(it might be a little overrated) lol
With a sigh, the young woman lifted herself off the bed and stretched her sinuous body. The night air drifting in the window was cool on her skin, and moonlight silhouetted her naked frame as she strode across the small room. She picked up a dress from the back of a desk chair, held it up appraisingly, and placed it back down, laughing gently. A second dress was picked up, and this one she shrugged over her head.
Clothed now in a floor length dress, cut low over the bodice but otherwise undistinguishable in the poor light, she crossed back to the bed, and gazed lovingly down at the two still forms in it. A young man and a young woman, both looking to be still teenagers, lay stretched out on the bed, limbs intertwined and hair intermingled. The young woman smiled down on the two of them, and brought a hand up to her mouth to wipe away the last of the blood that trickled down her lips. Reaching out, she brushed back the hair from the other woman’s neck. There, on the nape of the neck, was a large bruise, reminiscent of those common to lovemaking, but culminated by two holes in the center, almost like a bite. Blood trickled gently from the bite marks, and the young woman over the bed bent down and gently licked it away. The young woman on the bed shifted slightly, rolling half back to look up at the other.
“Shh,” breathed the woman over the bed, “Go back to sleep, Anne, it’s alright.”
Anne sighed, and closed her eyes. The woman looked at the other on the bed, but he was no longer there. She spun, dress whirling beneath her, and was caught around the waist by the young man who had shared the bed with Anne.
“Damon!” she hissed, trying to sound furious, “what are you doing?”
“Ah, my darling Cassandra,” He laughed gently, “don’t you wish you knew?”
Cassandra began to protest, but he kissed her, and stole her words away. As they kissed, her hands rose to rest around his neck, and she felt wetness. She pulled her hands away, and they were red in the moonlight.
“Damon,” she began, but he cut her off.
“I’m still bleeding freely.” His whisper caused her to shiver slightly. “Bleeding for you.”
Almost trembling, she swept his hair aside, revealing a mark like the one on Anne’s neck. She raised her mouth to the mark, and he lowered his neck to meet it. She bit gently, sharp canine teeth easily re-puncturing the already tender flesh, and began to drink the blood that spilled forth.
Damon sighed in a mix of pain and pleasure as her teeth punctured his skin and she drank his blood. This was his life, his joy. She was his mistress, a young vampire of surpassing beauty and charm, and he was her thrall. One day, he would turn, become a full blooded vampire, but for now, he was hers. His was the blood she took most regularly, his was the company she preferred. In her turn, she protected him, gave him the promise of immortality. She was everything to him, the goddess of his world.
He must have been moaning louder than he thought, for Anne stirred again. She hurriedly moved aside as Cassandra and Damon collapsed back onto the bed, kissing passionately. Blood flowed from Damon’s neck with renewed vigor, leaving crimson trails down his chest. Anne leaned in and stole Cassandra’s lips from him, and the two women kissed fervently, Damon’s blood flowing back and forth between their mouths. He, in turn, reached down to the hem of Cassandra’s dress and lifted it up over her head, leaving her naked once again. As Cassandra removed her dress, Damon and Anne kissed, Damon shuddering to taste his blood on her lips. As they kissed, Cassandra walked to the head of the bed. Reaching out, she grasped Anne’s wrists, and slowly fastened handcuffs around them. Anne looked up in shock, but before she could react, Cassandra had attached the cuffs to the headboard, and was back on the bed. She and Damon kissed as Anne struggled against the cuffs to reach them. Finally they broke off, and leaned in against Anne’s neck. Damon nuzzled and kissed her, whereas Cassandra bit and drank. Anne writhed and shook with pleasure at the dual stimulation, and her cries grew continuously louder as the other two began to caress her body. They took it turns to kiss her and suck her breasts, while continually massaging lower and lower. Finally, their hands reached the juncture of her thighs, penetrated the nest of hair, and entered her. Anne gasped in shock; no one had ever touched her like that before, and now there were two hands, belonging to two separate people, probing her secrets. Damon tenderly inserted a finger between her lower lips and began to thrust it in and out of her virgin pussy. Cassandra, meanhwhile, rubbed Anne’s clit, occasionally pinching it between her thumb and forefinger.
“Oh, god… mmmh, yes! Oh, YES!” Anne moaned loudly, and ceased speaking comprehensibly. She screamed, but Cassandra clamped her lips over Anne’s mouth, turning the shriek back into a repressed squeal.
Cassandra broke off their kiss, and locked lips with Damon instead. They kissed and bit, tongues flashing back and forth, all the while fingering Anne.
“Oh, GOD!!!” Anne panted again, before practically fainting from pleasure.
“Damon will do,” he shot back.
Cassandra poked him, and he twitched, laughing. Her eyes lit up, and she began to tickle him. Her hands danced up and down his sides, tickling, poking, and scratching. He writhed in mirth, trying to avoid her attack without falling off the small bed the three of them shared. Finally, he grabbed, first her right wrist, then her left. She struggled to free her hands, but he held her too tightly. Grabbing both wrists in the same hand, he quickly stretched out and tickled quickly behind her left ear, the only spot on her body that seemed to affect her. She shrieked in mirth and anger, then wrenched both hands away, but he caught them again in a matter of seconds. She twisted and writhed in his grip, but he refused to let go. After several seconds, she began to pout.
“Let go of my wrists!”
“No.”
“I want them back,” she said, in a voice somewhere between a whisper and a whimper.
“Nope,” he responded, without a hint of mercy.
“Pweeeze?” Her eyes opened wide, and her lip curled into even more sensuous a pout than it had been.
“Nuh-uh,” he chuckled, “you can’t have them back because you’d tickle me again.”
“No I wouldn’t!” she said, indignantly, “Now give them back!”
“No.”
They continued as such for almost two full minutes, arguing back and forth like small children, until Cassandra wrenched her arms again and something in her wrist popped.
“OW!” she exclaimed. “You hurt my wrist!”
Damon, who had released her wrists as soon as it popped, denied it, “I did no such thing! You hurt it yourself because you struggle to damn much!”
“Do not talk back to me,” she began, voice suddenly full of rage. “You hurt my wrist. You ought to be severely punished for that!”
Damon’s manner changed at once. Voice tremulous, he begged her for mercy. “Oh, please, mistress,” he began, speaking softly and timidly, “don’t punish me! I’m sorry!”
“How sorry?” she asked, her voice full of false sweetness.
“I’m very sorry, mistress,” he answered. At the same time, he slunk down, tilting his head back, exposing his neck in submission to her.
“We’ll see how sorry you are after you’ve been sufficiently punished, I think.”
Cassandra lay back against the foot of the bed, and gestured for Damon to follow.
“Now, you will eat my pussy, and we will see just how sorry you are!”
Damon smiled, knowing that this was less a punishment, and more Cassandra trying to satisfy her desires. His grin widened, and his manner changed from that of a submissive to that of a man about to eat a perfect pussy. He leaned close to her, simply breathing in the delicious scent of her.
“Mmh,” he murmured, “du riechst so gute!” (You smell so good!)
He leaned in again, and this time he planted a kiss on her outer lips, which made her shift a bit.
“Quit teasing,” she demanded, “or I may find a more suitable punishment!”
He leaned in and licked her, his tongue penetrating her outer lips, causing a flood of her juices to spill forth. Gently, he licked her again, and then plunged his tongue into her. She moaned softly as his tongue penetrated her, and louder as he licked up to her clit. He gently inserted a finger into her tight pussy, amazed that no matter how much he fingered her, how much they fucked, she always seemed tight as a virgin. As he gently slipped his finger in and out of her, he began to pay special attention to her clit. He began by simply licking it, but quickly progressed to forcefully dragging his tongue across it so as to increase the amount of pressure he put on it. Her moans increased accordingly. Finally, when he had her worked up enough that he could have drowned in her sexual juices, he slurped at her clit as if he were drinking through a straw, and then, very gently, bit it. She gasped, short of breath, and he did it again. He continued to finger her and alternate licking and nibbling her clit until she could not control herself.
“Oh, Damon, yes, god, oh, Damon, more, oh, yes, yes, yes, oh god, yes Damon, just like that, oh god, yes, oh, yes master, make me scream, oh Damon, oh, more, just like that, oh god, how do you always know, yes, more, oh…”
She put a hand on his head and pushed it away from her, but the look in her eyes screamed that it pained her to do so.
“I don’t want to pass out just now,” she offered as explanation.
Damon crawled up until he could kiss her.
“Kiss me now,” he demanded, “while your juices are fresh on my lips.”
Cassandra obeyed him, desperately kissing him, hard and fast, without biting, simply trying to kiss him until she could only taste his tongue. Damon kissed back, but reservedly. He let her spend herself on desperate kisses while he marveled at the fact that she had not only listened to his orders, but had gone so far as to call him master, something she had never done before.
It didn’t take long for Cassandra to realize that Damon was not responding to her kisses with the passion that he usually did. Slowly she pulled away, hating to stop for even a moment and asked, “What’s the matter?” Damon sighed and looked at her with some measure of trepidation.
“Well, you said something, something you’ve never said before. You called me master.”
Cassandra sat up and cocked her head to the side, trying to remember anything beyond the pleasure she had felt only a few minutes before. “I did. Well, I just finally feel like I can give up control when I’m with you. It’s like I don’t have to watch myself every second to make sure that I am in control. I can trust you,” at this she looked away, a little embarrassed at her confession.
Damon couldn’t believe what he was hearing. This strong, dominant woman not only called him ‘master’ but seemed to be telling him that she trusted him enough to submit or at least to give up control. “Gods, I can’t believe how much I love you.”
Cassandra looked relieved at this and leaned in to kiss him once more. Damon smiled and accepted her kiss. The two began to kiss with greater intensity and Cassandra leaned farther into him, wishing desperately to become one flesh. Her hand, which had been tangled in his hair slowly trailed down his neck and drew patterns across his chest. She used her nails to tease and torment him as their tongues entwined. Soon her hand drifted even lower.
“Hmm, a little excited are we?” she whispered in his ear with a small smile.
“Only a little,” he replied, arching his back a little. He gasped as Cassandra continued their kiss while encircling him with her small hand. He sat up straighter and wrapped both arms around her, trying to pull her in as close as was humanly possible. Realizing the inevitable, Cassandra pulled away and glanced at Anne. Anne had fallen back asleep at this point; she knew that the two of them needed some time alone. She turned back to Damon who had been watching her with a curious expression. “Why don’t we let her sleep?”
Damon, misreading her suggestion, looked disappointed but grudgingly agreed.
Cassandra realizing what he must have thought laughed. She said, “No, silly. Let’s go to my room.”
At this, Damon immediately perked up and started to stand and gather his clothes. Cassandra giggling rose from the bed and shrugged her dress back on. She crossed the room and waited by the door and Damon struggled into his jeans and pulled his shirt over his head. Cassandra stepped into the hall of the townhouse the three of them shared. It was Cassandra’s home that she had ‘inherited’ from her dear Great Aunt Cassandra when she died. While it suited her purposes to attend a university when she tired of the decadent life, it did not mean that she was going to live in one of the dorms.
Cassandra lightly glided down the stairs to the basement where her rooms were. Damon followed after her, as quickly as he could. When they reached the bedroom, Cassandra swept inside and lit several candles and a stick of her favorite jasmine incense. Damon closed the door and came up behind her as she blew out the match. He put his arms around her and buried his face in her hair. Cassandra smiled and arched into him. Encouraged, Damon began to slide his hands over her. She made a small noise of pleasure and squirmed under his capable hands. She turned and faced him when she could take the teasing no longer. Although she only spoke one word, he understood her meaning clearly: “Bed.”
Damon didn’t waste a second, but quickly crossed to the bed and made himself comfortable. Cassandra hesitated only a moment, simply enjoying the sight of Damon in her bed. She soon joined him however and they picked up right where they had left off in Anne’s room. After a few minutes however, Damon pulled back and asked, “You said you trusted me. Does that mean you trust me enough to turn me now?”
Cassandra who had been wearing an expression of surprise when he had first pulled away, now gave him a measuring look. After a very long pause she said, “I think you may be ready. But I warn you, it is painful.”
“I can deal with pain,” Damon said, trying to look unafraid.
Cassandra just barely stopped herself from smiling at his bravado. “I know sweetie. But this is the most excruciating pain you can imagine.” She pushed herself into a sitting position. “Well, if you think you are ready, I’m willing.”
“I am. I want to spend eternity with you. I want to make the dream to be together until the end of time a reality.”
“Alright. Well, you will need to fight and feel some pain, but I could make it easier and more pleasurable.”
“Why do I need to fight?”
Cassandra sighed. “Well, traditionally most vampires are turned against their will or by accident. So they fight when their system begins to shut down. This makes them stronger. It takes great strength to break through the influence most vampires use to keep their prey complacent. And it takes even more to try and reject the blood.”
Damon swallowed hard and asked, “Well then, you said you could make it more pleasurable? How?”
“Like this,” Cassandra pushed Damon gently back against the pillows. She placed a leg on each side of him and lowered herself slowly onto him. She leaned forward and claimed his mouth again with her own. Slowly she began to move her hips against his and felt him respond immediately. Damon moaned as Cassandra changed rhythms and ran her nails up and down his chest. She slid her hands under his shirt and quickly drew it over his head and off. She drew back and let him lift her dress over her head and toss it aside. Cassandra smiled and began to unfasten the button on his jeans. In a moment she had them off. Now that there was nothing between them, Cassandra began to kiss and lick Damon’s chest. She left sporadic bite marks whenever the mood struck her to do so and enjoyed his quick inhalations of surprise and pleasure. Abandoning his chest for the moment, she returned to kissing him. As they kissed, Damon began to lift his hips in a quick rhythm. Cassandra pulled back and smiled as she said, “Not quite yet my dear. Wouldn’t want to rush things now would we?” She smiled that evil smile that drove Damon insane with a mixture of equal parts of anticipation and annoyance. She bent down again, but this time focused her attention on his neck. Cassandra nibbled all along the curve of his neck but never broke skin and never drew blood. But just the feel of her teeth seemed to drive Damon wild.
Groaning he said, “Gods, how do you manage to get me this hard? I didn’t think it was possible.”
Cassandra did not reply but allowed herself a small smile as she gave a particularly hard bite. She thoroughly enjoyed his gasp.
Soon he was begging her to take him inside her. All he wanted was to be inside her and to know that they belonged together, joined as one flesh. Cassandra stopped her tormenting and raised up enough for Damon to position himself at her entrance. Before he could react, Cassandra slid all the way down, taking him inside her in one quick motion. She paused for an instant, enjoying the feeling of completeness as he filled her perfectly. As she began to rock back and forth Damon moaned. She controlled the rhythm, speeding up and slowing down, making sure that he would last. Soon though Damon grabbed her hips and pushed her down harder with each thrust. Cassandra let her head fall back as he reached deeper and deeper inside her.
“That’s right. Teach me what a man should do to a woman. Make me feel every inch of you,” she could only gasp these words as she rapidly reached her own climax. She leaned down and bit his earlobe as she felt the waves of pleasure break over her. She could feel that he was coming to climax and moved her mouth to his neck. As he came deep inside her, she bit and began to drain his blood. His cries of pleasure gave way to cries of pain. He struggled as he felt his life slip away. She listened for any signs of second thoughts. But Damon never expressed any remorse for his decision. When she had drained all she could, bringing him to the brink of death, she drew back and bit her own wrist. Offering it to him she told him to drink. He grabbed her wrist and began to suck. She let him go until she knew he had had enough to turn. She tugged her wrist away from his mouth.
“That’s enough. Now sleep my love.” Damon sighed in annoyance of being denied the blood but did as Cassandra told him. She looked at his sleeping form, brushed a hair out of his face and reluctantly slid off the bed. She glided back up the stairs and went to go check on Anne.
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