(ENG) The Case Study of Vanijeanne

6. Eurydice in Leviathan's Embrace (Part 8 of 10)

*Breakfast in Bed (Act 2)*

* Contains Explicit Sex *

The steadily ascending rays of daylight kept peeking through as the morning progressed. Despite the gentle breeze blowing in from the open window, however, their surrounding atmosphere remained heavy. Bed sheets found in disarray, pillows strewn across the room, thin blankets pooling around two pairs of feet as their bodies drifted back and forth, the heady aroma of sweat diffusing into the rather familiar air of a lovers' bedroom.

With Vanitas' hand over her mouth lowering her oxygen intake, light-headedness had begun to permeate Jeanne's mind. Engrossed in bliss from top to bottom and utterly unaware of her surroundings, the rush of energy coursing over their intertwined bodies the only clue to her torpor.

For every jolt of his hips, she was responding in kind with the urge to trap him inside, as if merging their entire forms into one.

Her utterances only motivated him further, his body visibly trembling as she nibbled away at his finger, gingerly breaking the skin with a protracted fang for a serving of his blood. A blood so sweet and tantalizing in flavor that it enlivened her, made her heart flutter as the human infused her with his essence.

Vanitas couldn't help but utter exhilarating sounds of his own — always flattered by how much she loved his snack-like qualities.

Her eerie beauty enchanted him like none other, curves that captivated his every touch. Spurring him on was the recognizable rush from the sanguine exchange, for even that small bite was enough to imbue his veins with the unrivaled potency of vampiric venom.

Feeling her body tensing in idyllic want, his lips parted in boastful admiration, the numbness of her venom making it so her victim's only wish was to pleasure her, serve her, beckon her. "You have no idea how dirty you are, do you?"

Oh yes, of that she knew a little too well.

Despite her ongoing eagerness, she remained conscious of how her usually tight grip on resisting temptation was swiftly slipping away.

Her entranced five senses could damn well discern how desperately those bodies were longing for each other, how they seemed to always be drawn to one another by the strings of fate, yearning for a release that could only be described as an otherworldly descent.

Then, the woman found herself momentarily gripped by a sharp anxiety — her present bliss suddenly on hold.

That strange obedience, that subservience which was all too easy to fall prey to, where did it lead?

This newfound bedroom chemistry, this alluring, dangerous drug, was it on its way to thoroughly consuming her, rid her of her agency going forward? Could she, in fact, end up craving intercourse with Vanitas for the rest of her days?

Truthfully, she dreaded becoming addicted to that rush as he penetrated her, the mesmerizing notion of him enjoying those acts of pure malice and lashing out all of his sadistic impulses onto her body, erasing her sense of self while rejoicing over that partially myopic perception.

And but for a moment, she was transported back to when they first met — the way he had stared at her with lust-filled eyes, the coolness of his wicked hand on her as he captured her attention. Scattered memories hopped to when he first offered his blood, to how hopelessly infatuated she had become since, as if they'd been magnetic opposites violently attracting one another.

A voice thickened with passion cut into her thoughts, lips brushing against her ear as he teased. "I'll make you come if you want me to..."

His words shook her foundations harder than his proddings, then.