190. That's Not What I Meant
Keisha stared in astonishment as the wisp of heart's blood drifted into the bell.
What reward would the heart's blood of a harmonizing vampire lord bring?
It could yield the finest crystallization technique, at least five Cleansings in the Martial Abbey, or a treasure powerful enough to protect an entire city.
This was an achievement that no one else in Cascadia had accomplished in many years.
But...
Keisha looked at the blonde girl with an empathetic expression.
Sure enough, Rose stared at the bell, at a loss: "That's not what I meant."
Before she could explain further, I cut in.
"I know." I rose slowly and spoke with a calm but resolute voice. "Don't think too much. God blesses us in many ways."
By herself, no matter how hard she worked, she wouldn't make much of a difference.
"..."
For the first time, Rose wished she wasn't so attuned to John's thoughts—how he could say just half a sentence, and she'd instantly grasp the unspoken meaning.
I walked up to her, seeing how she hung her head in silence. Gently, I ruffled her hair and tilted her chin up. "Don't be so hard on yourself," I said. "God gave each of us unique value."
Though I once thought it foolish when she ventured into North Cliff alone, in my heart, I admired that spirited girl from back then—her life hanging by a thread, yet there she sat, dangling her legs, saying with unwavering confidence, "Call me Master, and I'll guide you across the threshold of the First Realm. What do you say?"
She'd tried so hard to survive, she deserved a happier life focused on worthwhile pursuits, instead of chasing fleeting moments of pride or taking unnecessary risks just to catch up with others.
God gave each of us unique value. Rose was struck as if by lightning, her entire body stiffening as she grabbed my hand and led me upstairs towards the bedroom.
"That's not what I meant," I tried to explain.
"I know," she said with a blush. "Don't think too much. God blesses us in many ways."
Keisha Ellis stared enviously at the young girl from the Hightower family, then suddenly understood the way Rose was looking at her. Coming to her senses, she asked, "Are we still applying medicine?"
"Yes, yes!" The girl nodded vigorously.
… …
In the bedroom.
Keisha carefully removed Rose's crimson dress to reveal the bruise on Rose's back to me.
For a Crystal Realm warrior whose skin was both strong and soft like carbon nanolattices, such a bruise was rarely just a surface wound. The impact must have been extremely powerful to cause it, likely resulting in internal injuries.
Before Keisha could give me the prepared medicine, I placed my left hand on Rose's skin. A red light glowed on the bruise, and before Keisha's amazed eyes, the bruise vanished—leaving the skin smooth, supple, and radiant.
Rose let out a contented sigh. The warm glow and healing sensation flowing through her body brought both comfort and renewed vitality.
Slowly, she turned toward me, letting my hand rest upon her bare breasts, they were quite a handful. Keisha, standing beside us, helped remove my blood-soaked coat. The Nemean Lion's blood that drenched me left a sharp, coppery scent.
Yet, the smell aroused Rose. That was the same smell I brought home almost every day during our time in Pinewood County.
Rising on her tiptoes, she cupped my cheeks in her hands and gave me a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue was warm, wet and powerful.
Reciprocating yesterday's favor, Keisha knelt down, lowered my pants, and began stroking my shaft with her hands. Her skilled touch made me moan against Rose's parting lips.
I turned slightly to give Keisha better angle, while gently sliding down Rose's panties from her hips, letting them fall between her long and slender legs.
Keisha's tongue was long and pointed, her large almond-shaped eyes gazing up at us. Even with her mouth occupied, she managed to smile with just the wrinkles near her eyes.
As my shaft entered her mouth, I could feel the tip of her tongue trace from the slit all the way down to the base, putting just the right amount of pressure along the most sensitive path.
Noticing my distraction from the kiss, Rose looked down. She was amazed to see Keisha take me completely in—something she had tried and failed to do many times the other night. Breaking from the kiss, she knelt down beside Keisha and asked, "Teach me, how did you do that?"
Keisha slowly pulled me out, then guided Rose to take over. As Rose took me in, Keisha whispered into her ear with a smile. Whatever she said proved effective—Rose made three attempts, going deeper each time, her throat contracting more intensely, sending stronger waves of pleasure through me.
On her fourth try, she succeeded. She was so thrilled that she hummed excitedly, her throat vibrating with her mouth full.
She repeated a number of times, gaining muscle memory. Then Keisha told her, "Do you want to see something really cool?"
Taking over from Rose, she drew me in completely, then gripped my right calf with her left hand. In one fluid motion, she flipped upward and coiled her legs around my neck, her full breasts pressing against my body through her leather suit.
As she turned, I felt the intense friction of her throat's tight walls rotating around my shaft, like bolt on a screw, drawing me even deeper inside.
Rose let out an exclamation. "Does it feel good?" she asked me. Seeing my nod, a new horizon seemed to open before her. Despite being a Crystal Realm prodigy, she had never thought to apply her exceptional body control and acrobatics in this way.
From that moment on, they took turns pleasuring me, experimenting with new techniques. Finally, taking control of the situation, I lifted Rose up and cradled her in a princess carry.
Having had her fun, Keisha left the room. Rose unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off, as I gently laid her down on the bed. She wrapped her legs around me, drawing my erection into her warmth just by pulling my hips with her legs. She was surprised by the powerful over stretch of her already wet pussy, letting out a moan that mixed pain with pleasure.
It was a rhythmic dance. With over two thousand years exploration, I knew her body so well, that I brought her to powerful orgasms effortlessly.
We changed positions, and even different openings in her body. Her pleasure built and crested again and again, her spasms were so violent that the entire house seem to shake with their intensity.
Eventually, she lay in bed, soft as dough, clutching her chest and begging for mercy. I lay beside her, holding her tightly, letting her aftershocks subside in my embrace. The bed felt uncomfortable, as the sheets were completely drenched with her sweat and ejaculations.
After catching her breath, Rose whispered in my ear, "You are such a mystery." She tilted her head with curiosity. "How come every time I see you, you seem larger and last longer?"
It must have been due to the transformations of Sanguine Resurrection. However, I wasn't ready to reveal this much to her yet. So I redirected her attention, "Shh... listen."
In the bedroom down the other side of the hallway, the moaning and creaking of furniture became more distinct as our room grew quiet.
Rose slid her hands down my erection, which remained hard and yearning for release, a competitive glint in her eyes.
"That peacock magic—can you do it again?" she asked, knowing exactly where that red glow originated.
I nodded and cupped my left hand on her blonde mound, releasing the warm healing glow into her vagina before spreading through her whole body. She moaned at the warm, soothing sensation, then rose up and straddled me.
As she lowered herself onto my shaft, I controlled my muscles to let it squeeze in easier. Once it was completely in, Rose rode me with vigorous intensity. The bed frame protested with loud groans and threatened to give way.
The night went on with a competition of passionate noises—moaning, groaning, slapping of bodies and squelching of skins, until the other room went completely quiet, and I exploded in her every hole. She swallowed the last drop of my fluid, before drifting into a contented sleep with a sweet smile.