Caius's tongue stayed right where it was, paying attention to the very spot that triggered Anne's orgasmic episode and he did all that while keeping the seal he had made around her pussy so he could receive every bit of pussy juice she had to give.

Anne was hit with so many powerful waves of pleasure thrills that she hung off the sofa's armrest completely and seemed stuck in a state where she lacked strength and had it in abundance simultaneously. She was limp and let the tremors of climax drive through her but her hands were maintaining their grips—on Caius's hair and the sofa's backrest—even harder than ever.

Her lower half was also jerking as she stroked her pussy against Caius's mouth. Despite the positioning of his mouth on her pussy lips, his upper row of teeth was still in contact with Anne's clit. And as the spasms caused her to jerk, she began to rub that tiny bundle of nerves against Caius's teeth, extending the duration of her climax.

"Gods!" She cried out.

Anne had never been a particularly religious person, and the fact that she was now growing a divine seed within her body and that traces of Divine energy were coursing through her didn't particularly draw her towards divinity. However, if ever she sought proof of a divine benevolence, it had to be Caius's existence.

How, she had asked herself many times, was there someone who seemed built just to make her feel good?

Someone who existed to steep her in pleasure that made anything else secondary?

Someone who existed with the ability to turn her on with just a gaze?

She could still remember the first class she taught the new set of First Years where her eyes were getting pulled over to where Caius sat and she tried her best to shut it to the side and focus on her task of lecture at hand.

She had done well actually.

She was sure there had been no inflections in her tone as she regarded the class at large to suggest that her mind was wandering. But then she made the 'mistake' of calling on him.

At the time, Anne had done so out of some annoyance that Caius didn't seem to be paying attention. He seemed far more interested to be chatting with Kaya Aeisling, the half-elf who became his regular seating partner from then on.

And then, he answered her question in a way that confirmed what Anne had already felt by just looking at his face and the few times their eyes had crossed; He was her temptations made flesh.

And she had to stay away.

But how?

It wasn't even about it being difficult to stay away because she was so powerfully drawn to him, but rather that her mind couldn't even think up one way to keep her distance.

If anything, the ideas she was getting were to get closer to him.

There was the time she called him aside after class.

And there was the one—the big one—when she called him to her office to discuss his Report.

When she read that Report, with her hand stuck between her legs throughout, she had been smart enough to be able to tell that it was bait. And she took it. Hook, line, and sinker.

Anne didn't regret any of it. As far as she was concerned, her mind not being able to come up with ideas to stay away from Caius had been a sign that this was inevitable.

It was a bit of a confirmation bias;

Her mind didn't come up with alternatives to stop a potential inappropriate relationship with a student because she had already accepted—even if just in the recesses of her psyche—that she wanted it. That she wanted him.

It was why his being a Vampire hadn't been a deal-breaker. At the time she found out, it had clearly been the 'flaw' she had been searching for in his perfect, sexual image. And yet, she didn't interpret it as a flaw to look past or work through but rather as another part of his perfection.

Everything she learned about him going forward was only going to confirm the image she already had of him in her head;

That he existed to finally end the long monotonous/non-existent sex life she had endured for decades.

And as far as that confirmation was concerned, he had no flaws. Not when he was hitting all the right buttons and getting her to howl out in multiple orgasms just with kisses and touches.

When she began to come down from her climactic high, Anne pulled Caius's face away from her pussy but not because she was too sensitive for his tongue lashing but because she wanted his mouth elsewhere.

Anne gobbled Caius up with her hands grabbing hold of his sides to pull him close and keep him close. She tasted herself on his lips but it hardly mattered. His saliva was what she was after. And once her taste was gone, it was what was left.

And then Anne began to push against Caius. He noticed and furrowed his brows slightly but ultimately just smiled into the kiss and let her direct him however she pleased.

Before long, Anne had Caius seated on the sofa with his back resting against the backrest. She had her knees on both sides of him and moaned into the kiss as his hands squeezed her asscheeks.

Anne's hands left Caius's sides then. One touched his chest and her fingers trailed across his muscle definition, mapping them out and shivering every couple of seconds. Her other hand went down to the waistband of his pants and began to fumble with the buckle that held it closed.

The struggle went on for a while but was mostly unnoticed by Caius whose tongue was tangled with Anne's while he occasionally felt her erect nipples stroke against his chest whenever she leaned especially close.

Eventually, the buckle popped open and Anne reached in to wrap a hand around Caius's cock and pull it out of the restraints of the pants and out to freedom. Caius groaned into their kiss at the feeling and his groans became more intense when he felt Anne begin to move her hand up and down his length, stroking him.

Anne took her lips off Caius's and began to pepper his face with kisses all over. She kissed his jaw, his neck, his throat, and then began to work her way down.

Caius, knowing what she had planned, smiled lightly and adjusted his sitting position to make what was coming all the easier for Anne who had now left the sofa and sank to her knees on the ground between Caius's spread legs with both of her hands around his cock.

Anne kept her eyes on Caius's face for a few minutes, offering him a brilliant smile before she dropped her eyes to the girth she was unable to contain with her hands. Her eyes twinkled with marvel and admiration.

Anne wasted no time dripping saliva onto the organ and her hands slathered it all over the length and girth before she began to move her hands up and down with even more purpose. Twisting her wrists this way and that and taking every sound that Caius made as encouragement and a request to always kick things up a notch.

As much as Anne adored Caius's cock, she wasn't being driven by just a desire to admire it. No, she had a goal in mind, and to achieve it, she was going to be pulling out all the stops. The fact that Caius's groans were increasing in volume only told her she was on the right track and must press her advantage…

… Or stroke it, as the case may be.

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