Rose's lips were on him again—fast, urgent, hungrier than before.
Her body moved into his lap without hesitation, her knees bracing firmly on either side of his thighs, anchoring herself to him. The tattered remnants of her clothing clung to her curves, soaked in dried blood and sweat, threads sticking to her like a second skin. But neither of them cared anymore. There was no shame, no modesty—just raw proximity, heat, and the tension that had been simmering between them since the moment they met.
Corven grunted softly, his breath catching in surprise at the suddenness of it all—but he didn't push her away.
He didn't want to.
He wanted this. Wanted her.
But not completely.
Not yet.
'I should control myself for a bit...'
'We barely know each other...'
Corven's thoughts tried to cut through the haze of desire, his mind pulling back even as his body leaned forward.
Rose seemed to understand.
Her weight settled across his lap, grounding him, but she didn't grind forward like he half-expected. She simply pressed close, chest flush to his, her forehead resting against his briefly—just long enough to share the heat of her skin. Then her lips began to move slowly, deliberately, leaving a trail of kisses along his jaw. Each brush of her mouth was like a spark, igniting something deeper than lust.
"You don't have to hold back," she murmured, her voice low and rough with want, her breath hot against his ear.
"I'm not exactly the experienced type," Corven replied with a nervous laugh, trying to disguise the shiver that ran through him. "Give me a second to… relax."
His hands found her waist, then slid downward, mapping the shape of her with tentative fingers. Her skin was warm despite the chill of the cave, and when his hands moved lower, her thighs trembled slightly beneath his touch—first involuntarily, then with intent.
He kept one hand on her waist, the other dipping beneath the edge of her ragged tunic, fingers dragging along her inner thigh before slipping between her legs.
There—he found it.
She gasped, audibly, the sound slicing through the quiet like lightning.
'I never expected I'd be doing this in another world…'
But Rose didn't flinch. Didn't pull away.
Instead, she shifted—opened—her knees sliding further apart as her hips tilted forward into his hand. Her fingers tangled into his hair, gripping just tight enough to ground herself as she drew in a shaky breath.
"Don't tease," she whispered, her voice breathless.
"I'm not," he said with a crooked smirk, tilting his head as his fingers began to move. "Just… getting used to it."
Corven's touch was slow, but deliberate. He traced along her folds, spreading warmth and slickness with careful pressure. She was already soaked—hot and ready beneath his fingers. When he eased a finger inside, her body welcomed him greedily, clenching tight with a low, desperate moan that sent a jolt down his spine.
"You're—" he started, but the words caught in his throat.
Warm. Tight. Alive.
Her forehead dropped against his shoulder, her breathing ragged as he curled his finger inside her. He moved slowly, rhythmically, working her open with a steady patience that contrasted the hunger in her kiss. Every shift of his wrist dragged a soft moan from her lips as she began to rock—small, needful motions that ground her against his palm, grinding her clit against the base of his hand.
"F-Fuck…" she breathed, her voice thin and trembling, her lashes fluttering as her eyes threatened to roll back.
Corven kissed her temple, his lips brushing sweat-damp skin, and slid in a second finger—carefully, gently, as if she might break. Her moan deepened, muffled into the crook of his neck as she shuddered against him, her body now fully moving in sync with his hand.
[Bond Deepening: 65%]
'It's working…'
Rose bit down on her lip, trying—and failing—to muffle the next sound. Her nails dug into his shoulders as her body began to tremble in earnest. Her climax came fast—too fast. A quiet, breathless tremor that overtook her suddenly, leaving her shuddering in his arms. She clung to him like he was all that kept her tethered to the earth.
He didn't say a word.
He just held her, his fingers still inside, now still and gentle, letting her ride out every last flicker of sensation.
When she finally pulled back, her face was flushed a deep crimson, her eyes heavy-lidded, her lips parted slightly as she panted.
"Did that… deepen our bond?" she whispered, her voice almost fragile.
Corven chuckled, brushing a light kiss across her lips this time.
"I wasn't trying to rush anything."
"You didn't," she murmured, curling into his side, her body still trembling slightly. "I'm actually impressed."
They stayed like that for a long while—her curled against him, his hand still resting lightly on her thigh. The air was quiet, the cave dim, lit only by the fading spill of sunlight near the entrance.
[Bond Status: 76%]
And outside, the sun still burned, relentless and bright. But within this shadowed space, there was only breath… warmth… and the slow, quiet bloom of something more beneath all the blood and ash.
[Condition: Deepen your bond with your progeny]
[Completed]
[Ascending…]
Race: Lesser Vampire → Vampire
[Vampiric Trait Upgraded]
Unnatural Strength → Supernatural Strength
The Codex chimed softly in the background, text flickering into view—mechanical and cold. But neither of them moved. The notifications faded into silence, falling on deaf ears.
They were still tangled together—caught in that rare, unspoken intimacy born of shared survival and slow-burning trust.
There was nothing left to do now but wait.
Wait for the sun to die.
Wait for night to return.
And when it did—they would rise again, stronger, more bonded, and just a little bit less human.