(ENG) The Case Study of Vanijeanne

6. Eurydice in Leviathan's Embrace (Part 7 of 10)

*Nov 28th 2023: I just realized I posted the wrong part yesterday. As of right now, this is part 7 of the story, not part 6. I humbly apologize for the confusion.*

*Breakfast in Bed (Act 1)*

* Contains Explicit Sex*

The act of sleeping with Jeanne was similar to being crushed to death by a miniature Noé. Except that now, voluptuous breasts squeezed him in addition to some slender, yet incredibly muscular arms encasing his figure on a vise-like grip. Frequently tossing and turning, her punches while slumbering were extremely painful — and being the light sleeper he was, getting a good night's sleep while dodging death by asphyxiation had proven next to impossible.

Abandoning his unfruitful quest to catch some shut eye, Vanitas sat up in bed. Sighing in resignation, he rubbed his closed lids, still droopy with fatigue from their fairly vigorous 'exercise' the night before.

Finding himself reminiscing about what past events had been responsible for his present state, however, his eyes drifted onto his beloved's sleeping form:

The vampire appeared to have finally quelled her fits of random violence and was dozing peacefully; the picture of grace, a blanket wrapped around her still figure.

Sleeping on her side, she was entirely still — save for a gentle rise and fall of her chest, which was only barely contained by the dangerously thin fabric.

Emerging sooner than later, contrasting with exhaustion was a paradoxical hunger, a gnawing from deep within his foundation; Vanitas' heartbeat was soon rising, beating with intent, each thud imperiling his ribcage as he could not rip his treacherous gaze away from Jeanne.

And how could he?

He recognized this longing for what it was, that almost sickly, craven desire, which had yet to be satisfied, and all it took was the mere sight of a vulnerable Jeanne — having fully surrendered to exhaustion, helpless, and prime for the taking — to light the fuse of his fiery appetite.

Laying himself beside her, his hands reached out, eager to claim his prize once more.

Fingers deftly wove their way past the fabric of her covering, ready to trail down her chest, longing to caress those soft mounds. The infatuated man planted searing kisses along her neckline as his digits reached their destination, ablaze with pent up energy, his tongue dragging along her blushing neck while he reached for her tits, amazed by how the unsuspecting victim barely registered his touches.

And if she had yet to wake, perhaps he could push his luck and commence grinding his crotch against her...

No! I shouldn't. Rang out a voice in the recesses of his mind.

Not now. Not so soon...

A wave of shame and disgust washed over him, prompting the doctor to remove his tainted hands off Jeanne and sit back upright, abruptly disengaging from her.

Who was he, his mind chastised, who did he think he was to feel entitled to her body whenever he pleased? All while he himself was an abomination, an aberrant creature, unworthy of unrestrained pleasure at the hands of another — especially one he was acutely aware could never reciprocate her feelings. As a monster as hideous as the sceau emblazoned on his flesh, he deserved nothing, and least of all, the euphoria he had somehow found after their destinies had intertwined.

That sobering swirl consuming his mind was somewhat able to cool the heat in his groin, bringing him back to a more level-headed state.

Pressing both hands to his face, the doctor reflected on how he should be counting the blessings he already had as opposed to reenacting the tale of Icarus — and risk flying too close to the Sun.