Chapter 29: Why I enjoyed making (R-18)
Night enveloped the dormitory in a thick silence, broken only by whispers and muffled moans that echoed through the stone corridors.
In the west wing, in a room with dark walls covered in heavy velvet, Carmilla and Victor were locked in an ancient, intimate, and unrestrained dance.
Carmilla arched her back against the four-poster mattress, her hair spread like black ink across the sheets. Her sharp nails dug into Victor’s pale shoulders as she murmured dirty, archaic words, lost between short breaths and the ecstasy that consud her.
That night, her obsession was him—his body, his presence, and especially what she was, in monts of total abandon. A fierce fixation that made her move her hips with almost desperate urgency, seeking every inch with a hunger that only centuries of intimacy could generate.
Victor growled softly.
His lips were stained dark red, and his fangs glead in the flickering candlelight. His hands gripped Carmilla’s waist with supernatural force, pressing her cold skin against him.
Marks appeared beneath his fingers... promises of bruises that would disappear before dawn.
The air in the room was heavy. It slled of lting candles, warm skin... and sex.
A spark of vampiric power lingered in the air, making the flas dance erratically, as if reacting to the wild rhythm of the scene.
"More, Victor..." Carmilla gasped as she shifted position, getting on all fours for him to penetrate her, her voice hoarse, almost a command. "Don’t stop. By all hell... don’t stop!"
Then the bedroom door burst open with a dry bang.
Without knocking.
Without ceremony.
Scarlett entered.
The young vampire with fiery red hair crossed her arms as her eyes swept over the scene before her.
Her expression was stern, almost irritated, as if she had just witnessed sothing deeply inconvenient... not necessarily shocking.
She walked to the bed without hesitation.
WHACK.
A sharp slap landed on Carmilla’s backside. Her bottom imdiately turned red.
"For the love of eternity, Mother!" Scarlett growled. "You two are making an absurd amount of noise."
Her gaze swept over Victor and Carmilla, still intertwined; his penis was so deep inside her that she couldn’t even see the beginning of the shaft...
"Do you want his mother to hear this from the other side of the castle?" Scarlett asked angrily; after all, it was a real risk! Serafall had left, but who could imagine she wouldn’t return quickly?
Carmilla, interrupted at the height of her ecstasy, let out a deep growl. Her red eyes glead with fury and frustration.
Victor let out a heavy sigh, still holding her waist and halting his movents as his body trembled with the interrupted tension.
"Scarlett..." Carmilla began, her voice full of nace. "I’m going to rip your—"
"You can threaten later," Scarlett cut in imdiately. "Now turn that down. Or you’ll attract even the rats in the basent or so vampire awake at this hour..."
She pointed at the two of them impatiently. "I don’t want to have to deal with anything right now, especially with us two being fugitives that the Vampire King hates."
Scarlett let out an irritated sigh and added, disdainfully:
"Then calm your loose cunt down and do it more quietly."
With one last disapproving look, she spun on her heels and began walking toward the door.
But before she could leave—
"Don’t you want to join us?" Victor asked calmly, without even looking at her.
His movent had resud, his cock went even deeper into Carmilla.
"Ah... yes!" Carmilla, now trying to stifle her moans, bit her own fist as he continued.
Scarlett froze mid-step.
"M-?" she replied, turning only half her face. "N-no. I’m fine."
She made a vague gesture with her hand, trying to appear indifferent. "This business of using sen as food is sothing that crazy bitch over there would do, I’m a woman of principles."
Carmilla, biting her lip, simply said:
"You’re a virgin, what principle is that~ Ah ~
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