A Rather Wonderful Affair (NSFW/18+)

(A/N - A chapter of sex. If that ain't your thing, you don't need to read it. But for you horny buggers reading, go buck wild and read it all you want.)

I continued kissing the needy Vampire on my lap, but one thing that distracted me was how hot her crotch was in comparison to the rest of her body. Her skin was cool to the touch but her pussy was practically radiating so much heat that I could clearly feel it through her dress and the pants I was wearing.

Gripping at her waist, I held her to me as I stood and rotated, placing her back down on the table as I leaned over her, devouring her lips with my own needy desire that didn't lose out to her own.

Positioned like this, I could feel both her heat and two stubbornly hard nubs trying to poke holes in my chest. Letting go of her hips, eliciting a meek whining sound like she wanted me to continue holding her waist and hips forever.

But I had a better place for where my hands could be.

Carmilla separated herself from our kiss to let out a sharp outtake of breath as her closed eyes shot open, the icy blue clouded by lust as she gave a twitchy smile, "You sadistic little bastard," she breathlessly said before letting out a low moan as I tweaked at her hard nipples, squeezing her magnificent melons in my hands soon after. They felt divine.

"Your body doesn't seem to be complaining," I smirked, massaging the two wonderful breasts I was currently holding before leaning in for another intense kiss.

She moaned into my mouth at the titillations I was performing on her tits and nipples, and she writhed below me before settling on wrapping her legs around my waist and bringing herself to me, rubbing her hot crotch up against my increasing hard one. The friction down there was obviously adding to her pleasure as her moans picked up in intensity - as did the movements of her lips and tongue.

She was feisty and she knew what she wanted. She didn't wait for me to do something, neither was she afraid to show how much she enjoyed this act - and it only made her more and more attractive in my eyes.

Pulling back, I decided to see how kinky she was.

Biting down on my lip with my fang, I sucked a mouthful of blood before letting the wound heal. Then, just as Carmilla was giving me a look of confusion, I continued the kiss but pushed my blood into her mouth. Honestly, I was surprised by two things: By how tasty my own blood was and by Carmilla's reaction.

As soon as the blood entered her mouth, she swallowed it and her eyes shot open before slamming shut again. Her gyrating hips slammed into mine and stayed there, like they were glued there. Her entire body was subtly shaking and a mewling whimper escaped her throat as she shook.

She was cumming.

I laid off on my ministrations, taking my hands off her breasts and staying a bit away from her face as she went through her orgasm. I just looked at her.

Her eyes weren't slammed shut at the minute and were barely open - showing her eyes looking up into the back of her head. When her eyes finally looked back at me, they were out of focus and her pupils were dilated massively. It was like she was high or something.

In her current state, she just reached up and traced a finger across my face. Across my jaw, over my lips, up the bridge of my nose, around my eyes--it was like she was truly high or something.

...It must've been one high of an O, huh?

Eventually she regained herself and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me down for a much more tame kiss. It wasn't chaste, by any means, but it was much more gentle. The feeling of the kiss was almost...thankful. This was proven seconds latter when we separated and she spoke, her lips spreading into an intoxicating smile.

"Thank you for that, Crowley...I needed it more than you could ever know," she thanked me, bringing a hand and running a thumb over my now-healed bottom lip, "I never knew another's blood could have such an effect on me. I might get addicted if I'm not careful. You wouldn't mind, would you?" she looked up at me mischievously, her tone playful.

Smirking I gave her an answer, "Gee, I don't know, Carmilla. What would I get in return for offering you a bit of my blood?" I teased and she did something I never thought I'd see Carmilla of Styria do - she pouted up at me.

"Truly, you're a sadistic man, aren't you, Crowley?" she asked in rhetoric before pulling me back down. Not for a kiss, however, but to whisper in my ear, "Carry me to my sleeping chambers and I can assure you I can offer something just as addictive in return," her voice was hoarse and filled with a primal need that kicked my own arousal up a few notches.

Scooping her up in a princess carry, I ignored the somewhat damp spot on her red dress and the wetness that had been rubbed all over my own crotch, and smiled down at her and she held herself to me, her arms around my neck still. "Directions?" I asked, smiling down at her.

"I'll give them when needed, so hurry up and run for your reward~" she said in a sing-song voice, urging me onward. I resisted the urge to say she seemed just as keen as me and picked up into a sprint.

Carmilla showed me the way, giving quick directions as her breathing picked up in excitement the closer we got to where I assume her bedroom was.

Finally, we arrived.

Entering, I saw a wonderfully lavish room. A bed much bigger than any bed needed to be. It was a poster canopy bed, with white, somewhat see-though veils surrounding the bed and it's sheets; which were bright red. Carmilla really likes red, it would seem.

Holding her up with one arm, I pulled the veil to the side and placed Carmilla down on her the bed, crumpling the perfectly crease-free sheets.

Carmilla looked up at me with half-lidded and expectant eyes, an easy smile spread across her face as she watched me. Before I joined her on the bed, I took off the shirt I was wearing, showing the perfectly sculpted and sized muscles on my upper body - had eight-pack abs and obliques that looked like they were carved out of stone. Not to mention the previously mentioned muscular chest, shoulders and arms.

I was the full package, if I do say so myself.

Kicking off my own boots, I shimmied my pants off and was treated by another surprise. A big schlong.

...Thank god for that. Would've hated if I'd chosen a body that had a small one.

Carmilla also saw it and her smile widened even further, becoming tinged with wanton lust as she went to sit up and lean toward me but I stopped her, pushing her back down as I kneeled down at the edge of the bed.

Pulling her toward me, I got a look of utter disbelief from Carmilla who guessed what I was about to do. I moved her dress out of the way - it had a slit up the side that allowed me to move the fabric to show her sodden silk panties. Grabbing them, I carefully took them off, catching her scent with my amped up Vampire senses - it was just as lovely as I thought it would be. I held myself back from outright sniffing at the panties and threw them to the side before turning back to the steamy source of that scent.

Her pussy was completely bare, with only a small and well-trimmed bush of white hair above her lips. It was shaped like a triangle that pointed down to her pussy - like a sign.

I smiled and practically dove into my next task.

I could tell she wanted to tell me it wasn't necessary. That she'd already came once. That she wanted to return the favor. That she was surprised a man was giving oral to a woman - the men of this era are very backwards.

But she couldn't. I looked up over her mound as I dragged my flat tongue up her slit from her perineum to her clit, getting a mouthful of her ambrosia for my efforts.

Her mouth was open like a big 'O', a silent wail coming out of her mouth as her abs tensed and flexed, her chest jiggling and wobbling in a tantalizing way. Yet this was far from the end of it as I found her taste to be genuinely exquisite, forcing me to continue lapping at her opening and greedily drinking down her pussy juice.

My tongue reached into her, lapping between her folds and delving to discover new depths as she continuously supplied me with more and more of her juices. Her moans were a lot less silent now, as she brought her hands down to my head, grabbing my hair and pushing me toward her slit, like she wanted to put my head in there, all so I could tongue her deeper.

I searched through her pussy, noting places that gained more reactions from her and which movements these places liked the most. Then, once I knew all that, I went on the attack. Carmilla wasn't ready for that.

Her moans picked her, her hips buckling under what I was doing with my tongue, but I kept her still with my hands holding her down like a pair of vices.

"Oh, oh--OH GOD, CROWLEY!" Carmilla called out, her twitching and writhing picking up in intensity, her hands pulling on my hair and pushing my head so hard that if I wasn't a Vampire, I'd probably have had my head crushed by now. Jokes aside, she was getting very close now, and I could feel her encroaching orgasm as clear as day through my tongue - her insides were twitching erratically and she was practically leaking juices at this point. I couldn't lap it all up no matter what I did either.

Leaving one of my hands to hold her still, I brought my other hand and moved my chin and mouth out of the way, digging one of my fingers into her vagina, pushing against the top-most wall and searching for something.

It didn't take long and I clawed my fingers toward me, digging into the slightly rougher patch of flesh inside of her - her G-spot.

At the same time as I did this, I latched my lips onto and around her extended clit, sucking on it and slicking the top with my tongue.

It was the ultimate finishing move. The already close to orgasm Carmilla couldn't withstand it.

Her legs wrapped around my head, her thick thighs squeezing my head with enough force to kill a regular person, and her entire body went tense before she began bucking and writhing like a wild bull at a rodeo. A loud cry came from her lips and she called out my name as if it were her new mantra, grinding herself against my face and covering me in the spray of liquids her orgasm had produced.

Mission objective complete.

Eventually she let up, releasing my head and face from the death grip her thighs held me in, and I backed up to look at my handiwork. Carmilla's chest heaved up and down, her breaths coming in ragged and heavy, her eyes completely unfocused like before. Her dress was creased in places now, and her nipples seemed almost painfully erect from what I could see through the fabric. Behind her, her hair was splayed out in a messy manner and her body was lazily lounging while experiencing the aftershocks of her orgasm - she looked effortlessly angelic right now. Beautiful without even trying.

I just took the time to lie down next to her after wiping my face clean. I lay there, stroking her hair with one hand and using the other to move stray strands of hair off of her face while she recovered from the effects of her orgasm.

As expected of a Vampire, however, she recovered quite quickly and turned to look at me while I played with her hair.

"...I'll be frank, I think you're the first man I've had give me oral sex without being forced or nagged to do so," she casually informed me, a hand of hers coming up and stroking the side of my face, "Definitely the best I've had as well," she complimented while giving me playful little smile that nearly short-circuited my brain.

I leaned over and planted a soft kiss on her lovable lips, one she returned with vigor.

Pulling back, I gave her a playful smirk of my own as I cocked an eyebrow up, "What can I say? I live to please, Carmilla," I joked and got a scoff from her but she still smiled as she sat up before getting off the bed.

As I turned to her, I saw her shimmy off her dress, showcasing her beautiful body.

Toned to perfection, it was easy to see the supple strength to her flesh from how her muscles subtly flexed as she turned to look over her shoulder at me, her smile positively devilish - except her toned muscles didn't take away from any sex appeal she held. On the contrary, it only made the feminine curves she had stand out even more.

Not to mention she had a brilliant ass, connected to a thin waist and wonderfully thick, long legs. Her figure was very statuesque - like a supermodel's. Except she wasn't overly skinny.

She looked happy, seeing me taking in and enjoying the view in front of me, and turned around to show me the front. Her flat stomach, her perfectly sized breasts, the wonderfully soft-looking flesh around her collarbone and neck--that last one seemed very Vampire-like, huh?

Either way, she began her approach.

She collapsed onto all fours as she got onto the bed and she crawled toward me, prowling like a predator on the hunt and her prey was right in front of her. She moved with an almost feline-like grace as she crawled on top of me, her legs straddling me and putting her on top. One of her feet held her up as her hand reached down, grabbing my dick as she positioned the head and aligned it with her opening.

"It's been a while and I've certainly never had anything as big as yours in there, so let's go gentle for now, okay?" she told me and I nodded, knowing she wanted control for the start and didn't want me to hump her from below like an animal - not until she was ready, anyway.

Despite her warning, her voice dripped with excitement and she bit her lip as she looked between me and the erect tool she held in her hand. There was a hungry look to her eyes.

Then she slowly, methodically and calmly lowered herself down onto my dick.

If I felt like her pussy was hot before, now it felt borderline boiling. It was like putting my dick into very hot jello that was sentient and writhed around it, sucking lovingly on it.

...It was different but admittedly a very nice feeling.

Before long, I was entirely in her and her warning seemed all for naught - she was wet and turned on enough that even my large tool got in there without much trouble. Not to say it wasn't tight or anything, because it was exceedingly tight inside her. The incredible heat, mixed with the simultaneous tightness and softness of her inner walls was an incredible sensation - no other woman I'd ever been with could compare in the slightest.

The two of us released a gasp, looking the other in the eye in disbelief as if to ask 'You're feeling this too, right?'. It seemed our sexual compatibility was pretty high, among other things.

Carmilla composed herself and began riding up and down my shaft, picking up in speed, intensity and strength as she got more and more used to my cock size and it being in her. The bed creaked below us, seemingly not being built to withstand two superhumans fucking on top of it. Still, I couldn't care less and grabbed at Carmilla's waist, pulling her down toward me even harder, as if I was trying to pierce a hole through her with my dick.

She seemed to enjoy the sentiment, as every time I bottomed out and hit the end of her pussy, she let out a whimpering moan that was slowly growing in volume the more I did those actions.

Despite only just starting, both of us seemed to be getting close and we picked up the speed of our movements, desperately seeking the release we knew was coming. I felt my balls tingle, a pull beginning to develop in my lower abdomen as I pounded away from below her. Her moans became louder again, her eyes closed and her body tensing up ever so slightly as she twitched all over - a sign I was quickly realizing was the signal that she was close to cumming.

Feeling like I was about to let go myself, I brought one of my hands to a proven weak point of Carmilla's - her clit. I used her own juices as lubricant and circled my thumb around her clit while simultaneous digging my dick as deep as I could into her, knocking that spot at the end that seemed to drive her wild.

It was enough to send her completely crazy.

Her pussy walls gripped me like a meaty glove, twitching and writhing with a mind of it's own as her juices flooded out of her, covering my crotch with them. She collapsed down on top of me, bucking wildly as she grasped her hands around me, hugging me close as if to balance herself against the orgasmic ripples ripping through her body.

She didn't wail like a banshee or anything but the pleasure seemed to have burned through her, taking away her ability to make sounds.

That's as much as I could think about as my own orgasm overcame me.

My vision filled with explosions of light as I felt myself empty my balls into her pussy. My ears buzzed but I could still hear the whimpering whine that escaped Carmilla's mouth as she felt my cum enter her womb - the very action of that happening seemed to drive her through another mini-orgasm of sorts.

Anything that happened passed that was something of a blur as the two of us clambered into her bed, getting under the covers and quickly became entangled with each other. Then, sleep quickly came to me.

The both of us were sated completely. It was nice.

. . .

Picking up my gloves from the table and my jacket from the chair, I thought about the difference between this morning and last night (which is actually dusk and dawn-ish respectively) - Carmilla was much cooler with me. Some would even say she was pretty cold with me.

For one, when I awoke, she was gone from our entangled mess of limbs, leaving me feeling a bit lonely. Secondly, when I saw her, she tried to act as if nothing had happened.

...She was embarrassed, no doubt. Embarrassed by how much she'd shown. How much potential weakness she'd shown to a man. She was totally wrong but that's probably how Carmilla viewed sex; that it was an act where there was a winner and a loser, someone in domination and the other in submission. Knowing how she was prideful just from my memories of the show and my short time seeing her in the flesh, I knew this would be a bit of a sore spot for her.

After all, I took control last night. Not to mention that in her mind, the person who came the most was probably the loser (which would be her) and it's a constant nag on her pride. She was no doubt used to having men wrapped around her fingers and being in control.

Being sent into an orgasmic frenzy was no doubt a new thing for her.

And the final nail in the coffin? She probably enjoyed it. She probably enjoyed it, A LOT. Which is making her prideful mindset frustrated at submitting so much to someone else.

So, I'd give her some time to get her mind straight. If I rush in now and try and speak to her about it, she'll either lash out or act dumb and indifferent about it. Whether or not that took a long time or not is unknown right now, but what can you do? Pride is good and all, but if you have too much of it, it can really fuck with you.

"Ah, Crowley," I heard Lenore and turned to her as I pulled on my gloves. She was smiling, walking toward me and dressed in a similar styled dress to the one she wore last night, but this one was light green with a lovely flower pattern spread across the bottom part of the dress, "How was your night with Carmilla?" she gave an impish smile and I grinned, shaking my head in reply.

"I don't kiss and tell, Lenore," I informed her, pulling my other glove on before attaching my sheathe and sword belt around my waist again, "But from that impish little smile you're wearing, I think you already know the answer, no?"

Her red eyes narrowed and her smile widened slightly as she answer, continuing to walk toward me, "Oh, of course I do. I think anyone with ears knows how much you two enjoyed each others company," she stopped right in front of me, looking up at me with her pretty face, "But let me guess, Carmilla is giving you the cold shoulder?" she asked and I relented with a nod, to which she continued with a sympathy-filled voice, "You no doubt know this already, Crowley, but Carmilla is a prideful woman. Give her some time to think it through and then talk to her. She has her reasons for why she's the way she is."

Nodding, I scratched at my jaw before answering, "I was already planning on doing that but thanks for the advice anyway, Lenore. I may not have any memories but my common sense and instincts seem to be intact still," I joked, getting a chuckle from Lenore.

Lenore, however, stopped laughing and placed a hand on my chest, drumming her fingers against the muscle, "While you wait for her, don't feel like you need to be celibate. I'm here whenever you need it, Crowley," she said in an alluring tone, her smile being one of desire. Something that was matched by her eyes being filled with obvious interest.

"As much as I'm flattered by the offer, Lenore, I don't think it would help my case with Carmilla if as soon as she stopped putting out I moved onto one of her sisters," I gave a wry grin, taking Lenore's hand off of my chest.

I mean, I'll take my chances with horny Vampires, sure, but not now. Not when Carmilla is obviously in a bad mood - if I fucked Lenore and Carmilla found out in the mood she's in right now, she'd be incredibly bitter, sour and furious about the whole situation. Right now, she's not the exact same Carmilla as in canon - the cynical, man-hating, jaded woman who only sees the worst in people. I've stopped her from ever becoming that person because I came to help her when no one else did against the humans and the wolf people.

But if I showed her that I was just a horny Vampire man, fucking his way through her castle? She'd be back on the road she was meant for.

Besides, give up this chance now and who knows, maybe I'll get even luckier in the future?

"Oh, well a woman can try, can't she?" Lenore's sexy face vanished, being replaced by a cute pout and disappointed eyes - but she was no doubt reevaluating me in her head. "And here I thought you were just a horny Vampire, Crowley. Seems like good people do indeed exist," she said, a humorous tone to her voice before realization crossed her face, "Ah, Striga actually wanted to speak to you in the training room."

"Striga?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows, "What for?"

This made Lenore's impish grin come back, "Knowing that muscle-headed woman, she's no doubt going to ask you for a spar. She's nowhere near trusting you yet, Crowley, but she seems to acknowledge your strength."

And so, I was on my way with an impish redheaded ginger to 'spar' with a giant Vampire woman. What a life I've been put into.