Reborn as a Vampire in a Dying World: Blood, Power, and Pleasure
Chapter 53: Between Trust and Thighs (R18)

Chapter 53: Between Trust and Thighs (R18)

Lilian lay back, her legs still parted from before, breathing heavy. Corven stayed above her, one hand braced on the mattress, the other still resting on her hip.

Her camisole was bunched at her waist now. She hadn’t bothered to pull it back up. Her breasts were fully exposed, nipples hard and flushed. She didn’t try to cover herself. If anything, she was watching him—like she wasn’t sure if he’d go for her throat or her thighs next.

Corven smirked a little. "You always kiss guys right after waking up in strange beds, or is this a vampire thing?"

Lilian raised an eyebrow. "You’re at fault for being such a smooth talker."

"Technically, you could have resisted it."

"Technically, I’m your progeny, I’m far more susceptible."

He rolled his eyes, biting back a laugh. "Right. My bad."

Corven leaned back just a little, taking in the view. She was gorgeous, no question, but that wasn’t what kept his attention. It was how unguarded she was now—watching him without fear, chest rising and falling fast, like she wasn’t sure whether to stay relaxed or brace for whatever came next.

"You sure you’re up for this?" he asked, thumb brushing along her thigh, just above the knee.

She didn’t flinch. "You’re not gonna break me."

"Didn’t say I would." His tone stayed casual, but his hand started moving again—upward, slow. "I just like hearing the yes before I keep going."

A pause. Then—

"Yes."

Corven nodded once, then moved. No show, no pretense. He ducked down and pressed his mouth to her left nipple.

Lilian gasped, her whole body jerking once. "You’re... quite good at this."

[Objective: Deepen bond with second progeny 11/100]

Corven didn’t give her a chance to recover. He dragged his tongue across the soft flesh, flicking the tip over the peak. It was warm. Responsive. When he sucked it into his mouth with a soft slurp, she let out a rough, shaky breath.

Her fingers gripped the sheets. Rrriip. Fabric shifted as she twisted underneath him.

He switched to the other side, giving that nipple the same attention. Licking, sucking, a light graze of his teeth. She made a strangled noise, thighs shifting restlessly beneath him.

"Still good?" he asked between kisses.

She nodded fast, voice caught in her throat. "Yeah."

Corven moved lower. He kissed down her stomach, small pecks and licks tracing along her skin. He hooked his fingers into her panties next and pulled them down without flair. They were soaked. He tossed them aside and settled between her legs.

Lilian’s legs tensed as he grabbed her thighs and pushed them apart. No resistance. Just heat, skin, and the musky scent of arousal.

But she didn’t just lie there.

She moved with him.

Her legs spread wider without waiting, thighs falling open before he even finished pushing. Her hips tilted up, giving him a clear view, inviting him in. Her breath caught—but she didn’t pull back. Didn’t look away. Didn’t flinch.

She wanted it, plain and obvious. No words needed.

"...You really don’t waste time," she muttered.

He looked up at her. "Yeah, well. I’m not gonna write poetry down here."

Then he went down on her.

Slk.

His tongue slid between her folds, slow but firm. She twitched immediately, one hand flying to her mouth. The other grabbed the pillow.

"Nghhh—!"

He flattened his tongue and dragged it up again. Then again. He circled her clit with the tip—gentle, teasing. Every time she made a sound, he adjusted. Licked harder. Flicked faster. Slrp. Slrp.

She couldn’t stay still.

Her hips lifted off the bed, and he used his arm to pin her down. His lips sealed around her clit and sucked—hard.

Lilian gasped, then moaned through gritted teeth. "Nnnh—ahh, yes! More... please...!"

[Objective: Deepen bond with second progeny 67/100]

’She’s far more submissive than Rose, it’s a good change of pace.’

Corven pulled back just slightly, face already slick.

"You’re kind of loud," he muttered.

"Y-You’re the one... ngh—doing this to me...!"

"Good to hear." He smirked.

’That sounded way too cringy.’ he briefly thought.

And dove back in.

Schlk.Slrp.

He didn’t stop. Kept the rhythm steady—tongue working slow, lips firm, just the right pressure. Wet, messy, controlled.

Her thighs quivered. Fingers twisted in the sheets. Her back arched up, sharp and desperate.

Then—she froze. Just for a second.

He felt it hit. The twitch in her legs. The tight, full-body shudder.

Her thighs clamped around his head like a vice as she came, hips grinding into his mouth with broken, stuttering gasps.

Every sound from her was raw—needy. Her breath hitched, then spilled out in a moan that bordered on a whimper.

He didn’t stop until her grip loosened.

Only then did he pull away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "For a vampire who can kill me in a fight, you’re really sensitive."

Lilian blinked up at him, dazed. "Y-You’re unbelievable... You just... and you’re still joking?"

"Forgive me for trying to multitask. First time meeting, after all."

She huffed, cheeks red, chest still heaving. "You’re quite cocky."

He moved back up over her, pressing between her legs now. She could feel him—hard and hot, nudging against her entrance.

"You wanna talk about cocky or get to the cock part?" he asked, voice lower now, but still teasing.

[Bloodborne Charm Activated]

Lilian’s breath caught again. She looked up at him—wide-eyed, cheeks flushed, lips slightly parted.

[Objective: Deepen bond with second progeny 75/100]

"Go slow."

Corven paused.

His smirk faded just a little. Not gone—just softened.

"Yeah," he said. "I will."

He pushed forward, just enough to part her folds, just enough to feel her heat against his tip.

Her hand came up and grabbed his wrist.

Not stopping him—just grounding herself.

Corven looked down at her, and for a brief second, there wasn’t a joke on his lips.

Just focus.

He pushed a little further. Not in yet—but almost. The warmth of her clung to him, slick and ready.

Then he stopped.

Right at the edge.

Not yet.

He leaned down, kissing her neck this time—no bite. Just lips.

"We’ve got time," he murmured.

[Objective: Deepen bond with second progeny 76/100]