“Such a pretty girl,” Storm murmured as Tabitha got comfortable in her lap.
“Thank you,” Tabitha whispered.
Storm kissed her right on the lips, teasing her tongue, and Tabitha kissed her back eagerly. Storm was incredible: sexy, beautiful, compassionate.
Storm knew exactly how to touch Tabitha in a way that made her feel incredibly alive...
Incredibly powerful.
As they kissed, Storm’s hands moved across Tabitha’s body. Tabitha was wearing a skirt and a t-shirt, and Storm’s hands slid up the shirt and over Tabitha’s breasts. Tabitha moaned, biting her lip, wiggling a little. Storm only chuckled.
“Are you ready for me, little human?”
“Yes.”
Storm was the only person who had ever called Tabitha a “little human.”
The first time she’d said it, it had been incredibly unexpected, and it wasn’t until later that Tabitha realized Storm was a vampire. The two of them had become friends, and now that Tabitha lived in Storm’s spare room, they were lovers, too.
Oh, they weren’t in love. They just liked to play together. Storm was as polyamorous as they came, and she didn’t want the commitment of only being with one person. Tabitha wasn’t sure what her personal beliefs were on monogamy, but she knew that these moments with Storm were the only reason she still felt alive.
Storm licked Tabitha’s neck, sliding her tongue over her skin gently. Tabitha groaned as Storm raked her sharp teeth over her skin, teasing her before they pierced her neck.
“That’s a good girl,” Storm murmured, and then she bit down. Tabitha cried out at the sensation. It hurt a little bit. It always did at first. Soon the pleasure came, though. Tabitha closed her eyes as Storm drank from her, and Storm’s hands continued to move over her body.
Soon Storm was reaching between Tabitha’s legs, stroking her softly, bringing her to the edge of orgasm.
“Please,” Tabitha whispered.
She was close.
She was so, so close.
Storm always did this to her. She teased her, taunting her softly. She liked to have her waver on the edge of orgasm for a little while before she pushed her all the way over. It was like a game for her. It was a sort of wild thing that she did.
When Tabitha asked her about it, Storm called it edging, and she said it made Tabitha’s blood taste even sweeter than it normally did.
“I think that it’s just the magic,” Tabitha has whispered to her.
“Sweetie, I can taste that, too.”
Now, as Storm played with her, Tabitha wiggled more and more. Storm sucked a little harder, taking a little more blood, but she was still in control. She was always in control. Tabitha never had to be scared or worried that Storm might take more than she intended to.
Unlike younger, fresher vampires, Storm was experienced, and she knew exactly the right amount to take.
Soon, she stroked Tabitha faster.
“Yes!”
Tabitha’s eyes were closed as she focused on blocking out everything except this moment.
She didn’t think about stealing the map.
She didn’t think about finding the witch.
She didn’t think about anything except accepting the pleasure that Storm was offering to her.
When she came, she cried out, and Storm pulled her teeth out of Tabitha’s neck at the same time. She pressed her lips to Tabitha’s, kissing her, and their tongues swirled around each other in a beautiful dance. Tabitha could taste her own blood on Storm’s tongue, but she didn’t care.