Crimson Night (4) (R18)

Chapter 10: Crimson Night (4) (R18)

Carl rose to his feet, offering a hand to help Jeanne stand. She accepted, and he led her to the en suite bathroom. The marble countertop gleamed under the warm glow of the ambient lighting, while the enormous shower stall stood majestically in the corner.

Stepping closer, Carl gently placed Jeanne under the cascading water, letting it run down her curves, erasing any lingering traces of tension. He held her close, running his hands over her damp skin, savoring every curve and angle.

"Are you ready?" Carl asked, his voice low and seductive, brimming with more charm.

Jeanne nodded, her heart racing in anticipation. She glanced up at Carl, her eyes meeting his crimson gaze. There was a fire burning there, raw and unadulterated, fueling their connection.

As the water rained down, they found themselves drawn closer, hands roaming over each other's bodies, exploring every inch of flesh and bone. Their movements traced a dance of passion, a performance crafted from the essence of their shared desire. The heat between them grew, building upon the foundation laid during their previous encounter.

"How does it feel," Carl murmured, his voice thick with lust and emotion, "to be desired so deeply by a man that most women couldn't even dream of? I've been having my eyes on you since I caught sight of you dancing."

"You're so beautiful," Carl whispered, his voice cracking slightly.

Jeanne's eyes widened with surprise, the intensity of his gaze overwhelming her senses. "Really?" she gasped, her voice quivering with disbelief.

Carl nodded, his eyes shining brightly. "Yes," he said firmly. "Why would you doubt me? You're undeniable. A beauty that could make so many women jealous." His hands roamed down her back, resting on her hips.

"What makes you think I'd want you? Maybe I'm using you for my own selfish reasons." Jeanne challenged, her voice tinged with skepticism.

Carl chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "That would be bold of you, to mess around with a monster, especially a Vampire such as myself." 

"However, I don't mind it. You can lie, but I know those words are not coming from your Heart. Your body is honest with me. It knows what you want."

"Besides, there's something incredibly captivating about you."

'Her Rich Blood. Beauty. Sex Drive and the possible Sacred Gear. She's also not dumb by all means.'

Jeanne arched an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "And what exactly is that?"

Carl paused, his gaze shifting downward as he searched for the right words. "Your confidence," he confessed, his voice hushed. "It's intoxicating." Carl continued, his tone reverential. "The way you carry yourself with grace and poise. You exude this aura of self-assurance."

Jeanne pursed her lips, considering his words carefully. "That may be true," she admitted after a moment. "But I've never really considered myself special or unique."

Carl shook his head emphatically. "You are," he insisted, his conviction unwavering. Then, he began to kiss her in her nefarious regions, from her nape to armpits, to her belly, then going down, nothing was a safe zone from his touch. After teasing her entire body, he returned back to keep company to her pretty mouth, teasing her tongue, and never forgetting about her voluptuous butt and large breasts.

Jeanne enjoyed every minute of it, wrapping her arms around Carl's broad shoulders, feeling the muscles ripple beneath the surface. Her pussy throbbed, craving more attention.

With a hungry look in his eyes, Carl kissed her passionately, his fingertips tracing lines down her arms and legs. The sensation sent shivers down her spine, making her moan softly.

"Tell me what you want," Carl whispered breathlessly into her ear. "Anything you desire, I'll give it to you."

Jeanne looked at his hot phallus that exceeded any size she has ever seen in her life, only matching with the porn actors in movies, but even then he was in a category of few selects. She wanted to feel herself full with that hot cock.

Feeling Carl's member rub against her inner thighs, she squirmed restlessly, the scent of their combined arousal filling the air. Carl's cock was stiff and pulsating, throbbing against her sensitive skin. It was bigger than anything she imagined possible, and she yearned to wrap her fingers around it.

Their tongues danced in sync, their movements perfectly choreographed. Every kiss, every touch, was a testament to their passion. Carl's hands explored her body, caressing her curves, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples.

He pushed her against the wall, pressing his massive erection against her thigh. Jeanne whimpered, arching her back and grinding her pelvis against him.

"I want you inside me," she gasped, her voice cracking with desperation. "Now."

"Anytime." Carl whispered into her ear as he pressed his throbbing member against her wet slit. With one quick thrust, he plunged deep within her, filling her with his girthy length.

Jeanne cried out in pleasure, her fingernails digging into Carl's back, but each time the fingernail 'wounds' would close immediately. The sensation of being filled by his cock was overwhelming, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through her veins.

"Oh, god! Harder! I love this." pleaded Jeanne, her voice trembling with urgency.

Carl obliged, pumping his hips faster and harder, driving his cock deeper and deeper inside her.

Each thrust sent shockwaves rippling through Jeanne's body, causing her to cry out in pleasure.

"Fuck yes!" she screamed, her nails clawing at Carl's back. "Don't stop!"

Carl groaned, his face contorting with pleasure. "You like that?" he growled, his voice strained. "I knew you were a horny little slut."

Nothing could have prepared her for the feeling of Carl's cock stretching her insides, pulsing with every thrust. It was an incredible sensation, almost painful yet overwhelmingly pleasurable.

"Harder!" she shouted, her voice echoing off the walls of the bathroom. "Give it to me!"

Carl's face twisted into a feral grin, his eyes locked onto hers. "You sure?" he growled, his voice rough.

Jeanne gasped, her heart hammering wildly in her chest. She couldn't believe how much she wanted this. A man, a Vampire from the old and new Tales, who made her feel like she had never felt before. It was dangerous, thrilling, and oh-so-right.

"Absolutely," she replied, her voice firm. "Just take me. Do whatever you want with me."

Carl grinned, his eyes glittering with lust. "Oh, I plan to," he promised, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.

With one swift motion, he spun her around, gripping her waist tightly. His erection brushed against her back as he pulled her close, their bodies flush against each other.

"Are you sure you can handle all of this?" He teased, his hot breath fanning across her neck. "My cock is bigger than most men."

Jeanne shivered, her heart drumming wildly in her chest. "Then show me what you got, big boy," she taunted, turning her head to meet his gaze.

Carl smirked, his eyes alight with mischief.

"Alright, let's see if you can handle this," he muttered, grabbing hold of her hips. With a sudden surge of strength, he lifted her up like a feather and positioned her against the wall while the warm water continued to pour down on them..

"Whoa!" Jeanne gasped, her eyes widening in surprise. "What are you doing?"

Carl didn't answer but instead positioned himself between her legs. He slid himself inside her, her wetness embracing his girthy shaft eagerly. He began to pump his hips, his phallus sliding in and out of her tight passage effortlessly.

The friction created sparks of pleasure that surged through her body, leaving her trembling helplessly. Each forceful thrust battered her cervix, threatening to push her over the edge as her vagina continued to squirt lustfully all over his cock.

"Carl," she moaned, her voice hoarse with desire. "I can't... I can't..."

Carl merely smiled, his red eyes gleaming with wicked delight. "What's wrong, sweetheart? Are you by chance at your limit?"

She was moaning in pleasure, while squirting as she was climaxing repeatedly the entire time, and as he felt his own limits tested over time, he approached his own climax.

His pace quickened, thrusting in and out of her dripping wet pussy with more fervor, causing her to cry out in ecstasy.

Their bodies moved in sync, their movements fluid and graceful, almost like a dance.

The water streamed down on them, carrying away the sweat and traces of lust. Their moans filled the room, mingling with the sound of the shower. It was a symphony of pleasure, a crescendo building toward an unstoppable climax.

"Harder, Carl... please, harder..." Jeanne begged, her voice barely audible. Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh.

Carl grinned devilishly, his eyes locked with hers. "As you wish," he growled, pounding into her faster.

Jeanne cried out, her eyes rolling back, and her mouth hanging open. The walls shook from their intense fucking, and the water splashed everywhere. She could feel every inch of him stretching her, filling her until she thought she might burst.

"Oh god, Carl..." she whimpered, her voice strained beyond recognition. "Please don't stop..."

He chuckled deeply, his eyes burning red. "Sweetheart, I won't ever stop until you beg me to," he promised her, pulling her closer, while holding her by her thighs as he continued to pound on her wet pussy that started creaming all over his cock.

With his lubricated dick, the movements were so smooth, and after 30 minutes of pounding at Jeanne's pussy, he finally let go, cumming inside of her, while the blonde goddess in his arms spasmed as she let go of herself, climaxing, spraying Carl's body with her love juices.

"That was incredible," whispered Jeanne, laying her head on Carl's shoulder.

"You know how to ride a man," he said, stroking her hair. "Mmmhmmm," she replied, smiling. "I learned a few tricks along the way."

Carl kissed her forehead, "Well, you passed this test with flying colors."

They stayed in the shower stall together, letting the hot water rinse off the sweat and other bodily fluids. Their exhausted bodies clung to each other as they washed one another, their touch tender and loving.

Carl kissed her passionately, his tongue exploring her mouth hungrily.

"I want to make love to you again," he rasped, his voice filled with desire, only to calm as he felt her muscles quivering, reaching their limit. "But, I think it is better to let you rest, before picking from where we left."

Jeanne sighed contentedly, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. "I can't feel my lower half. You've made a mess."

With the shower still running, they embraced each other, panting heavily, feeling exhausted but also incredibly satisfied.

"You know..." Carl whispered softly against her neck, kissing her gently there before whispering in her ear, "I've never had anyone make me come so hard before..."

"Really?" Jeanne asked, raising an eyebrow playfully. "Well, then maybe we should do it again sometime?"

Carl laughed quietly, nuzzling her affectionately.

"You want it in your heart, but your body is a wreck. You're quite the pervert, miss." he murmured, kissing her gently between the shoulder blades. "But right now, I think it's time for us to get dried off and rest, don't you agree?"

Jeanne nodded, too tired to respond verbally. Her face flushed with heat, and the muscles in her legs quivered from exhaustion. Still, she couldn't help but feel giddy with happiness – she'd just spent hours experiencing pleasures she'd only ever dreamed of before meeting Carl. 

Her breasts pressed against his bare chest, her nipples hardening beneath his touch. He ran his hand up her thigh, gently caressing her skin. His fingertips danced along her inner thigh, sending chills down her spine.

"Why do you care about me?" she asked, her voice soft and low. "You know, there are easier ways to feed."

"But none as thrilling as you," he murmured, running his tongue over her neck. He licked just below her ear, grazing her sensitive spot. She moaned softly, her knees buckling slightly.

"Why? Because I'm easy prey?"

Carl released her throat, his lips curling into a smirk. "Not exactly. You've been watching me all night, haven't you? I saw the way you looked at me, Jeanne."

She blushed, averting her gaze. "Maybe. But why would a handsome guy like you choose someone like me? I think people call women like me, past their 'Prime'."

Carl leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Nonsense. It's because you have something they don't, baby."

Carl traced a line down her collarbone with his finger, his eyes shining with lust. "Something irresistible."

Jeanne swallowed thickly, feeling her pulse quicken. "And what's that?"

Carl paused, should he tell her about the Sacred Gear or keep it for now, since it would cause too much confusion in her that would jeopardize this budding relation, such that it was better to come with the secondary reasons of why he had his eyes on her.

Studying her face carefully before answering. "Your scent." He leaned in closer, inhaling deeply. "It smells like fresh strawberries mixed with vanilla."

"Strawberries and vanilla?" Jeanne laughed softly, shaking her head.

"If you're saying that to make me feel better, then it's working."

Carl kissed her neck. "No, I mean it. You smell incredible."

"Okay, Mr. Vampire," she said, rolling her eyes playfully. "Let's put our clothes back on and continue this conversation somewhere else."

"There's still time before the Check-Out. We have all night at our disposal." Carl reluctantly nodded, stepping out of the shower first. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, glancing back at Jeanne who followed suit.

They exited the bathroom together, leaving behind the lingering scent of their passion.