Chapter 274: Magical limits

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Some time later Caius lay on the sofa and Arlette lay atop his body, her head on his chest as he trailed his hand across the smoothness of her back, smiling to himself at how she always reacted to his touch.

Arlette was sure she had certainly reached her limit and now she just wanted to lie right where she was, feeling Caius’s body against hers and his touch on her while she tried to recover the energy she had expended.

At some point though, she trembled at the charge Caius’s fingers caused to zap through her and she raised her head to look up at his face. Caius was looking down at her then as well so they crossed stares which caused her to smile.

"You know, breakfast must be over," she said, "Your classmates are likely in class now. Which means you’re late."

"Nah, I’m sure there’s still a couple of minutes left," Caius said, "I can stay lying here for a bit longer."

"Hmm, can you?" Arlette asked with a bit of a chuckle and then she pressed her lips to Caius’s chest to plant a kiss against it while stretching one hand down his stomach to his groin and to his large member that just lay there like a slumbering serpent still quite poised to strike.

As tired as she felt, the urge to continue remained. She wasn’t even fully conscious of herself gripping the rod and stroking it slowly and lightly until Caius groaned and then her eyes snapped back up to his face. Spotting the very hungry look in his eyes.

She took her lips off him then and cleared her throat. She was getting him riled up and she both anticipated and feared what would happen if he felt ready to go again. She knew for sure she wouldn’t have it in her to say no—the pleasure promised was just too great and too enticing—but also knew the very first climax she’d experience would probably hit her so hard that she’d pass out.

’A distraction,’ she thought, ’We need something else to talk about.’

She and Caius were hardly a boring couple. They had a myriad of things to talk about from his academic life, to his life as a Vampire Lord over a massive coven, or his ever-diligent work in Blood Alchemy. She was particularly invested in his progress with that last one. Or at least she had been earlier that day.

Right now, feeling his cock in her hand, her breasts pressed against his chest, his incredible scent so close, and the handsome face and intriguing eyes so intently on her, she momentarily blanked on any of that.

As it turned out, her urges and arousal—which just never seemed to subside in Caius’s presence—had very little care for the condition of her body and how recently wracked with multiple orgasms she had been already today.

When it seemed like she would succumb and just get right back on that impressive pole to ride her way to another delicious climactic peak, one topic of discussion flashed in Arlette’s pleasure-fried brain.

"You said something before about improving the manuscript..." she said slowly, "What did you mean by that?"

"Hmm?" Caius asked like he hadn’t heard the question and, in a sense, he hadn’t.

You see, unlike Arlette, Caius was finding that he couldn’t really be ’tapped-out’ sexually. There just seemed like there’d always be a reserve—a never-ending one—of energy to allow him to keep going. Apparently, his vampiric insatiability may have slipped into his sexual prowess.

In any case, Arlette stroking his cock was getting him going. Her breasts so amply pressed up against him with her nipples rubbing up on him due to the small movements she was making—that she might not even realize—were the main culprits of this.

As such, his brain didn’t particularly snap up what Arlette was saying and he had to shake off the fog of desire to regain complete lucidity.

"What did you mean by completing the manuscript?" Arlette asked again, "It seems to have worked just fine. It got you to the Fourth Circle after all."

This time Caius heard her well and he only took a few seconds to really collect his thoughts for a more streamlined explanation before he said,

"Allegra’s manuscript is a lot greater than it was made for. To cheat the Evolutionary charge within a person, it manipulates what makes them who they are as a person.

From the moment you used the manuscript, you have become changed. You said it yourself, you feel full. That fullness is not just because of the increased richness of your blood. Not really.

In fact, it’s because you have been changed that your blood reflects that change by tasting richer and fuller to me.

Do you understand?"

"Yes," Arlette said, "You’re saying my blood tasting better is a sign of something more than just that."

"Exactly," Caius said with a nod,

"Unlike Vampires, humans don’t hold all of their power within their blood. The strength of your magic for example is different from that of your blood but it informs how good your blood tastes and how much quality your blood possesses to a Vampire like me.

If for a Vampire, the strength of our blood dictates the strength of our magic and body, for humans, it’s usually the reverse.

So, for Allegra’s manuscript to work, it can’t target the blood of a human because that’s not really where a human’s sense of being is located.

It has to target the very root of your existence. The part of you that lets you be able to gain enlightenment through the Arcane Codex. The part of you that determines on an innate level, your magical limits."

"Magical limits..." Arlette repeated in a tone partly in wonder and partly in confusion.

She had been following along quite well with all that Caius had been saying but the talk of limits had caused her to pause.

Caius nodded.

"Yes, humans have limits. It’s what keeps the peak of magical excellence as a myth to most. It’s why despite how many geniuses have existed, very few have ever been recorded to reach that peak. There is a barrier placed on the development of humans that keeps the Twelfth Circle out of reach."

"Do Vampires have that limit?" Arlette asked.

"No," Caius answered, "The first of our kind traded their limit for immortality, a parasitic nature, and an inability to walk in the sun without magical protection."

Caius let that sit for a while and then he said,

"But it’s not that simple."

"How so?" Arlette asked.

"Well, with the insane requirements for advancement, there are not many Vampires, despite their immortality, who reach that peak.

Although we technically have no limits, those we feed on certainly do. The requirement to go from the Eleventh Circle to the Twelfth will require the blood of hundreds of thousands of mages at the Eleventh Circle—Maybe even more—all for a single Vampire. It just isn’t an all that feasible thing to accomplish.

How would one even go about killing that many Eleventh Circle Mages? How many of them even exist at a time?

Vampires, no matter how powerful, have to settle for weaker victims which increases the already insane requirement by 100-1000 times so while we may have time on our hands due to immortality..."

"You’re almost as limited as we humans," Arlette said with a smile and a jesting wrinkling of her pretty nose.

Caius smiled and shrugged.

"Well, that’s how things normally are. But I think we can do something about that limitation. For both of us."

He flicked his wrist then and the dial he had sent into his spatial ring appeared,

"And we’ll be using this."