“I think you needn’t wait for what you really want when you ask that, Sorhafe. Don’t worry, the others won’t be along for a long while yet, the muscle squad are on their own adventure.” The rogue pulled her hood back, tussling her short black hair. “We should be all alone here in this nice, quiet, secluded little hideaway…”
Sorhafe’s wings fluttered in subtle arousal, her cheeks flushing at her partner’s forwardness. “I… I would like that, Virona. I feel as though we’ve been together so long, and yet we’ve never truly had any by ourselves, have we?”
“No, we haven’t. Best we rectify that, why don’t we?” The rogue tossed her cloak off her shoulders, her bare arms now wrapped around the elf’s naked shoulders. Sorhafe hitched her breath, her skin cool upon her warm chest. Was Virona always so entrancing to her? Her eyes always so hypnotic? Her skin always that pallid? She only questioned it briefly as Virona squeezed them together, pressing their breasts tight upon each other. “You want this, don’t you?”
“Yes, Virona. Please, I’m yours.” She whispered.
“And I am yours…” she tilted the elf’s chin down to plant a tender kiss on the lips, their tongues mingling in a dalliance as Sorhafe slipped Virona’s tube top style breast wrap off her slender body. They pulled back a short while, before Virona went back again, lips brushing Sorhafe’s slender neck. The elf didn’t notice as Virona parted her dark lips, revealing the glittering white fangs set in her mouth.
Sorhafe shuddered as what started as sharp pain gave way to a dull, thudding pleasure, like two little clits stimulated by a steady and tender hand. The newmade vampire moaned in desire as the dark red blood seeped from the elf’s caramel skin, tasting rich and heady. One of her hands held tight to the back of the elf’s hand, the other one explored down her curvaceous waist, only to move toward her own, unfastening her leather leggings and shrugging off her light soled boots.
The elf gasped at her partner’s mercy, only to find invite her closer still, her wings wrapping around the vampire from behind, her dexterous legs knocking the both of them down to the ground, inviting Virona to pounce atop her. She grazed and groped the vampire by her shapely rear, rewarding the vampire’s hunger. Her back began to arch as she felt a cold hand shiver inside her hot core, as Virona’s nimble fingers began toying with the elf’s folds while her fangs coaxed more of her sweet lifeblood. The elf did not stay indolent, her own hands tracing down Virona’s tight abdomen, before teasing her slick petals and parting through into the sheathe of pleasure beyond. Virona purred. “Ohh… and I thought I was the sneaky one.” The vampire hummed, licking the last dregs of blood from her lips.
“M-more, please Virona.” Panted Sorhafe as she writhed and bucked her hips under the rogue’s ongoing ministrations.
“I’d love to my dear, but I can’t drain you too far, not unless you’d like to join me like this, of course.” She tsked, kissing her breast and suckling one of her erect nipples in consolation.
“That might not be the worst fate…” Sorhafe cooed as she held firm to Virona’s plump buttocks and squeezed tightly.
“Ah but we have work to finish first, don’t we?” The vampire hummed as she retracted her fingers, leaving Sorhafe panting on the edge and shaking in denial. She didn’t protest though as she saw the vampire positioning her face over Sorhafe’s entrance, waving the vampire’s own tantalizingly over her. She giggled eagerly as a little drop of sweet female juices dribbled from Virona’s moistened slit. Before long, two tongues met their respective womanhoods, exploring with abandon as their legs wrapped around each other’s bodies, twinning the two women into one glorious being.
Sorhafe was first to give out, followed by Virona’s resistance giving way, their hips thrashing wildly as they rode each other’s faces out to a shuddering climax. Sorhafe lied sprawled on her back, Virona gently running her fingers along the punctures on her neck, sopping up the last bits of blood and treating the wound with a little harmless blood magic.
“Feeling better dear? I didn’t drain too much did I?” She whispered in the elf’s pointed ear, her breath gentle upon her neck.
“No.. no I feel fine, not even dizzy.” She confirmed.
“Good, good. I’ll need to top off every few nights, I’ll be sure to make it worth your while when I do, if you let me.”
“I’m all yours…” Sorhafe stroked her raven hair.
“And I, yours.”