. Carmilla didn’t move from his right side; she simply draped an arm around Victor’s shoulders and rested her forehead against his.
"Then stop being amused and make it up to us."
Victor looked at Scarlet, then at Carmilla.
The two of them were too close, too beautiful, and far too pleased with their own emotional blackmail.
He sighed.
"I’m being exploited."
"Yes," Scarlet said.
"Completely," Carmilla added.
"At least you admit it."
Scarlet cupped his face in both hands and kissed him again—a brief kiss this time, just to stake her claim. Carmilla took the opportunity to kiss his neck, not biting, merely brushing her lips against skin that already bore marks. Victor closed his eyes for a moment and let them do as they pleased.
Carmilla slid down the sofa with feline grace, her dress slipping over her body as she positioned herself between Victor’s legs.
Her eyes remained locked on his, a glint of pure possessiveness in that glassy darkness. Her hands undid his trousers with deliberate, unhurried movements, like someone unwrapping a long-awaited gift.
When he was exposed—already semi-erect from the blood she had drawn and their close proximity—Carmilla let out a low sound of approval.
She wrapped her hand around his cock, feeling the pulsing heat against her cool palm. Scarlet, still seated on his lap, leaned forward to watch, her fingers toying with Victor’s hair.
"Looks like you’re ready for us," Scarlet murmured, her cold breath against his ear.
Carmilla didn’t answer. Instead, she tilted her head and licked the head of his cock from bottom to top, her broad, icy tongue coating its entire length in a slow, deliberate stroke. Victor held his breath, his muscles tensing involuntarily.
The sensation was both freezing and burning—the supernatural cold of her mouth contrasting with the heat of his own blood coursing beneath the surface.
She began to suck in earnest, taking him deep into her mouth. Her movements were meticulous—strong suction, her tongue pressing against the underside, her hand pumping the base.
Victor lifted his hips slightly, a groan escaping him as she quickened the pace. Scarlet cupped his face, turning it to kiss him deeply while Carmilla worked below.
After a few minutes, with Victor fully hard and throbbing in her mouth, Carmilla stopped abruptly. She looked up, her lips wet and red, a calculating expression on her face.
"The blood here is more intense," she remarked, her voice a husky whisper. "Hotter. More concentrated."
Scarlet broke the kiss and looked down with interest. "Is it?"
Carmilla didn’t wait for an answer. She parted her lips slightly and sank her fangs into the side of Victor’s member—not deeply enough to cause serious injury, but enough to pierce the skin.
Victor arched his back as a mixture of pain and pleasure exploded through his nerves.
Blood welled up immediately—a hot, scarlet stream that Carmilla eagerly lapped up with her tongue.
She drew directly from the source, her mouth forming a perfect seal around the tiny puncture. Each pull drew blood while simultaneously stimulating sensitive nerves, creating a sensation so dizzying that Victor gripped the arms of the sofa until his knuckles turned white.
"Carmilla," he breathed, his tone a warning and a plea all at once.
She ignored it, continuing for a few more seconds before releasing the pressure. Her eyes were completely dark now, pupils dilated from the rich blood. A red trickle ran from the corner of her mouth.
"It’s different," she murmured, running her tongue over her lips. "Sweeter. More alive."
Scarlet slid from his lap to kneel beside Carmilla. "Let me taste."
Carmilla let out a low, possessive growl but pulled back just enough for Scarlet to lean in. The younger vampire didn’t bite—instead, she licked the blood still trickling from the small puncture, her tongue scraping directly against the sensitive skin. Victor groaned louder this time, his hips jerking involuntarily.
"You’re playing with fire," he warned, his voice strained.
"We *are* fire," Carmilla replied before taking his cock into her mouth again, sucking with even greater intensity this time, her movements synchronized with Scarlet’s licks at the base where the blood still flowed.
The pair continued like this—Carmilla sucking and stimulating while Scarlet cleaned up every escaping drop of blood—until Victor was trembling, his muscles taut as cords, pleasure building into an almost unbearable pressure in his lower belly. The blood loss made him slightly lightheaded, but the stimulation was so intense that the dizziness only heightened the sense of ecstasy.
Finally, Carmilla sensed he was on the brink. She slowed down, withdrawing almost completely before plunging back down to the hilt; her throat tightened around him while Scarlet gently bit Victor’s inner thigh, drawing more blood at the very moment of his climax.
Victor exploded with a hoarse groan, his body arching violently as the wave hit him. Carmilla swallowed it all, maintaining a gentle suction until every last contraction had passed. When she finally pulled away, her lips were even redder, her eyes heavy with satisfaction.
Scarlet climbed back onto his lap, kissing him deeply so he could taste his own blood in her mouth.
"Consider it payment," she murmured against his lips, tearing her dress open with her own claws to reveal her lace panties. "Time for your cock to get nice and warm inside."
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