The Vampire Who Melted – 3/5

The scent of black fruits, burnt sugar, and pepper filled the hall, sweetening the air and warming everyone's skin. Lucien stood frozen, his eyes locked on Zafira Blu, his body on alert as if all his instincts had just awakened. He felt his heart pounding, a strange anxiety taking over, mixing desire and uncertainty.

Zafira twirled the golden spoon between her fingers, absolute mistress of the room. Her sky-blue hair shone under the magical lights as she smiled, as if she knew every sin hiding there. The servants' gazes were a mix of fascination and hunger. Some completely naked, others still trying to cover their bodies, but all hypnotized by her presence.

She approached Lucien with a goblet of black ice cream flecked with violet sparkles.

"Tonight is your night, count. Let me make the rules."

Her voice had a tone that blended affection, danger, and pure provocation. Lucien accepted the offered spoon, raising it to his mouth with a hint of challenge in his eyes. The flavor exploded on his tongue: cold at first, then a searing heat. An electric wave shot through his body, from mouth to toes. He let out an involuntary sigh, almost a moan, feeling his whole body ignite from the inside out.

Zafira, pleased with his reaction, sat down in his lap. The black vinyl bodysuit clung to her, shaping every curve. She filled the spoon with ice cream and slowly passed it over her own breast, letting it trickle down to her nipple.

"Taste it," she whispered, her ruby eyes shining.

Lucien leaned in, breathing in the scent of her skin mixed with ice cream, and slowly licked, his tongue catching every drop. Her nipple hardened in his mouth, Zafira gasped and tugged his hair gently, guiding his pace.

All around, the servants surrendered to the magical experience too. Some tried flavors on each other's bodies, others just watched, aroused. Jonas, a redheaded servant, licked ice cream from Sienna's neck as she moaned with her eyes closed, completely lost in this new pleasure. In the corner, two girls shared laughs, ice cream, and kisses, curious about the unexpected sensations.

As Lucien explored Zafira's breasts, she ran her hand slowly down his chest, finding his already hard shaft beneath the robe. She wrapped her fingers around it, squeezing gently, feeling the heat and the growing pulse. The count gasped, shocked by his own response. It had been so long since he'd felt anything like this, almost painfully intense, the desire rising inside him.

Zafira kept playing, her fingers gliding skillfully over the thick veins of his shaft, exploring every inch, while her other hand stayed on Lucien's neck, keeping him glued to her breast.

"Let yourself go, Lucien. Don't fight what you're feeling."

He obeyed, sucking her nipple, licking off melted ice cream, feeling his tongue sharpen at the contrast of cold and heat, of sweetness and the salt of her skin. Zafira closed her eyes, moaned softly, rocking gently in his lap.

All around, the entire hall was transformed. Servants licked and touched one another, exploring new pleasures, surrendering to the magical effects of the flavors. Moans echoed between the tables, smiles, low cries, laughter drunk on desire. No one bothered to hide anymore, everyone was part of a great dance of lust, magic, and release.

Zafira sped up her hand, feeling Lucien's shaft throb even harder with each glide of her fingers, while Lucien's body trembled under her touch. His member pulsed so hard it seemed almost ready to leap from her grip, blood rushing hot, veins thick and full.

Lucien lost control of his hips, seeking more, feeling waves of pleasure ripple through him, making him bite his lip and moan against her breast, muffled sounds full of urgency.

His breathing was heavy, chest rising and falling fast, eyes half-closed in pure pleasure. Every cell in his body buzzed, a burning heat spreading from his crotch up to his neck, as if a flame had been lit inside him threatening to consume everything.

Zafira's touch was both gentle and firm, switching between soft caresses and squeezes that almost made him lose control. The scent of ice cream mingled with her perfume, making everything more intense, more real, more impossible to resist.

Lucien looked up at her, eyes shiny with tears, his face flushed, breathing ragged, words tripping before they left his mouth. He grasped her hand tight, as if needing an anchor not to lose himself in those sensations, yet he still felt he might fall apart at any moment.

"I... I didn't know I still could…"

he murmured, surprised at his own vulnerability, his body begging for more than he ever imagined. Gratitude, shame, euphoria, and a hunger that could never be sated. His heart beat so fast he could almost hear his own blood, and the pleasure throbbed in growing waves, so different from anything he'd experienced in all his eternity.

Zafira smiled, a mix of wickedness and tenderness, and bent closer, bringing her lips to his ear, her breath cool and sweet brushing his sensitive skin.

"You haven't felt anything yet. This is just the first spoonful, count."

Her voice echoed like a spell, promising so much more.

Without releasing his shaft, Zafira pulled Lucien's head even closer, pressing her breast to his mouth, ice cream running down her chest, smearing his skin. Her hand's rhythm increased, playing with his pulses, while Lucien couldn't control himself anymore, moaning, trembling, needing more, his hips moving on their own.

The air was pure electricity. Some servants threw themselves on tables, others laughed, moaned, tasting ice cream from each other's bodies. Sienna now lay naked on the carpet, two boys exploring her with tongues and laughter, while, on the balcony, Jonas got a passionate kiss from one of the girls. The hall became a wild party, a celebration of every possible desire.

At the center, Lucien lost all fear. He forgot his melancholy, his past, his wounded pride. There was only hunger, heat, sweat, and the certainty that, for the first time in centuries, he was the devoured, the chosen one, the man who finally felt again.

His body responded without thought, his skin hypersensitive to Zafira's touch, her scent, her laughter, the pleasure that seemed endless.

Inside, everything in him was melting, and he knew, looking at the witch before him, that this was only the beginning.