Chapter 28: Clash of Faiths (2) (R18)
As if to demonstrate his point, Carl reached out and placed his hand over an empty wine glass on the table. With a flick of his wrist, he muttered a few words under his breath, and to Jeanne's astonishment, the glass began to fill with a dark, swirling liquid.
Her breath caught in her throat as she watched the black water rise, mesmerized by the display of power before her. It was a small demonstration, but it filled her with a sense of wonder and possibility.
"See?" Carl said with a grin, withdrawing his hand as the glass continued to fill with the mysterious liquid. "With a bit of practice and the right guidance, anything is possible."
"I'm intrigued, Carl. Tell me more."
Carl leaned back in his chair, his gaze intense. "Magic is a dangerous game, Jeanne. Not to mention the community is filled with hypocrites," He paused a little bit while ignoring the nagging of the devil woman who felt targeted by those words as she was brought back in the Bloodbound Domain since he was on a Date.
"However, if you truly wish to pursue this path, I can teach you. But be warned, it's not a journey to embark on lightly."
Jeanne's heart raced at the prospect, her mind filled with both excitement and trepidation. She knew deep down that Carl was no ordinary man, he was a monster hiding in plain sight. The thought should have terrified her, but instead, it intrigued her further.
Jeanne felt a mix of excitement and anxiety, wondering what kind of powers she could unlock with Carl's guidance.
While their conversation about magic unfolded, Carl didn't linger much on a subject that was still a mystery to Jeanne, and instead shifted gears for something comfortable that wouldn't make her feel awkward in absence of information.
He was natural at shifting subjects, and along the course of this dinner, Jeanne not even once felt strange talking with this charming Vampire. In fact, she felt that he was more of a man than other guys she interacted with, stirring certain emotions in her heart.
Similarly, Carl who suffered from a 'Blood Deficiency Syndrome' from the utilization of the Bloodbound Domain's Mindscape, felt that his control was on a tightrope because the essence Jeanne was giving off passively made his bloodthirst start to get out of control.
Under that influence, as her eyes sparkled with curiosity and her smile lit up the room, drawing his already bloodthirsty ass like a moth to flame. Jeanne, already infatuated, didn't notice the subtle shift in his demeanor, as his gaze lingered on her.
Carl's gaze shifted from her face and lowered to the opening of her red dress. He looked at her with a hunger in his eyes, and Jeanne felt her heart rate spike.
"Jeanne, you're so beautiful," Carl murmured, the words dripping with desire.
His hand reached out, gently grazing her arm before resting on her thigh.
His touch sent shivers down her spine, igniting a flame deep within her that she struggled to contain.
Unable to resist the magnetic pull that Carl exuded, Jeanne leaned in closer, her eyes fluttering shut as their lips met in a passionate kiss. The taste of his lips was electrifying, a mixture of red wine and desire that set Jeanne's heart racing.
Carl deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring the depths of her mouth. To Jeanne, he was such a great kisser that she felt her control was drifting away from her body.
Jeanne responded eagerly, her hands tracing over the broad expanse of his shoulders and tangling in his hair. As they savored every moment, Carl couldn't help but feel a bitter sense of guilt for his coming actions.
'Tsk, I don't like when I'm losing control of my body just because of this beastly instinct to drink blood to sustain myself.'
'Can't a man enjoy a sex session without being interrupted by bullcrap? Hah, I should get us a room before we make a scene at the Restaurant. I can feel their gazes on me.'
Despite the guilty feeling, Carl knew that he needed to sustain himself with blood to survive, and Jeanne was his prime source of blood. Besides, he wanted to satisfy her urges, too. The desire between them was palpable, and Carl knew that it would be a waste to let it go unused.
As they continued to explore each other's lips, Carl let his hand wander further up Jeanne's thigh, his fingers grazing the edge of her lace panties.
Jeanne gasped as his touch sent another wave of pleasure crashing through her body. She let out a low moan, her hips bucking forward in search of more. Carl took the invitation, slipping his fingers beneath the lace and into her wet folds.
Their kiss deepened, becoming more urgent as Carl explored her pussy, while Jeanne was lost in the moment, savoring each touch while her inhibitions and control was slipping away by the second.
Carl made her feel alive and free while in his company. He seemed to know what she wanted and gave it to her without hesitation. And that feeling of being desired and appreciated made her crave him even more.
With great effort, he suppressed the bloodlust that threatened to consume him and focused on the task at hand.
"Babe, let's move this to a private room. I'll pay for this dinner, but next time when my mind is more lucid, we'll split the bill."
Jeanne nodded, her cheeks flushed with excitement. She felt a rush of anticipation at the thought of being alone with Carl, away from prying eyes. As they left the restaurant, Carl settled the bill with a smooth efficiency, his demeanor calm and collected despite the turmoil raging within him.
Once outside, they made their way to the reception area of the Parkhotel Graz, where Carl booked them a luxurious suite for the night. The receptionist greeted them with a warm smile, oblivious to the true nature of the couple before her.
"Thank you, Carl," Jeanne murmured, her voice tinged with gratitude as they followed the receptionist to their suite. "This is all so... unexpected."
Carl chuckled softly, his arm brushing against hers as they walked. "I like to keep things interesting," he replied with a wink, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "And what better way to spend the night than in the company of a beautiful woman like yourself?"
Jeanne blushed at his compliment, feeling a flutter of excitement in her stomach. She couldn't deny the attraction she felt towards Carl, the way he seemed to effortlessly command the room with his presence. It was both thrilling and intimidating, but she was eager to see where the night would take them.
As they entered the suite, Jeanne's breath caught in her throat at the sight before her. The room was even more luxurious than she had imagined, with plush furnishings and soft lighting that cast everything in a warm, inviting glow.
"It's perfect," she whispered, her eyes wide with wonder.
Carl smiled, his gaze lingering on her face. "I'm glad you think so," he said softly, his voice filled with warmth. "Now, why don't we make ourselves comfortable? I'll pour us some more wine, and we can toast to the beginning of a night we'll never forget."
With the support of alcohol, the couple found themselves entangled once more, especially for Jeanne who felt bolder, uninhibited and incapable of resisting to his Devilish Charms.
His lips crashed down onto hers, his tongue delving deep into her mouth. She moaned against him, giving in to his urgency.
As Carl pressed Jeanne back against the cushioned seat, their bodies molded together. His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as if he couldn't get enough of her taste. Her fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt, pulling it free from his slacks and sliding underneath to the warm flesh of his back.
His mouth left hers, traveling down her neck, tracing a trail of kisses to the sensitive skin between her breasts. She tilted her head back, giving him better access, as he deftly undid the clasp of her bra, freeing her ample breasts.
"Make me yours, Carl," she whispered, her voice thick with desire.
"Fuck, Jeanne, you're so hot," he groaned, his thumb brushing over her nipple, eliciting a gasp from her.
She arched her back, sending her breast higher and into his waiting mouth. He suckled hungrily, teasing the hard peak with his teeth and tongue.
Jeanne cried out, her hips bucking upward as she sought some form of friction against her aching core.
"Please, Carl," she whimpered, her fingers clenching in his hair as she tried to guide him lower.
He complied, quickly making his way down her stomach until he reached the waistband of her skirt. With a devilish grin, he hooked his fingers in the fabric, tearing it down her legs and tossing it aside.
His eyes blazed with hunger as he took in the sight of her practically naked before him.
He wasted no time, trailing kisses down one thigh, teasing the sensitive skin with his protruding fangs, before moving to the other leg.
Jeanne's legs trembled as his lips traveled up the insides of her thighs, parting them wider with a push of his shoulders. With one agonizingly slow lick, he tasted the slickness between her legs.
She called out his name, her fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer as she ground her hips against his face.
Carl complied, sitting down next to her, his eyes locked onto hers. He could sense the fire in her gaze, the hunger that burned just below the surface. His own desire was equally as potent, a fierce ache that radiated through his entire body.
Without a word, Jeanne reached out, unbuttoning his shirt. Her fingers brushed against his chest, eliciting a shiver from him. She traced the lines of his abdomen with her fingertips, lingering on the waistband of his pants.
With a flick of her wrist, she undid the button and tugged at the zipper, revealing the black boxer briefs underneath. A soft moan escaped his lips as her cool fingers brushed against his heated skin.
He leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as he slipped a hand between her thighs, gently teasing her slick folds. She gasped into his mouth, her hips bucking instinctively as she sought more pressure.
Carl wasted no time, pulling off her panties and tossing them aside.
His fingers delved deeper, parting her slick folds and teasing her entrance with a tantalizingly slow rhythm.
"Please, Carl, don't tease me. I need you now," Jeanne pleaded, her voice hoarse with desire.
Carl smirked, his eyes glinting with primal need. "Patience, my dear," he said, his finger slipping inside her, causing her to gasp and clench around him.
He hooked his finger, hitting her sweet spot with precise accuracy.
Jeanne arched her back and moaned, her breath hitching as he added a second finger, thrusting rhythmically in and out of her. His thumb expertly strummed her swollen clit, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through her veins.
"You're mine, Jeanne," Carl growled, his voice guttural and raw with desire. "Say it."
"Say it, Jeanne," Carl demanded, his voice low and commanding. "Tell me you belong to me."
"I'm yours," she whimpered, consumed by a wave of pleasure so intense she thought she might drown in it.
Carl continued his relentless assault on her senses, his fingers moving with a speed and precision that seemed almost supernatural. Jeanne could feel her climax building inside her, an unstoppable force that threatened to shatter her into a million pieces.
"I belong to you, Carl," she gasped, her hips writhing against his hand as she raced towards the edge of oblivion.
"That's right," he growled, his thumb circling her clit as his fingers thrust deeper and harder. "You're all mine."
He slowly removed his fingers from her slick heat, bringing them to his mouth for a taste. Her essence was intoxicating, only stoking the fire within him.
He licked his fingers clean, his eyes blazing with desire as he crawled towards her.
After giving her plenty of foreplay, making her ready to embrace him, as Carl held Jeanne close, he could feel her heart pounding against his chest, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He knew she was teetering on the edge of ecstasy, her body quivering with anticipation.
With gentle care, he guided her head to rest against his shoulder, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered soothing words of reassurance.
"My dear," he murmured, his voice a soft caress against her skin. "I've got you. Just let go and surrender to the pleasure." He wanted her to feel safe and secure in his embrace, to know that she could trust him completely.
Jeanne melted against him, her body relaxing in his arms as she allowed herself to be consumed by the waves of pleasure crashing over her. She felt a sense of peace wash over her, a feeling of belonging that she had never experienced before.
With a tenderness that belied his true nature, Carl pressed his lips to the delicate skin of her neck, trailing kisses along her jawline before nuzzling against the pulsing vein beneath her ear. He could feel the steady thrum of her heartbeat against his lips, a rhythmic reminder of her humanity.
"It will be gentle, Jeanne. You'll feel good too." he whispered, his voice low and hypnotic.
With practiced precision, he sank his fangs into her soft flesh, drawing forth a single drop of her sweet, life-giving blood. He drank slowly, savoring the taste of her essence as it flooded his senses.
Jeanne gasped at the sensation, a mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through her veins. But even as she felt her strength begin to wane, she knew she was safe in Carl's arms.
-[Blood Absorption]
With each sip of Jeanne's blood, Carl felt a surge of vitality coursing through his veins, invigorating him in a way that nothing else could. It was as if her essence was fueling the flames of his cold heart, sating his hunger that burned hotter with each passing moment.
But even as he indulged in his primal instincts, Carl remained acutely aware of Jeanne's needs and desires. He could sense the pleasure building within her, the fire of passion burning bright in her eyes as she surrendered herself to him completely.