Reborn as a Vampire in a Dying World: Blood, Power, and Pleasure
Chapter 52: Lilian (Soft R18)

Chapter 52: Lilian (Soft R18)

GASP.

Corven jolted upright, cold sweat clinging to his skin. His breath hitched—just for a moment—before the world steadied again.

He looked around and quickly realized he was on the bed—Rose on one side, Lilian on the other. Both of them were leaning in close, their faces filled with worry.

"What happened!? You just passed out so suddenly," Rose said, raising her voice in panic.

"Were you attacked?" Lilian added, her tone quieter but just as tense.

Corven wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a short laugh, like it was no big deal. Honestly, after what just happened, it really didn’t feel like one.

"I’m fine," he said, waving it off. "I took care of it easily."

Rose gave him a look. "Are you just saying that so we won’t freak out?"

He shrugged with a half-smile. "Even if I was, would you believe me?"

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

The sound hit the door like a drumbeat. It was followed by the muffled voices of Irsted and Trish.

They must’ve finally gotten past the vampires—or maybe they just killed anyone who saw them. Either way, they made it back.

Rose glanced between Corven and Lilian. Something seemed to click in her head, and without needing to explain, she stood up.

"I’ll handle it. You two stay here."

She walked to the door and opened it slightly. Irsted and Trish were on the other side, bloodstains on their clothes and tension in the air. The faint metallic scent of blood slipped into the room as she stepped out and shut the door behind her.

The room went quiet again.

Lilian looked back at Corven. Her voice was a little softer now. "Are you really okay?"

[Bloodreader Activated]

She wasn’t just asking for the sake of it. He could feel the guilt bubbling under the surface. She blamed herself. To her, all this chaos started because she got caught.

She was being genuine.

Which was still kind of weird, honestly. Not many vampires were. Maybe she only acted this way to people who saved her. Who knows how she’d be with strangers.

But still.

"Don’t worry about it," Corven said, choosing his words carefully.

He didn’t want to just brush her off. Strengthening the bond wasn’t always about being physical. Sometimes it was just about showing up right—saying the things that needed to be said.

"I’m really fine. And more importantly, I’m just glad you didn’t get hurt too bad back there."

Lilian blinked at that, looking kind of surprised. She probably expected him to make it about himself, not shift it to her.

It wasn’t fake, either. Corven meant it. He was worried about her too.

She smiled a little. "Let me repay your care then," she said softly, and leaned in to kiss him.

Her lips hovered near his for a moment longer than expected, like she was second-guessing herself. Not because she didn’t want it—quite the opposite. To her, this wasn’t just heat. It was trust.

When she finally kissed him, it was slow and cautious—like she was testing the water before letting herself drown.

It started gentle.

All the tension she’d been carrying a moment ago started to melt. The heat that had faded when he blacked out started coming back, warming her up again. And this time, Corven didn’t just sit still and take it—he kissed her back properly.

He told himself not to hold back so much.

If he was going to be a sire, he should start acting like one.

’I’m not a virgin anymore, and Rose was right. I need to stop floating and actually try taking control for once.’

He laughed a bit to himself. It sounded dumb in his head, like something a teenager would say. But it was true. In his last life, he wasn’t exactly anyone special. He just drifted.

Back on Earth, he’d never had this kind of hold on anyone. No one ever looked at him the way she was looking at him now—equal parts hunger and reverence.

That needed to change.

He pulled back just enough to see Lilian’s face. Her lips were parted, breathing heavier now. Her white camisole had bunched at her hips, clinging like second skin, the pale fabric teasing more than it covered.

Corven didn’t hesitate. He manipulated his suit and let the fabric shift away, shadows peeling off his skin like liquid smoke—warm, seamless, practiced. He felt the air kiss his bare chest as Lilian’s eyes widened slightly.

Lilian’s eyes widened a little, but she didn’t stop him.

"Eager, aren’t you?" she asked, half-teasing.

"Well... you were the one who offered," Corven said with a short chuckle.

This time, he leaned in first. He kissed her again, hand moving up to the last strap of her camisole—the one thing still clinging to her shoulder.

[Bloodreader Activated]

Every move was guided by her reactions. He wasn’t guessing—he knew when to move, when to slow down, when to press in. He wasn’t just reacting anymore. He was tuned in.

[Objective: Deepen bond with second progeny 5/100]

He gave the strap a small tug, and it slid off her shoulder. The camisole dropped and pooled around her thighs, leaving her upper body exposed.

Lilian didn’t just lie there. Her hands were already sliding down his back, fingers trailing along his skin while they kissed deeper.

’Vampires and sex really are like gold for humans. What a weird-ass world...’

He pushed her down gently onto her back, climbing over her without missing a beat. This time, he looked at her with a bit more edge in his eyes—confidence he didn’t always let show.

"Shall we continue?" he asked, voice low.

"You’re seriously asking after all that?" she smirked.

Instead of answering, he leaned down and nipped lightly at her neck. She let out a quiet moan, body twitching under him.

His hands slid along her hips, then toward her thighs. He made sure every touch felt good—for her, not just for him.

This wasn’t just about pleasure. It was about power, connection, control.

And this time, he didn’t plan to stop at just making her moan.