Alex's eyes bulge wide, shocked and slightly excited by what she just heard from the mistress. Her hot breath now fanning close to her face, she gulps, still looking at her feet, her breaths now coming in heavier in anticipation. The feeling of how close her face is to hers, her subtle lavender scent mixed with a tinge of wine filling her nostrils, is driving her insane. Every hair on her skin standing up pin straight, but her legs threaten to betray her any second from now.
Why is she not moving any closer? Did she change her mind? Why is she frozen in place?
She slowly looks up and immediately their eyes meet, a sly smirk forms on her face, but before she could react, she smashes her lips to hers, the force taking Alex back a step but her hand shoots towards her neck, grabbing it and softly choking her as she pulls her in more towards her. The feeling of her soft, tender lips pressing on hers makes her mind go blank, her eyes shut tightly simply because she could not think at the moment, the only thought filling her head up was how good it felt kissing her. Gaining false courage, she pushes her lips against hers, kissing her back ever so softly; this is a mistake she comes to regret later. She moans against her lips, and she immediately feels a sharp sting on her lower lip, and she gasps, hissing from the pain. Before she could figure out what just happened, she feels her tongue invading her mouth. She moans softly, the feeling of their tongues coming into contact robbing her of the remaining sanity she had left. The taste of wine in her saliva making the kiss even more intoxicating than it should have been, her tongue clearly having won the dominance battle that was initially nonexistent.
Her breathing starts coming in short as the grip she has on her neck starts getting tighter, struggling to keep holding her breath in an attempt to not come off as weak with the fear of being an amateur kisser gnawing at the back of her mind. Feeling her consciousness slowly drift away the harder she squeezed on her neck, the feeling of her sharp nails digging into the sides of her neck being the only sign that she was still there. She could eat her lips off her face, and she would gladly let her. The sudden relief of being able to breathe as the pressure on her neck is released, followed by the cold air hitting her face, from where her face was felt disappointing. Despite almost losing consciousness, she did not want it to end. The burning ache in her groin, the aftermath of the short-lived pleasure, reminding her how good it felt kissing her. Alex's eyes meeting hers and slowly gliding down to her lovely breasts, loving the up-and-down motion they made with every deep breath she took. She trails her eyes back to her face only to be taken aback by the angry expression on her face, her eyes staring daggers at her.
What went wrong? What did I do this time? I thought we just had an amazing moment, was it just me? Was I not a good enough kisser? Could she tell that it was my first kiss?
Her thoughts get cut off by noticing her taking a deep breath, as if sniffing the air, only for her eyes to shoot down towards Alex's legs, making her press her legs tighter, forced to feel how squishy and sticky her inner part of her thighs have become. The mistress curses under her breath and turns her back towards her, now facing the woman who was lying on the bed the whole time.
Did she see us kiss? Did she watch us this entire time? Fuck, that's embarrassing.
Feeling her face burn up with the thought of someone else watching them.
Enjoying the view of her lean back as she trails her eyes to her tiny snatched waist that accentuated the roundness of her hips and bottom, the feeling of sadness washing over her since she could not see her face and her entrancing boobs, her pink hard nipples always doing things to her that she could not start to explain.
I wonder how it would feel sucking on them, biting them, licking them... I wonder how it would make her feel.
She bends over slightly, her hands now digging into the woman's thighs, and she roughly and ever so easily pulls the woman towards her, in the process holding her thighs wide apart in front of her. The roughness of what just happened making Alex gulp and squeeze her thighs tighter, if that was even possible. She leans over and grabs the white pillow, the woman seemingly getting the signal as she lifts her hips and waist, the pillow sliding right below her hips. With the woman's hips now elevated, the mistress digs her nails into her thighs as she spreads them apart, almost making the legs stay at a 180-degree angle, her folds being spread out as a result. The woman's hard breathing and soft moans immediately fill up the room as the mistress dives into her folds. The sloppy sounds of her tongue lapping ever so hungrily over the woman's wet folds getting louder by the second. Alex couldn't get a clear view of the action, which slightly frustrated her since all she could see was her head buried in between her legs, but by the looks of how the woman was reacting and how loud her moans were getting were proof enough of how good what the mistress was doing to her felt. A sharp pang of jealousy gnawing deep in her stomach hits hard the more she watches, wanting to look away from what was going on in front of her but being unable to with how intoxicating it was seeing her take what she deemed hers.
It should've been me.
The woman's hips buck as she starts grinding against the mistress's face, making her hand come down to her waist, holding the woman down in place as she buries her face deeper into her womanhood. Her moans get louder and her breathing ragged as the woman's hands fist on the sheets as she arches her back, her legs slightly shaking as her orgasm hits. The mistress leans back from the woman, far enough that it gives Alex a side view of her face, licking her lips with a disappointed look on her face.
"Is that all it takes for you? Pathetic!" She remarks, her voice almost sounding like an angry growl, making the woman whimper as she tries to apologize to her, but to no avail.
"I'm sorry, mistress, please... please spare my life... I'll do better next time, please," the woman begs frantically, fear very evident in her eyes and her shaky voice.
What does she mean'spare her life'? The mistress wouldn't do anything to hurt her; it's all for pleasure's sake anyway… Why is she overreacting? Or is she truly scared for her life? I doubt…
"Sit up. Stop wasting my time." The mistress's voice shuts the woman up as she complies, slowly lifting her upper body from the bed and trying to hide the fact that she was shaking. Now directly facing the mistress, her torso being slightly shorter despite her being seated on the pillow, the woman looks up towards the mistress's face, her eyes pleading with tears threatening to spill at any moment. The mistress grabs a hold of her face, her nails digging into her chubby cheeks as she leans down towards her face, her lips turning into a smirk that spreads out slowly into a menacing grin. She sticks out her tongue and moves her thumb that was digging into the woman's left cheek aside, licking her cheek ever so slowly, leaving a trail of saliva dripping from her cheek. Alex watches in anticipation and uncertainty of what is about to happen, her eyes refusing to look away. The woman whimpers as the mistress's tongue glides on her exposed neck, which makes her grin even wider this time, her mouth slightly open as her tongue glides over her upper set of teeth. In the blink of an eye, her canines seem to elongate into two long, sharp fang-like teeth, and before Alex could blink again, the mistress takes a bite of the woman's neck, the fangs digging into her exposed flesh.
What did I just witness? What is she doing to the woman? Why did her canines grow? WHAT IS SHE?
Fear grips every fiber of her being as she watches the woman's skin gradually turn pale as her body slowly loses its strength, the mistress's small Adam's apple bob up and down. Alex's whole body starts screaming for her to run—run far away from this place. Her left leg moves automatically as she feels herself step back but stops in her tracks as the mistress's eyes shoot at her from the side, her pupils now glowing bright red, glaring at her as if telling her not to move another inch from where she was. Her hold on the woman loosens up as she pulls her face up with her eyes never leaving hers, the bloodstained fangs sliding out of the woman's neck, leaving a trail of red sliding down from the two puncture wounds on her neck. The mistress lets the seemingly lifeless body of the poor woman fall on the bed, turning around fully to face her, but she doesn't wait to see what will happen next as she turns around, cursing as her heavy legs refuse to move as fast as she wanted them to, attempting to run away from the scene.
I'm next…run…
Before Alex could get halfway through the hall, she heard a gush of what felt like wind go right past her, knocking her off balance. Before she could regain her composure, a familiar tall, naked figure stood before her with a smirk on her face, her red-haired bob framing her face ever so perfectly with one side delicately tucked behind her left ear. She immediately feels a sharp sting on her neck, her hand shooting towards the source of the pain, confusion all over her face, but before her brain can keep up with the events of what just happened, she loses control of her body, and it all goes dark.