Chapter 40: Call me Mommy

Chapter 40: Call me Mommy"Athenodora," Caius called her name and looked at that face he had not seen in five years unsure how to feel. He usually liked to be detached about the memories he inherited because he didn’t want them influencing his actions and reactions to the events of the world lest he become like Caius in [To Kill A Demon Lord...], feeling bitter and holding on to a lot of resentment mostly at himself. But this woman—this Vampire—easily became an exception to that detachment and had him feeling a wave of emotions. The Vampire standing in front of him put the status of ’True-Vampire’ he had just acquired to shame. An aura was emanating from her body that had him feeling an inclination to not only bow but also fall to the ground and kiss her feet. Speaking of her feet, they were bare and they had to be the prettiest pair Caius had ever seen. And he said that as someone who would not consider himself a foot person. That had never been a fetish of his which was what made it feel especially weird how much he wanted to lick her toes. They looked so dainty and perfect. Her toenails were painted a deep black that absorbed all light and reflected none of it. Moving on... Caius’ eyes moved from her feet onto her calves that continued the visage of perfection and then he was gazing at the end of her short black gown. The gown had partings on either side to let her move her legs freely so he got a good view of her thighs, feeling an urge to step forward and wrap his arms around them. ’Is she bewitching me?’ Caius asked himself to no answer. Caius’ eyes fell on the Vampire’s waist next and he saw her hands on them as she struck a pose that would have had him salivating if he had just a bit less self-control. But her hips and the ample, round asscheeks they teased were not Caius’ main focus of attraction. Rather it was Athenodora’s arms themselves. She had tattoos all over both her arms with similar patterns like the ones he had seen on her back. Caius tried to decipher them but they were a mixture of Artistic diagrams and symbols that had his head aching the more he tried to understand them so he gave up. And now his eyes were on her chest. Her gown was snug around her body but was loose enough to let her round tits push it out so they could wobble with every step she took. That was another thing; While Caius took his time observing her, Athenodora stepped toward him. "Oh sweetie," she said in a sweet voice that was rich in hunger, "Call me Mommy." That snapped Caius out of his eyeing tour of her body. "What?" He asked with his eyes now on her face. It was interesting how she managed to look about as young as Arlette and Cynthia Kragsten—late twenties to very early thirties—and at the same time looked older than either of them. There was an ageless quality to her face like she had lived for at least a millennium. She had a regal look about her. Her features were not only delicate but commanding with a natural sense of authority. But this authority was not the kind someone could learn or grow into. It was an Authority you had to be born with. An Authority to always claim superiority over your fellows; In this case, those fellows were Vampires. Besides the regality of her features, Athenodora was an incredibly beautiful woman. Her smirk was so charming that it’d melt the heart of the most hardened of men. The very feel of her presence was enough to earn her the favors and envy of her fellow women. She was just perfect. Down to her tattoos. It didn’t matter your preference, when you saw her, your entire psyche would be swarming with thoughts and desires to take your time studying her. Her face, her body, and the intricacies and mysteries of the artistic depictions on her perfect, eternally youthful skin. "You heard me," Athenodora said, even closer to Caius now as she reached out with her hand and trailed her finger across the front of his shirt, "Call me Mommy. After all, it’s my blood that runs in your veins." seaʀᴄh thё nôᴠel Fire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. She wasn’t wrong. When a person is turned, the blood of their creator quickly overwhelms and overshadows the blood of their actual parents within them. Technically, in terms of percentage blood (if that makes any sense), Caius was now more related to Athenodora than he was to his father or his late Mother. Athenodora’s index finger suddenly grew a claw that she used to tear through his shirt and before Caius could lament the damage to his uniform, she raised her finger and touched his chin. The tip of her claw was touching his skin and just one light stroke away from breaking through. "Oh, look how big you’ve gotten," Athenodora said in a cooing tone while her tongue stroked lightly across her fangs, "Seems like only yesterday you were twitching under me." She leaned in close then suddenly and took a long whiff of Caius’ scent that had her quickly shaking with need as she let out a laugh. "Oh, that smell. So unique. It’s hardly changed in five years. I was worried it’d be diluted now that we share blood but, by Nyx, it’s still as mouth-watering as ever. I’ve missed it." Caius’ heart suddenly beat hard in his chest. The way she was all over him felt so predatory that he wasn’t sure how to feel. She looked like she was so close to biting him. The thought brought memories from five years ago to Caius’ mind; He remembered being a thirteen-year-old boy, curled up in his bed, still mourning his mother’s death only to suddenly feel a hand caressing his cheek. He’d opened his eyes and there she was, lying on his bed and looking so beautiful that it caused his heart to catch in his throat. But her eyes were so scary that they had him frozen in horror that only got worse when she grinned and showed off sharp fangs glinting like steel in the darkness of his room. "Hey sweetie," she had said, "Your father is being a nuisance. Let’s prepare a gift for him, shall we?" And then, before Caius could even scream, she had had him pinned on his back, with her fangs sunk into his neck. She nearly sucked him dry and when she finally pulled away, she pricked her finger and dripped a few drops of her blood into his mouth. Enough to turn him into a Vampire Spawn and no more. "We’ll see each other again," she had said with an amused smile on her face, "If HE doesn’t kill you, that is." The ’he’ she was referring to was Caius’s father who Athenodora had done all this just to put in a difficult position. She felt killing Caius would be too easy, too quick. It would be more satisfying to force the father to end his own son. In theory, at least. "I knew he wasn’t going to kill you," Athenodora said like she had read Caius’ mind and knew what he was thinking about. But she was just musing to herself and coincidentally had similar thoughts. "I always knew that underneath all that bravado and so-called ’Von Helsing honor’ is a hypocrite." Athenodora snorted then before her eyes were back on Caius’ face with a doting expression again, "Oh, but I’m glad he didn’t have the stones. Imagine us losing out on this emotional reunion. Oh, and what is this?" With that question, Athenodora’s other hand reached down and touched a bulge that had formed in Caius’ pants. "Seems you were busy with something before I arrived. Did I interrupt an impending Fuck?" She asked in a mocking baby voice that should not have worked in this scenario. "How in hell—?" Caius asked, taken completely by surprise by his own erection. He had had it while he was with Arlette but ever since getting transported here, he thought—No, he was sure he’d lost the erection. Things were just too serious to be sporting a boner. And yet, here he was, hard and only getting harder as Athenodora began to rub him even more. "Ah, someone’s getting excited," Athenodora said with a chuckle and she grabbed the rod through Caius’ pants, "Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it." ’I didn’t ask you to!’ was what Caius was just about to say when he realized he was naked. His clothes had just suddenly vanished and Athenodora was holding his dick without the material of his pants as a barrier.