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Vi pushed the large wooden door open with a grunt, the hinges making a screeching noise. Gripping the heavy bags she carried in her arms tightly, she used her hip to push the door closed, the loud noise echoing through the empty hallways.
The estate was covered in eerie darkness as usual, the air stale from having all of the doors and windows closed all winter. Vi scrunched her nose and walked to the kitchen to put the brown paper bags in the fridge. Sighing, she made her way upstairs. The weight of the day was heavy on her shoulders, but she had someone to care for. Someone who needed her. She knocked on the door, as heavy and opulently decorated as the rest of the house, and pushed inside without waiting for a reply.
“Caitlyn.” Vi called while she approached the large, floor to ceiling window. “The sun set over a bell ago. C’mon.” She said, punctuating her statement by roughly tugging the curtains open.
The sky was darkening quickly, leaving way to a velvety blue and the brightest stars in the sky. Behind her, a rustle of fabric and a groan was the telltale sign that her master was awake. Vi smiled fondly.
A mumble came from under the sheets. “I did not get any sleep.”
Vi walked towards the bed and kicked off her boots so she could slip under the covers and face her master. Caitlyn had a pout on her lips, one she often pulled that made her look like a spoiled child, but that never failed to amuse Vi.
“Why?”
Caitlyn sighed. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know or you don’t wanna tell me?” Vi probes.
Her bright blue eyes darted around Vi’s face for a moment, before she insisted. “I don’t know, Vi. You know that I have these… spells of insomnia. My old self missing a normal schedule, I guess.”
Vi blinked. There was something her master wasn’t telling her for quite some time now, but she knew better than to try and pry answers out of her. She used to be an Enforcer in a past life, and knew how to reply without giving out any information.
So instead she asked, “Anything I can do?”
Caitlyn’s look was shy when she replied, “Did you bring me any food?”
Vi smiled. “Of course. It’s down in the fridge.”
“Is it from your job?”
“Yeah. It’s the easier route, Cupcake, you know this.”
Caitlyn groaned, and tossed the blankets off her body, sitting up and rubbing her face with her hands.
“Half the times you bring it from work it tastes like arse.” She complained. “Who are you collecting it from?”
Vi sat up to be at eye level with her. “You know that most people who donate are just looking for a quick cog.” She chewed her bottom lip for a moment, knowing that what she was about to suggest was going to be brushed off. Like it always was. “I could feed you, you know?”
Caitlyn swung her legs off the edge of the bed and stood. Her purple night gown had gotten rucked up her hips during her sleep and Vi couldn’t keep her gaze from roaming around her curves.
“I told you, I don’t want you to.”
But Vi was in a mood to argue today. She stood too, and rounded the bed to face Caitlyn.
“Just give me a reason. I’m clean, and you know it. I’ve been eating better since I work for you-”
“Vi.” Caitlyn cut her off curtly. “I said no.”
Vi tried not to bristle. She knew how much worse that would make it, so she nodded and left the room, leaving her master to get dressed.
When Caitlyn woke up that night, a headache was beating in her head and a heavy snowstorm beating into her windows. The wind howled, sliding between the cracks of her ancient home and creating a chill, wind tunnel down every hallway. Caitlyn herself was already cold as ice, so changes in temperature like that never really bothered her, but she was worried about Vi. That girl was too stubborn and dutiful to not come to see Caitlyn, even on a night like this.
As she walked down her cold, empty home, Caitlyn caught the woman’s smell, faint in the cold air of the estate. Her husky voice fluttered from the kitchen, where Caitlyn could hear the water running and clattering of dishes being washed.
“Mornin’, Cupcake!”
Caitlyn smiled. Not many creatures would ever allow a servant to give their master such a pet name. Caitlyn had never allowed it herself. Until Vi came along.
The zaunite was truly an oddity. She didn’t offer to serve Caitlyn because she held hopes of being transformed and living an eternal life. No, Vi had kneeled at her feet and pleaded Caitlyn to let her take care of her.
“I don’t have anyone else.” She’d said. “And I’m afraid of being alone.”
So Vi stayed. Changed her routine to a graveyard shift, got her training as a phlebotomist and found a job at a local hospital so she could have easy access to blood without having to hurt anyone. Spent the rest of her free time perusing the estate’s library, devouring knowledge and keeping Caitlyn company.
Her servitude was purely an outlet for Vi’s second nature as a caregiver. A protector. And the woman had proved to be achingly charming. So Caitlyn allowed Vi to give her whatever pet names she pleased.
Dragging her feet, Caitlyn made her way to the living room, waiting for Vi to finish up in the kitchen. As she paused to stare at the raging blizzard outside her window, the pulse on Caitlyn’s head got worse, and it occurred to her why.
She was hungry.
“Darling?” Caitlyn called.
“Yeah?”
“Did you happen to bring food today?”
“I couldn’t, no. The road to the hospital was blocked when I tried to get there today. It only got worse since I got here.” Vi explained, moving towards the threshold of the kitchen so she could look at Caitlyn across the hallway. “Isn’t it a little early?”
Caitlyn pinched the bridge of her nose. “It is, yes.”
Vi hummed thoughtfully. “There’s a bag left in the fridge. I’ll get it for you, and I’ll go back to the hospital as soon as the storm eases up.”
Caitlyn sighed with relief. One bag wasn’t much when it was her time to feed, but it would keep her going for a few more bells.
A sweet scent hit her nose like a punch to the face when Vi walked into the room a few turns later. It was familiar, just like Vi would smell whenever she had a heavy workout. But it was stronger , enough to heighten her migraine. Caitlyn knew what it was, because she’d smelled it before.
“Vi?” She said weakly. Vi hummed in question, bending over the coffee table to place a tray with a glass full of Caitlyn’s breakfast. “Are you on your cycle?”
Vi’s face drained of all color, her eyes widening in terror.
“Shit.” Caitlyn clasped a hand to her nose, and Vi quickly stepped back to put distance between them. I am so sorry, I’ll uh…”
“You need to leave.”
Vi shifted on her feet. “Caitlyn, there’s a blizzard coming down.” She argued. “I’ll die.”
Caitlyn raised from the couch, still covering her nose and mouth, trying to not let her instinct to taste, bite, feed take over her senses. She tried breathing deeply, forcing her dead lungs to fill up with air. It was a moot thing to do for a creature like her, but the reflex action sometimes helped her relax.
This wasn’t one of those times.
“I’ll just… lock myself in the cellar until the storm passes.” Vi suggested, creeping towards the hallway.
Caitlyn nodded, still turned with her back to Vi. “And light up some incense, please.”
She heard Vi gulping from the other side of the room. Despite the distance, the scent of the woman’s menses surrounded her, slowly taking over her judgment. Thankfully, Vi wasted no time rushing out into the hallway and leaving Caitlyn to pick up the pieces of the humanity she still had left. She leaned on the console table near the window, trying to breathe and counting, senses pricked to feel Vi’s sickly sweet scent disappear.
Caitlyn sighed with relief when the smell faded as Vi put more distance between them, enough to regain control of her body and thoughts, but it didn’t fully go away. After a few turns, the scent that was just Vi got mixed up with the smokey, spicy smell of incense and lit candles, and it turned into a strange mix that made her stomach flutter.
She looked out the window, and watched the violent snowstorm beat against the glass with an air of defeat. Even at the dead of night, Caitlyn wouldn’t be able to go anywhere in this weather. She may not die, but she would surely turn into a popsicle until the sunlight came out and actually killed her.
Caitlyn was trapped. More than usual. Any other day, she would’ve gone outside to tend her garden or send Vi home. But today Caitlyn was stuck, forced to smell the most delicious meal she wasn’t allowed to eat.
Sitting back down on the couch, Caitlyn took the glass full of donated blood with trembling hands, before gulping the contents down. Her headache eased up as soon as the liquid passed her throat. Whoever’s blood this was, it was thankfully of bearable taste, and it quenched her thirst just enough to get her mind off sinking her teeth into Vi’s neck.
Licking her lips, Caitlyn remembered well the first time she’d smelled Vi’s blood. How could she forget? After having such a gorgeous human promise to dedicate her life to take care of Caitlyn for… how long had it been? Ten? Fifteen years? Caitlyn didn’t remember, but the memory of Vi coming home with bloodied bandaged knuckles was as vivid as if it’d happened yesterday.
The metallic smell had filled the house and woke Caitlyn up from her slumber. Her mouth started to water. Vi knocked on the door and walked in to wake her, just like she did every night, but Caitlyn was already up. When she growled at Vi to leave, to tell her to not come back until her wounds had closed, Vi’s eyes had widened, just like today, profusely apologized, before trying to make her way out of the room. Caitlyn had lost all sense of consciousness, and lurched at her, pinning her against a wall.
She remembers grabbing Vi’s wrist and licking the wraps, just to get a taste of the blood that had seeped through the bandages. Caitlyn remembers groaning loudly when the flavor touched her tongue. She remembers nibbling at the bandage, with just an ounce of herself peeking through to keep her from sinking her teeth into Vi’s delicious skin.
Caitlyn was still embarrassed about that.
Since that day, she’d seen the human in a different light. Appreciated her gestures more. The way Vi littered the house with coats, large hats and parasols in case Caitlyn needed to shield herself from the sunlight. How she would make ice during the hotter months and kept Caitlyn’s meals in the fridge so they would be cold and refreshing.
How she kept offering to be Caitlyn’s blood bag.
“It would save us so much trouble, Cupcake.” Vi kept saying. Insisted that she could permanently move in with Caitlyn, have Vi available any time she was hungry. “Humans can completely replace their red blood cells every four to six weeks, and you only need to feed once a month unless you’re hurt. It’s completely manageable.”
But Caitlyn was worried about multiple things.
First and foremost, just feeding from someone without killing them was not as easy as it sounded like. When Caitlyn was a recent spawn, she ended up killing a lot of her victims by accident. Granted, it hadn’t happened in a long time, but that was partly because Vi had been the one providing morally acceptable food.
Second was -and this had been the hardest one to admit, something Caitlyn would never tell Vi- that after having a small taste of her, Caitlyn became addicted. To the point where she had to kick Vi out of the house after accidentally cutting herself cooking or working on the yard, or like today, whenever she was on her menses, because each time Caitlyn caught a whiff, she could feel her feral side come to a head.
The sensation was so intense it made her sick to her stomach. Caitlyn would never forgive herself if something happened to Vi.
So throughout the rest of the night, Caitlyn retired to the greenhouse, as far away from the cellar and Vi as possible. The flowery scents of the indoor garden helped slightly with her nausea, and focusing on a task was enough of a distraction to completely forget Vi was at the estate at all.
That was, until she walked back inside, peeling the gloves off her hands, and the very same woman Caitlyn had definitely not been avoiding to think about all night stumbled into her as she rounded the corner. Caitlyn staggered; Vi’s large and hard figure was always sturdier than she expected.
“Sorry!”
The two women’s rushed apologies mixed in the air as Vi’s hand wrapped around Caitlyn’s elbow. Her sickly sweet scent hit her nostrils like a freight train again, and Caitlyn shook her head, trying to come out of her daze.
“You okay?” Vi asked, her gray eyes open and worried.
Caitlyn was not sure what happened next. All she knew was that she’d tackled Vi onto the ground and pinned her wrists to her chest with one hand, while she pushed Vi’s legs open with the other.
“Cait!”
Vi may be strong, but she couldn’t hold herself against someone like Caitlyn. Her senses had turned black, her sight a tunnel vision directing her gaze to the woman beneath her, and more importantly, where her scent was the strongest. She didn’t even realized the animalistic snarl that pulled at her throat until she heard Vi pleading her to calm the fuck down.
But Caitlyn couldn’t. She wouldn’t.
Keeping the iron grip on her wrists, Caitlyn ducked her head and pressed her nose against Vi’s crotch, groaning into the rough fabric of her trousers. She opened her mouth over the clothed cunt, and let out a breath. The action made Vi’s legs snap closed against Caitlyn’s ears, gasping a curse.
“Caitlyn.” She tried again, voice shaking. “Snap out of it, please.”
Vi tugged at her wrists to no avail. Caitlyn’s strength was deadly, and she was too focused on licking the fabric of Vi’s pants to hear what she was saying. Her pleads sounded muffled; all Caitlyn heard was the rush of Vi’s blood in her ears, the rhythm of her heartbeat quick as a hummingbird’s.
In an impressive set of moves, Vi circled Caitlyn’s head with her thighs and yanked her to the side, turning face down onto the ground and releasing herself from Caitlyn’s grip. Vi tried to crawl away, put some distance between them, but in a blink Caitlyn tugged Vi by the ankle and crawled on top of her again, straddling her hips and pressing Vi face down onto the ornamental rug.
Vi cursed as Caitlyn sought the source of the heartbeat, the place that was more accessible to her from this position. She tugged the collar of Vi’s shirt to give herself more access, and licked at the spot where her racing pulse beat under the skin. Vi squirmed under her, and Caitlyn pulled at the long side of her hair, raising her head and exposing that delicious looking neck.
Caitlyn took her fill; nuzzling the spot, smelling her sweat, it’s chemistry slightly different from being in her cycle. A hand reached over to clasp behind Caitlyn’s own neck, but it didn’t try to pry her away.
“Do it.” Vi pleaded. “C’mon, do it for me.”
Her voice, thick with desire, was what made Caitlyn’s senses crawl back to the surface. She released Vi and stood in the span of a second, panting heavily. She plastered herself against the wall of the hallway as she stared at Vi, who was rolling onto her back and sitting up with a confused frown.
“Caitlyn.” Vi panted.
Caitlyn could still hear the thrum of her heartbeat. The scent of her sickening. “I’m sorry Vi. You need to leave.”
“No, Cait.” Vi stood, and Caitlyn flinched, ready to run, but Vi stayed put, hands raised. “Please, just take me. I know this is happening to you because you’re hungry.”
Caitlyn covered her mouth and nose with her hand. Vi’s scent was so intense she could almost taste it. Her head spun. The words ‘ take me’ resonating over and over again, pouring desire down her spine.
She shook her head. “No, Vi. Please don’t-”
“What are you afraid of?” She asked softly, dropping her hands to her sides and taking a step forward. “That you’ll kill me? You trust yourself so little?”
Caitlyn’s voice was gruff when she replied. “Not with you.”
“Why?” Vi continued to slowly close the gap, but Caitlyn was frozen in place. Even if she recovered some of her self control to get off of Vi, her body was not completely responding to her yet. Vi’s alluring presence, her scent, were the ones in control. Vi smiled wolfishly. “Do you really think I taste that much better?”
Caitlyn pursed her lips. “How would I know?”
Vi’s toes touched Caitlyn’s. She didn’t break eye contact as she leaned to pull Caitlyn’s gardening clippers out of her apron. She raised the tool between them, flicking the latch to open them up.
“You tasted me. A long time ago.” Vi replied with a husk. “You started acting weird around me since.” She pressed her thumb against the blade, and Caitlyn swallowed. “You told me about blood addiction once. Is that what happened?”
Caitlyn let out a shaky breath. “Vi.”
Vi ran her thumb against the sharp edge of the clippers, wincing slightly when her skin opened, and Caitlyn was glad she always thoroughly cleaned her tools after working in her garden. A trickle of blood poured out of Vi’s finger, and the smell of her intensified. Vi tucked the clippers back inside Caitlyn’s apron and raised her thumb towards her lips. The scent of her blood made her mouth water and her eyes flutter.
“Open up, Cupcake.”
Gods, this woman would be the death of her.
Obediently, Caitlyn parted her lips. Once again losing control of herself. Vi slid her thumb into her mouth, pressing it against her tongue. The gush of warm, sweet blood filled her senses. Like a good orgasm, it exploded in one part of her body and flushed through the rest, like fireworks. Vi tasted as decadently as Caitlyn had always imagined. With a needy whine, she wrapped her lips around the knuckle and sucked on it, clasping Vi’s hand to keep it in place.
She could hear Vi’s breath catch before muttering, “Good girl.”
But there was only so much blood Caitlyn could draw from such a small cut. She licked at Vi’s thumb like a water spring on a hot summer day, before Vi pulled it away with an airy laugh. Caitlyn tried to chase it, but a hand at the base of her throat stopped her.
“Do you want more?” Any resolve Caitlyn had in regards to keeping Vi out of sight had gone out the window too long ago. So she nodded, lips parted, and Vi smirked. “Let’s go upstairs.”
Vi knew she was walking herself into the lion’s den. When Caitlyn told her about blood addiction, Vi had done some research on it, and quickly learned that oftentimes her kind had killed a loved one because of it. The grief would take them to step out into the sunlight and join them in the Void. If they even could.
But Vi knew Caitlyn. She’s known her for over a decade, and trusted her with her life, even after her little display in the hallway, Vi was confident that all Caitlyn needed was a good taste of her. Scratch the itch. Vi was a big girl, she could handle it.
Once inside Caitlyn’s room, Vi closed the door and pointed at the large, luxurious bed.
“Sit.” She ordered. Caitlyn nodded and obliged. She’d been oddly calm ever since she had happily sucked Vi’s thumb in the hallway, confirming Vi’s little theory. Vi kicked the rug and lifted the loose floorboard that hid all of Caitlyn’s secrets and weaknesses in one neat little wooden box, and opened it.
“Those will not keep me restrained, Vi.” Caitlyn piped in from the bed. When Vi looked up, she had a sly smirk on her face.
Vi smiled back. “It’s just a reminder for you. Besides, you breaking your restraints will give me enough time to escape if I have to.”
Caitlyn rolled her eyes. “You’re delusional if you think you’re faster than the slowest of my kind, darling.”
The pet name sent a shiver down Vi’s spine. She stood up, closing the hidey hole, and sauntered towards the bed, loosely shaking the heavy metal restraints in her hands. Caitlyn had shown Vi these after a few months working there, telling her to use them if the need arose. What better time than to help your master feed from you?
Vi climbed over the bed and clasped one end of each shackle to the bedposts, while closing the other end around Caitlyn’s wrists, leaving her legs free. The entire time both women were smiling like lovesick puppies, gaze darkening with each click of the restraints.
“Are you going to feed me or fuck me?” Caitlyn asked playfully.
Vi sat back on her haunches. “That depends. Do you want me to fuck you too?”
She watched Caitlyn’s pupils dilate. Her eyes had turned bright red save a small rim on the outside of her irises, making them look eerily purple with the mix. Hunger usually showed through the color of her eyes, and until this evening when they collided in the hallway, Caitlyn’s eyes were their usual bright blue.
Vi grinned. She knew that if there was any blood rushing through Caitlyn’s veins, she’d be blushing right now. She made a show of shrugging her jacket, always keeping her gaze on Caitlyn’s, before peeling off her shirt. The chilly air of the room made her skin pebble, her nipples hardening under the thin cotton bra. She didn’t miss the way Caitlyn’s eyes darted to her tits, licking her lips with anticipation.
Vi didn’t stall any longer. She crawled over Caitlyn, straddling her hips, and draped her arms over her shoulders. She felt the woman immediately duck her head into the crook of her neck, taking a long sniff off her skin. Vi threaded a hand through her hair, encouraging her to get closer.
Caitlyn’s mouth parted. She left a trail of saliva as she took her time savoring Vi’s skin. The spit cooling off in the air of the room made her shiver. Anticipation wound tight in the pit of Vi’s stomach, the throb between her legs matching the speed of her heartbeat.
“Taste me, Cupcake.”
She felt the sharpness of Caitlyn’s teeth before the sting of white, hot pain. Warm liquid poured out of her. Caitlyn sucked every drop she could, but a trail fell down her collarbone, surely staining her clothes with blood. But Vi couldn’t care less. Whatever venom was on these creatures’ teeth was no joke; it numbed the pain only a few seconds after entering her bloodstream, relaxing her muscles and putting her in a blissful state of compliance. It was better than any drug Vi’d ever tried.
All she wanted was for Caitlyn to drain her dry.
“Holy fuck.” Vi gasped, weakly tugging at the silky strands.
Caitlyn moaned against her neck. Vi could hear her swallow loudly, gulping down every drop of blood pouring out of her. She was falling limply onto Caitlyn’s lap, slowly grinding her hips in search of friction. The buzz of her brain losing blood flow somehow made her aware enough to tug Caitlyn’s hair to pull her apart, and despite not having much strength, she moved away from Vi’s neck willingly.
Looking down, Vi watched as her master licked her lips, her smile turning wicked with the sight of bright white fangs. Vi’s blood stained her mouth scarlet red, trickling down her chin and neck and sliding inside her tank top.
Still with her hold on Caitlyn’s hair, Vi leaned down and captured her lips. The metallic taste of her own blood made her wince, but it didn’t bother her enough to pull away from the soft, velvety wet feeling of Caitlyn’s tongue playing with hers. A moan mingled with their breaths, but Vi wasn’t sure whose it was.
“Give me more.” Caitlyn pleaded between kisses. “Please.”
Vi maneuvered Caitlyn’s head to the other side of her neck, where her tattoo was, but she shook her head. Vi frowned, confused. Caitlyn’s grin only widened, and Vi’s eyebrows shot up her hairline.
“Uh… “ She was sure blushing to high heavens. ”Are you sure? That’s kinda…”
She didn’t want to say nasty , because Vi wasn’t the kind of girl to yuck someone else’s yum (gods knew she’d done way worse). But it wasn’t something she would do herself, and she’d surely never met anyone who was eager to.
Caitlyn’s tongue swiped down her bottom lip, collecting the few remnants of Vi’s blood. “I’ve been smelling it all day, it’s driving me crazy. Please.”
Vi smiled smugly. “Well, pluck a duck, Cupcake. Since you’re asking so nicely…”
She sat back to remove her trousers and underwear. The act had Caitlyn squirming on the bed, yanking the chains still tying her to the frame. Having no layers between them must have set her off, because her eyes turned black with desire, and she was biting her bottom lip roughly enough to leave two symmetrical marks underneath.
“Sit on my face right now or I’ll break these chains and tuck in myself.” She growled.
Vi couldn’t contain a laugh. She crawled over Caitlyn as she slid down on the bed, laying so Vi could sit comfortably over her. Knees bracketing Caitlyn’s head, Vi offered one last wolfish smile before lowering herself onto her mouth.
Her tongue was strangely cold against Vi’s pussy. The warmth dripping down her thighs was a stark contrast with the chilled skin of a walking dead, but the ecstasy of the bite still lingered in her veins, heightening Vi’s pleasure. It felt sinfully good. Caitlyn drank every single drop Vi had to offer, moaning and writhing under her, yanking the chains holding her wrists, making the bedposts crack dangerously with the pressure. Vi had never been eaten out before like someone actually needed her to breathe.
When she looked down, Caitlyn met her gaze. Eyes red, sclera turning black. She looked terrifyingly beautiful as she swiped through Vi’s folds, a thin streak of blood on her tongue. Vi bit her lip, and a sudden need to return the pleasure had her pulling back.
Caitlyn made a noise of protest before she realized Vi’s intentions; turning around and tugging Caitlyn’s pants off her legs, before straddling her face upside down. Raking up Caitlyn’s shirt, Vi allowed herself to enjoy the unfamiliar feeling of cold skin under her fingertips, and placed a few soft kisses on her belly. The gentle touches were making her master’s muscles twitch under her.
“Vi, I can’t reach.” Caitlyn grumbled, pulling again on her chains.
The feeling of having this little power over her master was addictive to Vi. She had bonded herself to Caitlyn so, so long ago, always there to serve. Yes master, no master. Of course, master. Vi didn’t know why it took her so long to realize she could use what she had to balance the scales out.
She was tempted to tease Caitlyn some more, to give her another small taste and pull away, perhaps to move her ass out of her master’s face and put her to the mercy of Vi’s mouth. But Caitlyn could very easily overpower Vi, and she wasn’t about to test her limits tonight.
The feeling of her cunt dripping (whether it was slick or blood, she didn’t know and didn’t really care) was what made the decision for her, and Vi canted her hips to lower herself back down onto Caitlyn’s wanting, open mouth. Containing her moans and failing spectacularly, Vi ducked her head and did the same, nuzzling dark blue coarse hair while she curled her arms around cold, pale thighs.
Vi had always wondered how did sex with creatures like Caitlyn worked. Vi recalls a conversation where her master explained that they needed to feed in order to mimic certain human bodily functions, which explained why Caitlyn was soaking wet under Vi’s tongue. Her cunt was cold, just like the rest of her body, but as Vi lapped and sucked at Caitlyn’s folds, the heat of her own mouth warmed up her core. It was surely a strange experience, but not an unwelcome one.
The muffled whines coming from between Vi’s legs rose in intensity. Caitlyn’s thighs twitched and tensed, threatening to close onto Vi’s ears. There was far away thought somewhere in the back of Vi’s brain, of the possibility of her master crushing her head like a watermelon with her inhuman strength. What a way to go that would be.
A pointed suck on Caitlyn’s clit made Vi’s master cry out into her pussy. Vi’s cheeks pulled into a smile, but the instant sound of chains breaking erased her amusement. She was expecting to get tackled again and sucked dry, but Caitlyn’s arms wrapped under Vi’s thighs, hands reaching over her hips, and she pulled her down, hard enough to yank Vi’s mouth away from Caitlyn’s cunt so she could plunge her tongue inside.
Vi gasped as the wet muscle swirled and pressed at her entrance, using her grip to steer Vi’s hips up, down and around so she could lick and lap anywhere the master pleased, before going back to bob her head and fucking Vi with her tongue.
“Caitlyn!” Vi keened.
The haze of pleasure was clouding her mind, and Caitlyn was now too far from her to return the favor. So instead, Vi braced her weight on one arm and reached to Caitlyn’s pussy with her free hand. Her master’s hips shot upwards with the touch at her clit, chasing the feeling.
Vi continued to bounce into Caitlyn’s tongue, electricity crawling up her spine, pressure building up in her belly. She was close. Panting, she pressed her forehead onto Caitlyn’s belly, keeping up with the frantic rubbing of her sensitive nub. Her thighs tensed up around Caitlyn’s head in warning.
“I’m gonna come.” Vi gasped.
Her master groaned into her, dipping her tongue as far as she could. A thumb pressed to her other entrance, wet with the mix of slick, blood and spit, and it was the slow, gentle circles massaged onto her asshole that made Vi snap in two.
She squeezed her eyes, blinded by hot, white pleasure. The sparks that were buzzing up and down her back since Caitlyn’s bite flickered and shot through every nerve. She came so hard stars exploded behind her eyelids and the room started spinning. She didn’t know how long it took her to come back to herself, but when she did, she was laying face down on the mattress and Caitlyn was kneeling next to her, gently caressing her back.
“Darling?”
Vi opened her eyes. She was still panting lightly, feeling boneless and light as a feather.
“Did you come?” Was the first question rolling off Vi’s tongue.
Caitlyn’s eyes were back to normal. Sapphire blue. Sparkling and kind. She smiled softly, brushing Vi’s bangs off her face with cold fingers.
“I did.”
Vi groaned. “Damn it, I missed it.”
Caitlyn let out an airy laugh, and leaned in to press her lips on Vi’s shoulder. Her thumb caressed the spot on Vi’s neck where her master had sunk her teeth earlier, still tender.
“Are you okay?” She asked softly.
Feeling the energy slowly crawl back into her body, Vi propped herself on her elbows, offering Caitlyn a pleased smile.
“I’m great. That felt amazing.”
Caitlyn hummed. “You know that’s the venom, right?”
Vi sat up, groaning at the soreness creeping into her bones. “I’m aware. But I haven’t come that hard in my entire life.” She leaned in, stealing a kiss from her master’s lips. “I wish we’d done that years ago.”
Caitlyn took a deep breath. Vi would never cease to be amazed at how certain human reflexes never left her body.
“You don’t seem to understand how dangerous this is, Vi.”
Vi cocked her head, She reached up to caress Caitlyn’s cold cheek, and didn’t miss the way her lashes fluttered, how she leaned into the touch.
“And you don’t seem to understand that I don’t care.” Vi replied. “You’re all I have, Caitlyn. I will die a happy woman if it’s in your arms.”
Caitlyn’s eyebrows pinched. She squeezed her eyes, and blood gathered in the corners, before falling down her cheeks. It wasn’t often that Vi saw Caitlyn cry, perhaps because of how much more messy it was for her than any human. It had been an unsettling sight the first time.
Still cupping Caitlyn’s cheek, Vi brushed a thumb over a bloody tear. “Why are you crying?”
Caitlyn opened her eyes. Her hand covered Vi’s, and she turned her face to kiss her palm, smearing blood all over her cheek.
“What am I going to do when you’re not here anymore?” She asked quietly.
“You’re already thinking about my death, Cupcake?” Vi replied, drawing a wistful smile. “I have a few decades left still. Let’s enjoy them while they last.”
Caitlyn’s sapphire blue eyes darted around her face. Vi knew what she wanted to say. That for someone who lives forever, a few decades fly by. But for whatever reason, Caitlyn didn’t protest. Instead, she cupped Vi’s face and brought her close, pressing cold lips to warm ones.