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Chapter 97: Perverted Sucking
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Domino, however, wasn't having it. The idea had sunk its hooks into her, fueled by her own nature that thrived on risk and chaos.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her expression turning pleading, obsessed.
"Please, Adam. It sounds like such an amazing experience. I have to have it. I have done so much for you and never asked for much, so please do it... I want to feel alive!"
The intensity in her voice, the raw, desperate craving in her eyes, was startling.
It mirrored his own thirst in a terrifying, reflective way. Jean and Rogue stared, stunned into silence, as Domino begged to be bitten, her desire bordering on mania.
Why? Why do people around him have such extreme psychotic tendencies? Is it his fault? Why is it so fucking exciting?
[DOMINO NO! DOMINO YES!]
[She just offered herself like a cocktail! Shameless! I love her!]
[Great, another Yandere.]
[Her luck power makes her life chaotic, but maybe numb? Therefore, she's like Adam in that way, always pursuing new experiences.]
[Wtf is his secret? I want to cook some yandere into my girlfriend too.]
[Trauma is the answer. Every one of them is traumatized, just gotta learn the craft to take advantage of it.]
[Actual psycho!? What?]
[No no, it's normal. It's not taking advantage of vulnerable people, it's healing them, saving them. It's god's work, trust.]
[I trust not. U sound like a serial killer, ngl.]
[Seek help] [Jump] [May God be with us.]
[Thanks for your teachings. I have learned.]
Adam brought his hand to his temple, the cool pressure a grounding point against the twin storms; The roaring thirst and Domino's bewildering desperation.
"Dom," He said, his voice amused but also confused. "Do you realize you'd be doing me the favor here? Not the other way around. Why are you begging?"
"Please," She whispered, her eyes glazed with a fervor he'd never seen in her before. It wasn't fear; it was craving. "Don't be a pussy and just fucking do it!"
Adam was left speechless, his mouth twitching. Why the fuck are they starving for him? Sure, he's the greatest, but still, he didn't realize this was a wish-fulfillment show.
Then why the fuck had he faced so many challenges? Why didn't some god just grant him some wishes, then viola?
Yeah, no. The writer of this show is definitely sadistic, and he's now just throwing some breadcrumbs just so when the worst happens, it would feel that much worse, unless he himself is somehow the writer of this show; in that case, it's genius.
Eitherway, Dom was starving for him, and he saw the resolve in her, the wild, lucky spark that defined her embracing this ultimate risk.
With a resigned sigh that was half exasperation, half surrender to the inevitable, he glanced at Jean. "Stop me if I lose control."
Without further hesitation, his right arm; his only arm; snaked around Domino's back, pulling her flush against him.
His other hand was gone, so he used his body to cradle her, his head dipping to the exquisite curve of her exposed neck. He could see the pulse fluttering there, a frantic, living drumbeat.
The scent of her, blood and wildflowers and life, was overwhelming.
He opened his mouth. They all saw it then; the elegant, pronounced length of his vampiric canines, sharp as surgical steel and just as pale.
He pressed the points against her skin, gently, then slowly, deliberately, pushed them in.
Domino gasped, a sharp intake of breath. Her body tensed for a split second, then melted against him.
Adam tried to go slowly. He really did. But the first taste was an explosion.
The fierce vitality in her blood tasted like heaven. Blood tasted like a divine liquid to his vampiric taste buds.
It was all overwhelming and addictive. He could now understand why Vampires easily lose themselves.
It was like drinking liquid adrenaline mixed with starlight, translated into a flavor that was electric, effervescent, and profoundly addictive.
A low, involuntary rumble vibrated in his chest. His arm tightened around her, locking her in place.
The initial, careful sips became deep, greedy draws. The sound was intimate and primal, a soft, wet pull that filled the silent room.
Domino's face, pressed against his shoulder, was flushed a deep, feverish red. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted. A soft, shuddering moan escaped her.
She didn't seem to be enduring any pain; instead, she was reveling in it. Her hands, which had been on his shoulders, slid up to tangle in his hair, holding him closer.
Jean watched, one hand pressed to her own throat, her green eyes wide. There was no jealousy, only a profound, telepath's fascination with the raw exchange of energy, the dark intimacy of it.
Yeah, she was definitely feeling it too, her empathy allowing her to experience everything Domino's experiencing.
Anna, however, stood frozen. Her expression had turned to glacial frost, her hands clenched into fists so tight her knuckles were white.
The sight of Adam lost in another woman, feeding with such intimate abandon, was devastating.
[What in Hydra?!]
[The sounds… They are straight out of a porno.]
[Damn! She's getting off on this!]
[Rogue looks like she's about to murder someone and then cry.]
[Tf? They're all perverts. What in the fanfiction?!]
[I mean, sure, he's got more handsome and charismatic, but we're in the harem territory right now.]
[Don't worry, man, it won't happen. Jean will just kill everyone in an extreme yandere streak and win.]
[Dunno man, she seems to be enjoying the experience... A little too much. I may be paranoid, but her empathy may drive her into the path of a cuckqueen.]
[No way, Jean is way too possessive for that to happen.]
Adam was drowning in it. The warmth of her, the intoxicating power of her blood flooding his system, banishing the cold hollow of thirst and replacing it with a burning, invincible fullness.
The world narrowed to the pulse beneath his lips and the glorious heat coursing through him.
"Adam."
Jean's voice was soft, but it carried the weight of a psychic feather brushing against his mind.
It was a soft, gentle whisper, a pinpoint of clarity in the red haze.
He blinked. The heavenly taste was everywhere. Domino's pulse was weaker, fluttering like a trapped bird. Too much.
With a Herculean effort of will that felt like tearing his own soul in two, he forced his jaws to relax.
He pulled his fangs free with a soft, wet sound. Blood welled from the twin punctures.
Instinctively, his tongue darted out, lapping at the escaping drops, cleaning the wound, the contact making Domino shiver.
He buried his face in her hair, his voice a ragged whisper by her ear. "Thank you."
Then he pushed her away, gently but firmly. "Jean, take her. Now." His voice was gravel, his biological eye a blazing crimson that glowed fiercely even through the hazel contact lens.
Jean didn't hesitate. A shimmer of telekinetic energy, invisible but tangible, wrapped around Domino and lifted her from Adam's lap, floating her over to a nearby chaise lounge.
Domino sank into the cushions, her face pale now, beaded with sweat. But a dazed, beatific smile played on her lips.
Jean knelt beside her, a hand on her forehead. "Domino? How do you feel?"
Domino's eyes fluttered open. She looked up at Jean, then over at Adam, who was sitting rigidly, visibly trembling with the effort of not pouncing again.
Her smile widened into a weak but genuine grin. "Holy shit," She breathed, her voice hoarse. "That was… orgasmic."
[She looks like it, goddamn, she hungry for him.]
[Jean must know exactly how it felt, but she's hiding it away. I see what she's doing; all fucking perverts.]
[Fuck u Adam! U have plot armor!]
[True, what's this bullshit? Why don't this happen to me?]
[Trust man, it happens in real life too, just need a good spawn.]
[Fuck, I had a bad spawn, GG.] [GG.] [+1][+1][+1][+1]
[Rogue is now extra frosty.]
Adam took a deep, shuddering breath that did nothing for his lungs but helped his focus.
The thirst was still there, like an itch, but it was mostly gone, replaced by a sated power.
But that power was wild, untamed. He looked at Jean and then at the frost-queen Anna.
"I didn't want to feed so soon," He managed. "Lest I lose the plot entirely. But… this is the thing. Thirst weakens vampires, keeps the hunger manageable. Now that I'm sated…"
He flexed his hand slowly, watching the tendons move like steel cables. "I feel like if I move wrong, I'll bring this whole building down. Jean, be a dear. Telekinesis. To the Basement workshop."
He glanced at the ceiling. "Alice, instruct Natalie: press conference, tomorrow afternoon. Full media blitz. And call Elektra. Have her come to the underground entrance. Guide her down."
Jean nodded, her expression turning serious. Her own power shimmered around Adam, a cocoon of invisible force that lifted him from the couch.
He went limp within it, allowing her to control his movement completely.
The last thing he did was instruct Alice to direct a nurse to attend to Domino.
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