Chapter 386: The Monster Refuses To Sleep

Stan remained buried deep inside Maya for a long moment, both of them breathing hard, the last pulses of his release still warm within her. Maya’s body was soft and pliant against his chest, her heartbeat fluttering against his.

Sophie shifted closer on the bed, still flushed and glowing, and reached out to brush a strand of hair from Maya’s damp cheek.

Maya was the first to speak, her voice a lazy, satisfied murmur against Stan’s neck. "Do you have any idea, that you have the stamina of a complete monster?"

Sophie let out a soft, breathless laugh of agreement. "She’s right. Three times and you’re still hard. Most men would be unconscious by now. You’re ridiculous."

Stan’s chest rumbled with a low, unrepentant laugh.

He gave Maya’s ass one last lazy squeeze before finally easing out of her, a thick trail of cum following. "What can I say? Good company brings out the best in me."

Maya lifted her head just enough to give him a playful, narrowed-eyed look. "The best? Or the most shameless? You’re going to ruin us for anyone else, you know that?"

"That was the plan," he answered easily, earning another soft, exasperated laugh from both women.

Sophie stretched languidly, then propped herself on one elbow. "We should take a bath. All three of us. Before we end up sticking to these sheets permanently."

Maya hummed in agreement. Stan simply smiled, unbothered and still half-hard. "Why would I say no to my two beautiful ladies?"

They began to rise. Sophie and Stan headed toward the bathroom first, their bodies still marked with the evidence of the night.

Maya paused at the edge of the bed, glancing at the thoroughly ruined sheets. "You two go ahead. I’m changing these now so we can just crawl straight into bed afterward."

Sophie blew her a soft kiss and disappeared into the bathroom with Stan.

Maya worked quickly and efficiently, stripping the old sheets and replacing them with fresh ones from the nearby cabinet. The quiet of the room settled around her as she smoothed the last corner into place.

Across the space, Camilla watched in silence through her spiritual sense.

As Maya finished the final adjustment, a familiar prickle ran down the back of her neck, the inexplicable human intuition that someone was staring intently at her. She frowned slightly.

Stan and Sophie were already in the bathroom. There was no one else in the room. Still, the feeling persisted. She glanced over her shoulder, eyes scanning the empty space for a moment, then shook her head and turned back to her task.

Camilla’s lips curved faintly. ’Hmph. Humans and their sharp little intuitions...’

Maya finished a moment later and padded quickly into the bathroom to join the others. The soft click of the bathroom door closing left the bedroom quiet once more.

Camilla immediately withdrew her spiritual sense.

Watching them have sex had been one thing, curiosity, something restless and unnamed she still refused to examine too closely. But watching them bathe felt like a line she did not want to cross.

She remained on the hovering jade bed, alone now, and finally rolled onto her back. Her crimson eyes stared up at the ceiling. For a moment they seemed to glow faintly in the low light. Her jaw tightened.

’He knew I would be watching them, and he still did all of that anyway. So shameless.’

The thought circled, sharp and irritating. ’Is he trying to get under my skin? Trying to provoke something?’

She scoffed quietly under her breath. ’No. I can’t let him get to me. I am of royal blood. I followed him only to see Earth for myself, to confirm the tales passed down through generations of royal-blooded vampire cultivators ever since our ancestors reached New Terra.’

’I shouldn’t care about the doings of a human.’

The words felt hollow even as she formed them. A restless heat still lingered low in her body, an uncomfortable awareness she could not quite banish. ’But why do I feel like this?’

An intrusive thought slipped through before she could stop it.

’He isn’t a normal human, though. He carries an innate aura that rivals true humans, and he’s a master cultivator hiding in plain sight.’

Camilla’s teeth gritted together at the unwanted observation. Her fingers curled tightly into the silk of the jade bed. The ceiling above her offered no answers, only the quiet knowledge that the man on the other side of that bathroom door was far more complicated than she had first assumed... and that something about him had already begun to disturb the careful composure she had carried for centuries.

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Meanwhile back when Sophie walked into the bathroom with Stan...

Sophie closed the bathroom door behind them with a soft click. Steam had not yet begun to rise; the large glass shower stall stood empty and waiting. Her gaze dropped immediately to Stan’s cock, still thick, heavy, and unmistakably hard despite everything that had already happened in the bedroom. A small, affectionate smile curved her lips.

Without a word she sank gracefully to her knees on the cool tile, the soft curves of her naked body settling between his feet. She looked up at him through her lashes, one hand wrapping gently around the base of his shaft.

"Let me take care of this for you," she murmured, voice low and warm. "I know it gets uncomfortable when you’re still this hard after so much... and I don’t want my king going to bed aching." Her thumb brushed slowly over the sensitive head, smearing the lingering wetness there. "Just relax and let me calm this raging monster of yours."

Stan’s hand settled lightly in her hair. Sophie leaned in and dragged the flat of her tongue up the underside in one long, deliberate stroke, savoring the taste of him mixed with the faint salt of earlier release.

She swirled her tongue around the flushed head in slow, focused circles, then sealed her lips over it and sucked with gentle, rhythmic pressure. Her free hand stroked the thick shaft in time with her mouth, twisting slightly on every upstroke.