Reborn as a Vampire in a Dying World: Blood, Power, and Pleasure
Chapter 39: Softcore, Hardcore (R18)

Chapter 39: Softcore, Hardcore (R18)

Corven barely had time to blink before Rose was straddling his lap.

Her thighs pressed against his hips, firm and warm. She leaned in close, her breath hitting his cheek, smelling faintly of blood.

Her lips were parted, her eyes locked on his, glowing faintly with that same red hue he’d seen downstairs.

"Still with me?" she asked, voice low, teasing.

He nodded slowly, his hands settling on her waist. "Barely. You’re really not gonna let me catch my breath, huh?"

"Nope," she grinned, pressing her body closer. Her chest brushed against his, soft and warm through her thin lingerie. "You were the one who picked the drink. You deal with it."

Her fingers slid behind his neck, pulling him into a kiss—deep and hot, no hesitation. Their mouths moved in sync.

Tongues met, wet and needy, a quiet mmf escaping from both of them. The haze in Corven’s head thickened as she kissed him harder, shifting against his lap.

He could feel her through the fabric. Damp. Hot.

The thin material of his pants didn’t hide the growing pressure. His breath hitched when she rolled her hips again, slowly, dragging along his erection.

"Fuck..." he muttered.

"Yeah," she whispered into his mouth. "Exactly."

Rose trailed kisses down his jawline, then lower, to his neck. Her teeth scraped against his skin—just a little pressure, nothing sharp. He flinched as she bit down, not enough to break skin, but enough to make him grunt.

"Still thirsty?" he said breathlessly.

"Just teasing."

Her hands slid under his shirt, fingers tracing along his abs, up his chest. Then she tugged the shirt off entirely. It hit the floor with a fwump. Her hands were back on him a second later, palms flat against his bare skin.

"Your turn," Corven said, sitting up enough to grip the hem of her lingerie.

Rose raised her arms obediently, letting him pull it over her head. The fabric slid off with a soft shhh, and then it was gone. She was bare from the waist up, her breasts pressing into his chest again.

He reached up, cupping one. She let out a soft sound—half gasp, half moan—when his thumb brushed over her nipple. He circled it once, then again, watching it harden under his touch.

She squirmed in his lap, hips grinding.

"Sensitive, huh?" he murmured.

"You already know the answer to that." she whispered, kissing him again.

His hands slid lower, down her sides, to her thighs. Then under her, gripping her ass. She gasped when he squeezed, letting out a soft laugh.

"Strong hands," she said.

"Am I being too rough?" Corven replied with an awkward laugh.

"Even drunk you’re still so conservative."

He chuckled. "My bad..."

He kissed her again, slower this time, one hand trailing between her legs. His fingers slipped under the last bit of fabric she wore. She was soaked. Her breath caught when he touched her—just the tip of a finger running along her slit.

Slick.

"Fuck, Rose..."

"Mhm..." She moaned.

He rubbed slow, steady circles over her clit. Her hips bucked slightly, her head falling against his shoulder. Her breath was hot on his skin, her voice breathy.

"Don’t stop."

"I won’t."

He slipped a finger inside her. Tight, hot, wet. She groaned, biting down on his shoulder hard enough to sting.

"Oh gods, yes—" She moaned again.

She didn’t apologize. She just pushed back against his hand, her thighs shaking slightly as he curled his finger inside her, then added a second.

Squish, squish.

"You’re already close," he whispered.

"You’re better at this than you think," she muttered, voice trembling.

He kept going, thrusting his fingers slow and deep. Every time he curled them, she moaned louder. Her nails dug into his back. Her body was trembling now.

Then she came.

Hard.

Her thighs clenched around his hand. Her back arched, lips parting with a shaky, drawn-out moan.

"Aahh—hh..." Her hips jerked, riding his fingers, her entire body trembling through the release.

Corven pulled his fingers out slowly, watching her catch her breath. Her face was flushed, glowing with sweat and pleasure.

"Damn," she panted. "Okay. That was... better than last time."

He brought his fingers to his lips, licking them clean. Her eyes widened a little.

"Oh... getting braver I see?" she said, half laughing.

"It’s the alcohol’s fault," he replied.

"You should be like this more often then." she smiled.

She pushed him back onto the mattress, and he let her. Her hands worked his belt open in seconds. The clink of metal, then the cool air hitting his skin.

He was hard. Fully. She grabbed him, and he gasped.

"Damn, Rose—"

She stroked slowly, fingers wrapping around the base and moving up, down, up. Schlick. Schlick.

"Feels good?" she asked.

He nodded, biting his lip.

Without warning, she leaned down and took him in her mouth.

"Shit..." Corven muttered.

[Bond Deepening: 83%]

Her lips slid over him, warm and wet. Tongue flicking along the underside. Her hand stayed wrapped around the base, stroking what she couldn’t fit.

She moved slowly at first. Then faster. Her head bobbed, mouth full, saliva coating him with every motion.

Gluck, gluck, gluck.

Corven grabbed the sheets, breathing hard. "Fuck, Rose—"

She pulled off with a pop. "Not yet."

Then she climbed over him again.

She straddled him, reached down, and guided him to her entrance.

"No more holding back this time," she said.

Then she sank down.

[Bond Deepening: 94%]

Both of them moaned.

Tchlk.

"This feels... new." he gasped, gripping her hips.

"You’re such a prude." she replied.

She adjusted, rocking slowly, getting used to him inside her. Then she started moving. Hips rolling, bouncing in slow rhythm. Slap. Slap.

"I’m trying my best here." he groaned.

She rode him steady, her hands on his chest, using him for leverage. His hands moved to her ass again, guiding her, helping her move faster. Slap, slap, slap.

Her moans came louder now. She was losing rhythm, hips jerking with each bounce.

"Rougher," she begged.

He complied.

He sat up, wrapped his arms around her, and thrust up into her hard. Thump, thump.

She cried out, holding onto him like she was falling.

"I think I’m getting used to this," he whispered.

"I’m—fuck—I can tell—"

She grabbed his face, kissed him hard, and they both came.

Her body tensed, a moan ripping out of her throat. His arms squeezed her tight as he came inside her, hips jerking, groaning into her mouth.

"Ahh—fuck..."

[Bond Deepening: 100%]

They stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard, bodies locked together.

Then she collapsed onto his chest, both of them soaked with sweat and heat.

"...Damn," he muttered.

"Damn right," she said.

They lay there in silence, the haze finally starting to fade.

"Did I do well?" Corven asked.

Rose laughed against his skin.

"For a first time? yeah."

[Objective: Maximize bond with progeny 100/100]

[Minor Quest Complete]

[Reward: Choose One Trait/Ability to add from random list]