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She let Vivienne prepare the pipe for
her, hesitating before taking her first tentative inhale. The shadiil watched
her, a mischievous feline smile on her lovely face. With one last glance at the
other kin-born offering themselves to the fangs of their kin-bitten brethren,
Rhiannon sighed.
This is a mistake, muttered a voice in the back of her
head. Shutting her eyes, she ignored it, and took a long, uncertain draw from
the pipe.
The opium tasted almost as bad as it
smelled. She wrinkled her nose as the distinctive flavor of burning, rotten
blossoms filled her nose and mouth, holding the foul smoke for several long
seconds before exhaling, her face screwed up in disgust.
Vivienne laughed softly.
"Yes, I am told we experience
its aromas much more strongly than humans do," she murmured. Her hand
drifted lazily along the back of Rhiannon's arm. "You will become
accustomed to it."
"Of course," Rhiannon
croaked. Her eyes watered. She gave her companion a dubious sideways glance,
and Vivienne took the pipe from her fingers and held it up to her lips for her,
offering it as though she, the kin-bitten, were the doting servant. Rhiannon
swallowed back the petulant gorge rising in her throat, and took a second long
draw, slower this time.
The smoke rolled over her tongue like
a warm, silky fog. She held her breath, and then Vivienne leaned into her for another
kiss, gently adoring, playfully prodding her mouth open with a mischievous pink
tongue. Silver tendrils of fragrant vapor drifted between their lips.
Rhiannon broke the embrace as the
first mellow, seductive sensations stirred to life in her. Like fluid heat it
warmed her neck and shoulders, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Hei," she mumbled softly in German, quietly surprised.
"It's...strong."
"Mm-hmm," Vivienne agreed.
Her purr became louder as she reclined beside the vampire, stretching out
languidly on the cushions. "It has to be, even for the kin-born to be
touched by it. Comment vous sentez-vous? How
does it feel, my lovely?"
Rhiannon shut her eyes. A subtle yet
startling sensation of weightlessness spread through her body. Her blood warmed
up and a smoldering arousal tingled beneath her flesh.
When she opened her eyes the world
came into sharp, stimulating focus: the lazy ribbons of shimmering smoke,
winding around them like ghosts, captivated her.
"Hei," she repeated, more urgently this time. "What the hell is this?"
Vivienne
giggled, a peal of silver laughter. Rhiannon turned to face her and the shadiil
pulled her close for another, deeper embrace. As their lips parted, Vivienne met
her eyes, mesmerizing Rhiannon with vibrant green light.
"Do you
know I can see my reflection in your eyes?" the shadiil whispered. In the
grips of the drug, each word felt like tickling lace in her ear, and she found
herself hungry to kiss those lips even more. Her four fangs were sharp with
desire.
"So?"
she murmured, leaning closer to brush her cheek along the soft velvet of
Vivienne's dark skin.
"So," Vivienne whispered in a sweet, licorice voice.
"Demons are not meant to have reflections, ma chérie...and our eyes do not offer them to others."
Rhiannon had stopped listening. Her
senses were awash in heat: every breath, full of Vivienne's delicious perfume; every
brush of ebony flesh sent a deep, thrilling excitement through her body. She
ran her tongue along the shadow-walker's neck, tasting the sweetness of her
skin as the heated stir of the jugular vein—demons might be undead, but their
veins still flowed by some unnatural animation—kindled a ravenous, lustful
hunger in her brain.
With willful abandon, Rhiannon
surrendered.
Vivienne danced her fingertips across
the clasps of Rhiannon's cloak.
Rhiannon struggled to help her strip
it off, fumbling with the fabric even as she fought to keep kissing the dark,
velvet throat. It stifled her all the sudden: she burned with fever. After the
cape came the bodice, and the shadow-walker deftly unlaced it with a devilish
grin. She slipped out of Rhiannon's tangled embrace and gently pushed the
vampire down to the pillows, kissing her, whispering to her in delicate French
as her hands stole to the laces of the hunter's leggings.
Rhiannon moaned, eager to kiss and
taste. Vivienne's lips traced a line from her neck to her smooth, naked
breasts. The pleasure intensified suddenly as soft tongue found pert, flush
nipples, tickling them playfully before the shadow-walker ducked down even farther.
She slowly slid the rich brown leather down Rhiannon's long legs.
It brought a strange, childish giggle
bubbling up through the vampire's whole body. The rasp of the leggings tickled,
teased, and sent little fluttering sparks dancing along the surface of her
skin. Rhiannon arched her back as rolling bliss shivered under frisky delight,
every sensation on her flesh magnified and intensified.
Vivienne's fingertips tickled their
way down the backs of Rhiannon's thighs, a hundred little wings of grey moths
fluttering up to her and making her squirm. Her smooth, naked sex, long
celibate of lustful attentions, thrilled at the nearness of the shadiil's dark,
sweet mouth and sharp little teeth.
"Are you feeling much better
now, my sweet little tigress?" Vivienne murmured, nuzzling softly at the
tender, alabaster mound. The lyrical flow of sweet French wound prettily with
the tranquil smoke around them, music to Rhiannon's ears.
Rhiannon propped herself on her
elbows, gazing drunkenly down at Vivienne. The sight of her own vulnerable
nakedness startled her. The whole vision...so impossibly surreal.
She nodded with slow, breathless
delight, the tip of her tongue running over her pert fangs. Reaching out, she
combed her fingers through Vivienne's dark hair.
"Marvelous"
Vivienne breathed. She sunk between Rhiannon's thighs, nuzzling the bare, pale
mons, adoring the warm, dewy cleft. She inhaled and purred, "You smell délicieux, my darling...like fire and
wine...so perfect."
Rhiannon rolled
her head back, and a strangled gasp escaped her as teeth pierced her skin.
Exquisite daggers shot a rush of anguish through her tender pussy. The pain
quickly became an outpouring of bliss, as Vivienne drank from her flesh,
drawing on the sweetly poisoned liquor of her blood.
Teeth, lips,
tongue. Smooth, rolling waves of euphoria, making her body tremble and quiver
as the shadiil alternated her attentions, lapping at the wound, then sucking,
murmuring at the taste of Rhiannon's mingled flavors. She found the precious
pink bud at the apex of Rhiannon's cunt and took it into her mouth, moaning as
she savored it, rolling it under the tip of her tongue.
"Gott!" the vampire gasped, hardly
realizing she had switched to her native tongue. Old, familiar sensations
bloomed deep in her loins, feelings she hadn't known for years.
Heavenly.
She raised her
head, taking Vivienne by the hair and locking her gaze on the shadiil's shining
eyes. Already they pooled into deep black orbs, as Rhiannon's own must be,
devoid of light or color except the scintillating reflections of smoldering
lamps all around them.
"Was hast du mit mir gemacht?"
"In English,
please?" Vivienne giggled, nuzzling Rhiannon's hands as she slid herself
up the vampire's body, settling on top of her to kiss her pretty mouth. "I
do not understand drunken Austrian, silly."
"What have
you done to me?" Rhiannon murmured.
"I told
you," the shadiil whispered. "I have set you free."
Straddling
Rhiannon's hips, she straightened and stripped her flowing white pirate's
blouse over her head. Rhiannon sat up to cradle the shadow-walker in her lap,
slipping her hands around Vivienne's waist, nuzzling her face to soft, dark
breasts.
The scent of
the wild, wicked demon grew delectably intense. Rhiannon inhaled, panting
against flawless skin, tasting, breathing, relishing
her companion's sweet, sensual musk. The beautiful creature, velvet all over.
Tracing her tongue in teasing lines across small nipples, Rhiannon won a soft
chuckle from the shadiil, and she lingered to suck hungrily at stiff, excited
buds, nibble at them like candies.
"Like a
wild animal," Rhiannon marveled, resuming her attentive nuzzling, switching
positions so she claimed the top. She leaned Vivienne back over the cushions as
she tenderly explored. "Like a black panther...oh, you're so beautiful."
"Ooh, kin-born," Vivienne purred.
The slow-dawning effects of the opium-laced blood appeared to be catching up to
her: her words were deep and heavy. "You are different from the others! Everything
about you is different!"
She dragged her
tongue along Rhiannon's throat, moaning with delight.
"You...you are something very, very special, indeed."
In the flickering
light of the lamps, the dancing shadow, they kissed and fondled, trading
whispers of hushed, furtive flirtation. Vivienne languidly slipped out of her
leathers, leaving both of them gloriously naked in each other's arms, and they
searched one another with tongues and palms, inhaling the strong scent of
pheromones under the meandering sweetness of sweat and liquors and other,
dirtier delights. Rhiannon's hand drifted down to touch Vivienne's glorious
soft folds, stroking dark, delicate labia sweet as satin. Vivienne gave a soft
gasp. When Rhiannon slid her middle finger into the shadow-walker's wet, ready
cunt, she writhed and moaned.
Without
warning, then, Vivienne disappeared from under Rhiannon's embrace. She slipped
through the shadows behind Rhiannon and wrapped her arms around broad shoulders,
pressing naked breasts to Rhiannon's back, twining her hands around Rhiannon's
belly as she nuzzled and gently tongued the line of her neck.
"I want
more," she whispered harshly. Her fingers caressed Rhiannon's breasts,
tracing her thumbs in circles around stiffened nipples, arousing giddy delight
with her gentle touch. Her fangs sunk into Rhiannon's throat, piercing the hot
vein beneath, racing with excitement.
Rhiannon
arched, and a gasp escaped her. It felt nothing like the ruthless stab of
Sölva's bite: the shadiil's teeth cut in with pure, silver ecstasy, coursing
pleasure riding sharp, sweet, possessive pain. It drove her nearly to climax.
Bringing up one hand she seized Vivienne by the hair, pulling her closer to the
wound.
Vivienne's soft
lips nursed at her neck, spreading urgent desire through every nerve. Clever
feline hands stole across Rhiannon's body, holding her close in embrace as the
shadow-walker drank.
"Si belle," the shadiil groaned,
breath cool on Rhiannon's skin. "Si
belle, you are so beautiful, my sweet girl...you taste so incredible...so perfect."
"Vivienne,"
Rhiannon choked. "Mein Gott, I...it's
been...so long..."
They shared a
moan; Rhiannon's free hand slipped over Vivienne's, squeezing. She tilted her
head to bury her face in the dark curtain of sweet-smelling hair.
"I can't
stand it," she whispered, running her fingers through silky mane, feeling
a thousand tiny gossamer strands slip sensuously along her fingertips.
"Shadiil...I have to taste
you..."
Vivienne
giggled but offered no reply. She seemed utterly lost
in the euphoria, purring loudly against Rhiannon's skin.
"I...have to..."
Seizing
Vivienne's hands, Rhiannon pulled her to the floor, rolling to pin her with
preternatural speed. She kissed the feline hungrily, ravenously. Her tongue
danced with Vivienne's, licking her own blood from dark, sweet lips, tracing
two fangs with hurried need. The smooth satin of dark, lissome flesh sent
sparks racing up and down Rhiannon's body. Her undead heart now raced, thumping
to life from the sheer arousal scorching through her veins. Her hand returned
to Vivienne's smooth, wet cunt; her lips fell upon the shadow-walker's throat.
She breathed deeply, savoring the heady scent of bitter, frantic desire.
Muttering in
senseless, stammered German, she slid two fingers into the warm, welcoming
sheath of Vivienne's pussy. When the beautiful creature moaned beneath her, she
could not hold herself back: she plunged her fangs deep into the other demon's neck.
"Oh!" Vivienne exclaimed. It came as
a mixture of joy and pain. Her hands gripped Rhiannon's shoulders and she
writhed, shifting, twisting, begging
for more.
The sweet taste
of deep woods, rich earth, and a sinful darkness filled Rhiannon's mouth. She
drank deeply, gluttonous and possessed; her slender fingers stroked eagerly at
Vivienne's hot cunt, caressing wet, silky lips, thrusting fervently as the
shadow-walker undulated beneath her.
"Fuck," she hissed, nuzzling Vivienne's
throat. "Going to make you come, pussycat...make you come...so...hard—"
Her blood...so good...
So sweet...
"Non, non, Rhiannon," she heard the
other demon warn her in a panic. "Non,
you must stop—you must stop, ma chérie—please!"
I'm going to—going to—
She lost
Vivienne's voice in the haze of rapture. The demon blood filled her with
irresistible passion; fire raced through her veins, sparking and popping under
her skin, setting her ablaze. As she drank, as they fucked, her climax overtook
her, following the quick, elusive height of Vivienne's racing excitement.
Finally she
could not keep herself steady any longer. She released the shadiil from her
fangs, burying her face in the glorious waves of black hair. Vivienne's cries
of passion were joined by her own, a shockwave of ecstasy filling her body with
bright, exultant joy.
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