Nocturnal Craving

Two vampires had already spilled blood tonight. Now their own hunger turned inward. Candee Licious pressed Angelika Grays against the cold marble, blonde hair spilling over pale shoulders, small breasts brushing bare skin. Neither spoke. Angelika slid a hand between Candee’s thighs, found her wet, and grinned with blood-red lips. She dropped to her knees, tongue flicking quick and sharp, teasing every fold. Candee’s breath caught; she grabbed fistfuls of Angelika’s hair and rode that mouth until her legs shook. Then she pulled Angelika up, pushed her onto the velvet chaise, and straddled her. Their cunts met, slick and hot, and they began to grind—slow, deliberate strokes that made both of them moan. Hips rolled, clits slid, small tits bounced in rhythm. Sweat mixed with traces of someone else’s blood. Angelika arched, gasped, came first, but Candee kept moving, chasing her own edge, until she broke and collapsed across the other woman’s chest. Their hearts, long stilled, beat hard against each other for the first time in centuries.