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the door opens to cora’s room and in waltzes sabine, carrying two different plates of treats she snagged from the kitchen. the minute sabine enters the room, cora’s eyes lock onto her– not because of the sound, or the food, or even her presence. it’s the smell of sabine that gets her attention.
her usual aroma of grass and flora is mixed in with the potent smell of copper. cora watches the girl curiously as she stumbles inside the room with a determined look on her face. before she gets up to assist sabine, cora can’t help but take another deep inhale of the scent flooding her senses.
a plate is taken from sabine’s hands and carried over to the desk, ensuring it wont fall or get ruined. sabine follows behind obediently, placing the second plate down as well. as sabine gets closer and the scent gets stronger, cora watches her vision haze over.
“i grabbed them from the kitchen! i’ve been so hungry all day and i don’t know why.” a tense frown forms on sabine’s face as she says it.
“you’re on your period.” cora says it like it should be obvious, picking up a pastry in the process and analyzing it for a moment.
“no, i checked this morning– i wasn’t bleeding.” she protests, but cora shushes her and hands her the pastry all without sparing her a glance.
“i can smell it sabine.” as cora turns to her, sabine’s face flushes a deep shade of red. it’s always been such a lovely color on her. “not a bad thing, love. on the contrary.” cora smiles, fangs slowly revealing themselves in the process.
sabine can’t help but stand still like a deer in headlights. cora walks closer, sabine doesn’t dare move an inch. if she's being honest, this vampire thing is still really new to both of them.
once cora’s closer, sabine stumbles back a few steps, eyes wide and worried. cora hums, eventually stepping into what would be considered sabine’s personal space, backing her against the bed and pressing flush against her.
greedy hands find sabine’s hips to hold her still as she leans down, burying her face in the crook of sabine’s neck. fangs scrape against her skin as she trembles in cora’s hold.
“are you scared of me, sabine?” cora’s voice comes out low and hushed, almost like a whisper.
“no, i–” a quiet whine is let out, “maybe a little.”
sabine closes her eyes for a moment, expecting cora to respond, to be upset. nothing comes. like cora’s expecting her to continue instead.
“i’m just… i’m not used to seeing you like this.” sabine’s hands find their way to cora’s face, guiding her out from hiding so she can look her in the eye. “i’m not scared of you, i’m scared of–”
“what i’ve become?” cora’s right hand cradles sabine’s on her cheek, humming softly and nuzzling into the warmth of her palm. “i understand.”
the way sabine’s looking at her, the way she’s shaking, the way she smells. it gets to cora’s head faster than she realizes. with a rough little shove, sabine’s back hits the bed. she scrambles to sit up on her elbows and look at cora with a tense frown.
cora slots herself between sabine’s legs holding them open as sabine wiggles beneath her. “sabine, my angel.” scooting her back a little further allows cora to crawl onto the bed with her, hover overtop and cast her gaze down. “you smell divine.”
“but you said–”
“i know what i said.” cora doesn’t mean to but she says it with a slight hiss, lulling sabine into a silence. hands push underneath the dress sabine’s wearing, nails scraping roughly against her sides. “all i said was that i could smell you.”
the way sabine’s face contorts at the feeling makes cora’s head reel, eager to see more from her. it’s not like they’ve never done this before– when cora was still human they fooled around in the church when no one was there. occasionally, cora was even allowed the privilege of touching sabine in her very own bedroom. cora’s no longer human, yet sabine still retains her innocence. albeit, much more tainted than before.
a knee settles between sabine’s legs with a moan falling from cora’s lips, hiking up her dress and presenting her with the damp fabric covering where she needs to be. kisses begin at sabine’s jaw where cora takes her time also leaving hickeys and soft teasing bites. each time her fangs press particularly hard, she feels sabine buck her hips beneath her, but never grinds.
as cora’s kisses descend lower, she rides sabine’s dress up further. hands grabbing at each newly exposed inch of her body with uncoordinated need. the next noise sabine makes is quieter than the last, a whimper as cora’s hands get a little too rough.
cora lifts her dress up and over, tossing it elsewhere in the room. her gaze casts down to where her knee is pressed firmly against sabine. it’s now been painted lightly with a deep crimson that makes cora’s head spin. breathing gets deeper, shakier, hips begin to roll against nothing involuntarily, and her eyes shut. sabine smells so much better this close up, this exposed.
her kisses begin once more, accompanied by bites that are much meaner than the last. eliciting quiet whimpers with each bite. daring to break skin once or twice.
it’s been two weeks since cora last fed, the blood between sabines legs is making her feel more than a little lightheaded. eager to drink, eager to consume. cora’s fangs drag along the pale skin of her lover; rough, leaving faint scratches in their wake. as she gravitates higher, fangs sink into the base of her throat. piercing her skin with little resistance.
sabine’s hands immediately find cora’s arms, squeezing tightly to brace herself. she goes to say something, to protest, but it dies on her tongue. her grip gets a little tighter as cora sucks, a weak moan falling from her lips in unison with a moan from cora. sabine still isn’t used to being bitten– to being someone’s food source.
cora doesn’t stay there long, pulling back to gently lick at the wound. she soothes it over with each drag of her tongue before sitting to straddle sabine’s thighs. cora takes this opportunity to look at her knee again.
“did you not know you started? you bled through.” eyes quickly glance between sabine’s legs as she speaks, feeling the drumming in her ears get louder. clouding her head and silencing any thought that isn’t about consuming the girl beneath her. “it’s dangerous for you to be roaming the halls here unaware of such a thing, sabine. such easy access to the source of it and the smell– you’ll drive someone mad.” cora hasn't been able to get over the way she smells, inhaling again and letting her body relax around it. “so many vampires who would tear you apart without even sparing you a thoughtful glance, amore mio. let us be more careful, hm?”
“i’m sorry–” as sabine apologizes, she looks upset. not upset by cora, but upset for disappointing her.
“you have nothing to apologize for, my sweet.” hands cradle sabines face, pulling her in for a quick kiss. “i just want to make sure you’re safe, make sure you’re more careful.” her nose brushes against sabine’s cheek, “a little human like you would be utterly defenseless.”
sabine nods eagerly, showing cora she understands. another apology is about to fall from her lips but cora stops her with a kiss. sabine reciprocates that kiss eagerly, arms wrapping around cora and pulling her close. cora’s hands settle at sabine’s hips with a gentle pressure that leaves sabine moaning in her mouth.
“can i–” cora can’t even get herself to ask, to form the words properly. her overwhelming want for sabine is making her borderline nauseous. “please, sabine–”
“you can do anything to me, cora, you know that.” with permission granted, cora wastes no time moving off of her and settling between her legs again.
first, her hand dips beneath sabine’s waistband. the feeling is considerably different than usual. slicker, smells more coppery, coating cora’s fingers completely. a few small teasing strokes against her clit are more than enough to pull a series of pathetic whimpers from the blonde.
although her heart is no longer beating, she almost swears she can hear it pounding in her ears and flooding her senses, making the edges of her vision turn white. her fingers find a rhythm and stay with that rhythm, drinking in every quiet sound sabine makes. when cora’s vision clears back up and she looks down at sabine, she notices her eyes are shut and hands raised atop her head, ready for cora to pin her down.
cora’s free hand eagerly wraps around her wrists, applying pressure to keep her in place. “such an obedient little pup, aren’t you, sweetheart?” fingers move faster to keep sabine from answering her without stuttering, she already knows the answer. sabine’s always been terribly easy.
“i– mmm–” sabine’s hips buck desperately, impatiently waiting for more. “please.”
“please what?” the tip of cora’s middle finger draws teasing circles against her entrance, waiting for her to ask. she can feel sabine clench around nothing, almost cute enough to make cora give in now.
“cora–” sabine’s voice comes in a hushed whisper, whimpering softly.
“take your time. use your words, angel.” as she waits for sabine to build the courage, her hand withdraws from her underwear. cora takes a minute to appreciate the sight of her hand. messy with blood and slick, her smell so close and so intoxicating it makes her head spin.
cora’s gaze tips down to sabine, that soft smile she always gets when looking at her reappears for the first time since sabine walked through the door. the blonde can’t help but blush, looking away from cora nervously. pulling back the hand pinning sabine down, cora grabs her by the jaw forcing her to look at her as she slips her fingers into her mouth.
the taste of sabine against her tongue draws a moan from cora that sabine’s never heard before. guttural, animalistic, almost like she’s growling. sabine wants to look away, the sight making her squirm underneath cora. when her fingers are clean, cora pulls them out with a dramatic pop.
her eyes are cloudy and gaze charged. the way she’s looking at sabine is that of a predator to it’s prey. she no longer has the patience to wait for sabine to vocalize her desires.
“darling,” finally cora moves to lay on her stomach, hands pushing against sabine’s thighs to spread them further. “be sure to remember this favor i’m doing you, be grateful. i won’t give in to you this easily next time.”
blood stains the pretty white fabric of her underwear. it hasn’t quite seeped into the sheets yet. cora stares for a moment longer before she moves closer, pressing her tongue flat against that red stain causing sabine to involuntarily grind against her, and having three tastes at once flood cora’s senses. sabine’s blood, sabine’s slick, and unfortunately the cotton fabric.
“cora, should we– should we put down a towel?” except sabine’s question goes unanswered– or maybe it gets answered in the way cora hooks her fingers underneath the waistband of her underwear.
a gentle tug and sabine raises her hips obediently, letting cora take them off rather quickly. sabine lays in front of cora, naked and exposed. cora hovers above her, dressed and eager. “are you–” sabine begins, but is quickly brought to a pause as she feels the tip of cora’s nose nudge against her clit.
they moan in almost perfect harmony, sabine at the friction and cora from finally having the source of her need in front of her. cora’s tongue licks a healthy strip along sabine’s center, letting another moan fall as she laps up everything she can.
the taste, the scent, the noises all coming from sabine are too much. it’s almost giving her a headache. with heavy breaths, cora finds herself feeling overwhelmed with it all.
hands wrap around sabine’s thighs to pull her closer, bury herself further in her lover's ecstasy. cora licks and sucks, feeling every single time sabine’s hips twitch or stutter or– cora bites. not hard, but enough to make sabine squeak in surprise.
her hands find and tangle themselves in cora’s hair, holding her close, forcing her to stay between her legs. cora moves her focus lower, tongue licking over her entrance but never pushing further in. the desperate whines from sabine could keep cora in this position all day. lapping lazily at her entrance until shes in tears because she needs release– another time.
the smell– the taste here is better. the tip of her tongue hesitantly pushes inside, nails digging into the soft flesh of sabine’s thighs making her cry out in both pain and pleasure. one of her own hands moves to rest atop one of cora’s. not telling her to stop, but to keep going.
cora’s tongue pushes in further and her entire body shivers as a result. she wants more of sabine, she needs more.
it’s not the first time they’ve done this together but sabine still isn’t quite used to the feeling. the hand still in her hair grips tighter, pulling rather roughly. sabine’s head tilts back and she finally lets her back hit the mattress.
sabine clenches, pushing more blood against cora’s tongue. she chases the taste, curling her tongue and dragging it against sabine. she lets out a low moan, a hand coming up to cover her mouth. cora redirects, pulling back to kiss her way to her clit. wrapping her lips around her and sucking with determination.
sabine’s back arches off the bed, knees bend, and toes curl. she groans, “oh, my g–” cora doesn’t let sabine finish that sentence by digging her nails deeper into her skin. she takes a moment to come up from between her legs, blood smeared across her mouth and chin– a little on her nose and cheeks and eyes darker than sabine’s ever seen before.
“sabine,” a warning. they’ve talked about this before; god has no place in their bedroom.
“i’m sorry, i know… i’m sorry, cora, please–” sabine already misses the contact, misses the stimulation her mouth provided. “please, i’ll– please. i’m sorry. keep going, please,” she whines.
“hush, you’re alright,” cora can’t help but soften at the sight before her; an absolute mess, begging for what she wants. sabine, so desperate to be touched she’d do just about anything. “you’re going to get your release, i promise.”
sabine nods eagerly, expectantly. hips buck and rock at nothing, cora takes a minute to appreciate the show she puts on. she leans forward, hovering her lips over sabine’s, testing the waters before closing the distance.
at first sabine recoils, the taste of blood the most prominent in cora’s mouth. it’s unfamiliar but she settles into it, cradling cora’s face to keep her close. a hand moves back between sabine’s legs, fingers teasing lightly to pull a few soft whines from the blonde.
a finger eventually slips in and sabine wraps her arms around cora’s neck, pulling her closer than before and almost knocking her over in the process. cora stabilizes herself before beginning to move. she knows sabine wants another– wants more.
cora sets a steady rhythm, moving in and out. watching sabine squirm underneath her, panting and moaning. cora notices the way her own breathing picks back up from just watching the rather pathetic display.
another finger slips in, sabine’s head tilts back, hitting against the headboard with a rather loud thud. yet she doesn’t complain, her noises never falter and her hips continue to rock with cora’s fingers.
lips wrap around her clit once more, moaning against her before giving sabine a sharp suck. her breath hitches and fingers tangle themselves back into pretty red curls. “please please please–” cora’s tongue swirls, sabine’s hips buck, cora’s fingers set a relentless pace.
sabine clenches around her again and cora deems this a lovely time to curl her fingers. “cora–” with sabine rather preoccupied, she takes a moment to feel around and locate her sweet spot. as fingers brush against it on accident, sabine pulls tighter, mouth hanging agape.
fingers curl again, making sure to brush against that same spot as they do so. “mm, fuck, cora–” sabine never swears, not even at her most worked up. “mommy, please.”
the minute the word registers with cora, a determination hits her. she keeps her rhythm steady and her mouth focused. sabine is so close she can feel it. clenching and twitching, her entire body beginning to tremble as her back arches off the bed.
cora pulls back to press kisses against her thigh, fangs revealing themselves once more. “you can do it. come for me, pretty girl.” the moment she finishes her sentence, fangs pierce through the tender flesh of sabine’s thigh.
a choked out sob is all sabine manages as her thighs shake and her grip in cora’s hair tightens. with cora drinking from her thigh, it doesn’t take long before sabine’s body can’t take it anymore. pressure building up and up and up, until her body falls limp against the mattress. chest rises and falls as a messy mix of blood and cum drip from between her legs.
fingers withdraw and cora manages to pull herself away from sabine’s thigh for long enough to lap up what spilled. her hand settles against sabine’s unattended to thigh, smearing blood against her as cora works. she licks at sabine like its been months since she’s last eaten, making sabine desperately try to pull away. “please– i’m–”
“sensitive?” as cora finally moves from her spot, she rests her chin against sabine’s stomach, sure to leave more blood. at this rate when they’re finished it’s going to look like a murder scene.
a smile spreads across cora’s face, eyes sparkling like she isn’t finished. “can you take another?” or maybe four more? “you taste–” a couple of kisses are peppered against sabines stomach. “so good.” once again fangs sink into skin, this time her stomach.
sabine winces, hands tugging at cora’s hair to pull her up. “give me a minute, please?” cora detaches, expression softening.
“i would wait all day for you, sabine.” another peppering of kisses elicit a quiet giggling from the girl. “let me know when you’re ready.”