After a particularly lengthy moment of tit suckling, and nipple biting, Caius released Lea and let her pleasurable tremors send her down onto the bed where she arched her back, still moaning as pleasure continued to course through her.
Caius pulled himself up then and wrapped an arm around Anne, grabbed her robe from behind, and pulled it down until her smooth shoulders were exposed. He attacked them with his lips and then bit down quite hard with his teeth. As he hadnāt shifted and wasnāt armed with his vampire fangs, Anneās higher Magic Circle protected her from Caius breaking her skin.
She didnāt exactly like that. When she felt the pressure, she was prepared to feel blood seep from her body and into Caiusās mouthā Hell, she longed for it.
Caius could tell by the spike in her arousal but he saw no reason to rush. Not when the result of holding off was far more rewarding. After all, as much as Caius had longed for his distant partners in the past weeks, he hadnāt been completely without lovers.
As such, he didnāt feel nearly as much angst and need as the two women who were on this massive bed with him. He didnāt feel nearly as much anticipation as they did and as such, had a responsibility to make this... beyond perfect for them.
Still, Caius wasnāt without his need. Just the smell of Anneās blood got him so agitated that he couldnāt help but shift. His eyes turned vampire red, fangs replaced his human teeth and his claws replaced his fingernails. Caius was still grabbing hold of Anneās robe when the phenomenon happened and so, with a ripping sound, he tore right through the material. Whatever enchantments it had to make it durable proved useless.
Anne moaned in delight at the sound. She rose a bit, rubbing her breasts against Caiusās chest all the while. Speaking of her breasts; they were still encased in the cups of her bra but with another quick swipe of one of Caiusās clawsāthis time a more intentional actionāthe underwear came undone. Anneās freed breasts, heavy and surpassing her daughterās hefty loads by at least a cup size, finally touched Caiusās chest with no barriersā eliciting an even deeper groan from her throat.
Caius loved the feeling of those tits against his chest. He loved the warmth of it. He loved how her hard nipples raked across his skin, creating tingling sensations that were making his rod a problem his pants could not possibly handle.
Speaking of that rod,
With Caius rising off the bed, the position of the tent he was pitching in his pants had changed slightly beneath Anne but she found it soon enough and rocked herself against it.
She dropped one hand down to Caiusās fly, undoing the buckling that held it close and offering the rod its freedom. Caius couldnāt help but let out a breath in relief at the feeling of no longer being trapped. His hands, with his claws sheathed, worked their way down Anneās backābetween the shredded pieces of her gown that still hung off her bodyāto grab her asscheeks.
Caius wasnāt new to their ample feeling. Still, the pleasure they wrought in him was as fresh as ever as his fingers sank into the supple wonder, squeezing and kneading perfect pliant flesh that was always ready to react to his molding before snapping instantly back to its original state with an elasticity that was quite frankly the pinnacle of youthful exuberance.
But this was a motherā A M.I.L.F by every facet of the acronym down to how much Caius very much would like to fuck her.
There might be no part of her body that betrayed aging in the depreciative sense, but it was clear to feel by just being in her presenceā it was an aura she exuded that worked its delicious magic on the mind of susceptible men such as Caius.
Caius had a term for this: A Mature Quality.
Anne Gilligan had it in spades. Caius heard it in her moans, he felt it in her touch and it caused him to shiver as a delightful tingle traveled down his spine.
Anne might not have any idea what was going on in his head but she most certainly felt the way his already hard rod swelled in her hand. She was so eager to have her fingers wrapped around the throbbing organ that she rose as high as she could on her knees. This lifted her breasts off Caiusās chest and onto his face. She could have been suffocating him but Anne was too lost in her delight to really pay attention.
She pulled on Caiusās rod. Her hand slid up and down its imposing length with ease and speed that caused Caius to groan into her large chest. As her fingers struggled to cover the circumference of the rodās girth, Anne didnāt feel fear or worry.
Why would she?
No, she felt anticipation. Her already wet center moistened all the more in eagerness to feel it spread her insides once and fit in with her grooves as perfectly as always. Her other hand joined the first and together, they worked Caiusās rod over.
Caius didnāt come close to suffocation. The concept seemed not to exist to him actually. He breathed in as much and as hard as he could, saturating his nose with Anneās delicious scentā it smelled like books, and while that might not sound appealing, Caius loved it. It reminded him of his days reading paperbacks in his old life. Of placing his copy of an interesting novel to his nose to take a whiff.
No book he ever read had had the flowery and sweet flavor that was also included in Anneās scent but the similarities were there. In any case, Caius was happy to let his senses be saturated in not only her scent but also that Mature quality.
When Anne began to jerk his cock, he groaned and couldnāt help the thrust with his hips that pushed his cock even further into her grip, or the flexes he performed with his cock in reaction to the pleasure.
Still, even then, he rose and moved further up the bed. There was far too much space available for them to restrict themselves to such a small part of it.
Anne followed along but Caius doubted she really knew what was happening. Her face was turned up toward the ceiling throughout and her eyes were closed. She had also taken up rocking her ass against his hands and really increasing the pressure of his kneading fingers.
Caius turned them around after a few minutes of moving back and then he raised one hand from Anneās ass to her back where he trailed a finger across her spine. He knew just the route to take, the amount of pressure to apply, and soon had Anne clamping up before she then arched her back before losing almost all control of her body.
Without Caiusās hands around her for support, Anne fell onto her back onto the bed, her back still arched and her hands still wrapped around Caiusās rod. That changed soon enough though when Caius moved back and out of her reach. He grabbed the waistband of her panties and most have only now learnt restraint because he made sure not to use his claws to make it easier and quicker and rather pulled the underwear down Anneās body as slowly and angst-inducing as possible.
He pulled them past her thick thighs, past her supple legs, and finally over her ankles. It was wet with her juices and Caius didnāt seem at all interested in letting that go to waste as he raised the underwear to his mouth and sucked on the damp, wet center.