Loser to Legend: Gathering Wives with My Unlimited Money System

She stayed on his lap, lips sealed to his neck, sucking slowly—like time didn't matter. Her hands rested against his chest, fingers splayed open, feeling the quiet thump of his heart. And even after five minutes… she'd only taken a few drops.

Xavier wasn't sure what he was expecting.

Pain? Maybe.

But instead, it was… warm. Tingly. Like every nerve was being softly pulled and stroked from the inside. His skin wasn't screaming. His muscles weren't tense. It was a strange kind of pleasure, one he hadn't known existed.

And as for Reva, she was flushed.

Her body trembled slightly against his. She shifted on his lap, thighs pressing tighter, lips never leaving his neck, and even without looking down, he could feel it—she was wet.

Her core rubbed against him through the thin layers of cloth, damp and needy. She sucked one last time, slower than ever, before lifting her mouth.

A string of blood trailed from her lower lip before she licked it clean.

"…That," she whispered, "was the most delicious thing I've ever tasted."

Her voice was hoarse. Low. Almost shaky.

Xavier wiped his neck with the back of his hand and smirked. "Done with your meal?"

Reva looked up at him, eyes half-lidded. "Mmhm."

He leaned closer. "Then I guess it's my turn now."

That made her raise an eyebrow. "Here? In the open?"

Xavier nodded. "Everyone in the village sleeps early. They'll be out at sunrise, but not before. And we're on the top hill. If anyone's coming, we'll see them way before they get close."

Reva let out a soft laugh, brushing a finger over his chest. "The way you're reassuring me… makes me wonder how many other girls you've brought here."

He blinked. "None."

"None?" She tilted her head.

"There aren't any girls my age in this village," Xavier said honestly. "So… I haven't done anything. Not here."

Reva studied him for a moment, then asked, "So… are you a virgin?"

"No," he said. "I'm not."

She hummed. "Then that means you're experienced."

Xavier shrugged. "Experienced enough."

"Good," she whispered. "Because I've never done this. And I don't want my first time to be… underwhelming."

Xavier looked into her eyes. "I haven't had sex with a vampire before… so I'm not sure what to expect either. But I won't stop until you're satisfied."

Reva didn't answer right away.

Instead, she leaned in and kissed him.

Not a quick one, but a real kiss.

Slow and warm, full of heat and promise. Her tongue brushed his. Her hands slid up behind his neck and into his hair. And the kiss deepened, her body pressing down harder against his lap.

Her hunger had only just begun.

Reva broke the kiss first, breath hot and ragged. Her lips were red, slick from both blood and desire. She looked down at him, a glint of heat and mischief in her crimson eyes.

Then—slowly, with deliberate grace—she leaned back, lifting the hem of her cloak and sliding it off her shoulders.

It fell behind her like a black veil of night, pooling onto the grass and stone. She wasn't wearing anything underneath except a tight black lace bra that barely covered her pale, perfect curves, and matching panties now soaked through.

Xavier watched her with a calm expression, but his eyes betrayed him. They roamed over every inch of her, taking in her sharp collarbones, her toned stomach, the way her breasts rose and fell with each breath, and the little trail of blood on her throat she hadn't wiped off.

Reva saw him staring. She smiled—and then grabbed the center of her bra.

It came off in one motion.

Her breasts bounced free—perky, full, and with rosy pink nipples already hard from arousal and night air. She didn't cover herself. She just leaned forward, placing her hands on his chest, her bare chest pressing against him. Skin to skin.

"Your turn," she whispered, grinding down on his lap with wet heat. "Take it off."

Xavier's shirt was gone in a second. Reva's nails grazed over his abs, slow and teasing, as she leaned down and kissed his chest. Then lower.

Then she stopped, hands brushing his belt.

"I'll do it," she said. "You just watch."

Her fingers undid his belt. His pants came off next. Then his boxers. His cock sprang free—hard, twitching, thick with need.

Reva stared.

Her eyes widened slightly. She bit her lip.

"…You weren't lying," she muttered. "You're definitely not inexperienced."

Her hand wrapped around him, slow strokes, her thumb brushing over the tip. She looked up at him with that same hungry stare.

"I'm the first vampire you're fucking, right?" she said.

"Yes," Xavier said.

"Good." She lowered herself, kissing the tip. "Then remember this forever."

She took him into her mouth—slow, tight, wet. Her lips sealed around his cock as she went deeper, her throat flexing to take more. She sucked softly at first, then faster. Her head bobbed. Her tongue swirled. Every movement was calculated and sensual, as if she were tasting a rare delicacy, not just giving a blowjob.

Xavier groaned.

The night air was cool, but her mouth was hot, her movements perfect. Her fangs brushed lightly against him, never enough to hurt—just enough to tease.

She kept going until his legs tensed—then stopped.

"No," she said, breathless. "I want it inside."

She stood up, peeled her panties down her thighs, and straddled him again. Her slit glistened under the moonlight. She reached between her legs, lined him up, and sank down slowly.

Wet heat engulfed him inch by inch.

She gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. "F-Fuck…!"

Xavier grabbed her waist, steadying her.

She sat all the way down, taking him fully inside. Her insides clenched and tightened around him, squeezing with unnatural strength and rhythm.

"Is… is this normal for vampires?" Xavier asked, barely breathing.

Reva smirked. "You're deep… and I'm sensitive. So maybe."

She started moving. Slowly at first. Grinding her hips in small circles, biting her lower lip as her body adjusted.

Then, she picked up speed.