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“What do you mean, cancelled?”
Golden and emerald eyes narrow at the shrinking new manager, a timid Eldite whose flushed expression even spreads to her ears. They seem to even droop under the pressure of Honey B. Lovely’s piercing stare. Despite their height difference, she’s more akin to an insect just about to get burned alive from her blazing lamp. Maybe it's the way she hunches over, similar to a prey animal backed into a corner. Maybe it’s her dark office clothes hiding her silhouette. Either way, she’s still part of Vamp’s staff.
“Th– the match you’ve had with Mistress Vamp Fatale was incredibly well received, please believe me! But there have been a number of fans sincerely pleading for you to rest after such harsh treatment, some have even threatened our office if you were to receive injuries leading to your graduation as a songstress.”
“I’m perfectly fine!” Honey spreads her arms in almost a flourish, bidding the employee inspect her for any surface damage. She winces as a muscle in her neck aches at the motion, maybe fatigued or even torn. Clearing her throat, she argues, “Injured or not, it’s unfair to the other fans for my appearance to be taken off just because of something I’ve already been doing!”
“That was with the usage of feral souls, Miss Honey,” The Eldite waves her hands with palms down to soothe the idol, her glasses slipping down the bridge of her nose as another lock of hair falls loose from her messy ponytail. “It is much easier to be injured as you are now. But please, it’s not an outright cancellation. We’ve already discussed it with your manager - all events will simply be pushed back a few days and you can resume activities right away. Think of it as an early weekend off!”
“I already made plans for my bloody weekend, and you’re telling me I have to reschedule those too!?” Honey can’t stop the frustrated growl emerging from her throat, an unseemly noise from the sickeningly-sweet persona that she portrays herself as on stage. “And don’t tell me I have even less time for that sponsored eyeshadow livestream. I’m already getting nagged about promoting it before your stupid talent drops her next lipstick line!”
The Eldite lets out a shocked gasp at the insult. She frets as she quickly glances around, hoping no one within Vamp’s network has heard and would report back.
“Fine! Whatever! Plaster her ugly mug all over my concerts, why don’t you!? Hells, have her take over my spot in the daytime shows! See if I care!”
Honey storms off from the Nexus office, a snap of her fingers applying her disguise glamour as she exits into the crowded arcade. She makes a beeline for the next set of towering buildings with only one thing on the mind:
Revenge.
A soft bed. A heated blanket. A whole weekend for herself now that her job as an Arcadion fighter is less demanding. Today, she'll take it easy inside. Tomorrow? She'll think about it tomorrow. Vamp Fatale is a very busy woman and her schedule is full of relaxation, starting with a hefty event of sleeping in.
The encompassing comfort of her dreams are yanked away as someone bangs on her door. Vamp scowls at the disturbance, groaning into her satin-covered pillow before throwing the covers to the side. Long legs swing over the bed's edge and carry her to whoever was knocking like a jackhammer to stone. Touching a panel next to the door, she doesn’t even finish her yawn when an unfamiliar familiar woman pushes past the opening metal slides and rushes into her apartment.
“You really have such terrible timing, as always.” Vamp taps the panel twice to close the door, holding her fingertips against it for a few seconds until it turns red, locking the two inside. This exact scene seems to happen so often that it’s become muscle memory at this point. “Do I at least have the honor of knowing why you’ve interrupted my beauty sleep?”
“It’s all your bloody fault!” A snap of her fingers dissipates the disguise, black hair fading to brilliant gold and tactical coats melting into her usual cardigan. The mask on her face disappears and reveals the bared teeth of the furious idol. “Because you couldn't hold back, my events had to be pushed down the line and now I have even more work to do!”
“I don’t know… sounds like you could be spending time with me then.” Vamp trudges over to her fridge, the incessant barking going in one ear and out the other. She takes a frozen cup from the freezer with the initials HBL on it, placing it inside the refrigerated section as she takes a couple bottled vials to fill up the bottom with sweet syrup. Among her own favorite energy drink flavors, she grabs Honey’s favorite, cracking it open and pouring it into the cup at an angle, reducing the amount of foam threatening to overflow.
“Hey, remember to stir that! I want the least amount of carbonation so stir at least twice— and give me a straw!” Honey suddenly demands amidst her rambling. “Ugh, my barista also messed up my order this morning too. I can’t believe my luck today!”
“Yeeees, darling.” Vamp chuckles as she screws the lid onto the cup, a straw already placed within the hole. She makes wide stirs with it as instructed. After a few turns, Honey snatches the cup out of her hands, placing her lips around the straw and sucking in small but rapid amounts. It’s incredibly adorable to Vamp - the way she drinks like a real bee placed in front of irresistible nectar.
The idol swallows her eager sips with a relieved sigh, the sugary drink already putting her nerves at rest. Vamp smoothes out her hair, a kind smile on her lips. The redhead takes her unoccupied hand into her own, dragging her to the couch furthest from the door. She takes a seat and spreads her legs, motioning for Honey to sit in the empty space. She pouts in frustration. She hates when Vamp is this gentle, so easy to be swept away by her romantic gestures. Despite the warning signs in her head, the Hyune makes her way in between and swings her legs onto the couch, leaning into Vamp’s comforting chest as the Eldite wraps her arms around her and gives her a good squeeze. More sips of her drink. It's strangely delicious this time.
“Now, now, my little bee. All that stress is going to make its mark in unsightly wrinkles. There's nothing to do about it, so why not take a breather?” Honey can feel her face contort in disgust as Vamp kisses her forehead. Some more sips to soothe her frustrations, eventually reaching the bottom of the cup, much to her dismay. “Relax, put away all your burdens, and come take a nap with me.”
“You just want to go back to sleep, you lazy piece of—!” Honey begins to thrash around within the woman’s arms. It’s absolutely infuriating, the way this woman can get whatever she wants with a simple flick of her wrist. A smile here, a wink there, all are subject to her whims. And she is no different, for she doesn’t immediately lurch away when Vamp grabs her face, pulling her in for a rough kiss. Her empty cup drops to the floor with a clatter as she’s effortlessly seduced by the vampiress’ taste.
The pressure from Vamp’s voluptuous lips is electrifying, more so than the pillars of lightning within Heritage Found. Honey can’t help the moan escaping her lips as Vamp runs her hand along her thigh, her pitch becoming higher the closer she gets to her core. The redhead takes the opportunity to dip her tongue inside, licking along the roof of her mouth before taking Honey’s tongue to suck upon. She squirms at the sensation. It’s as if Vamp wanted to bring her to release with this alone, the way the wet muscle swirls around her own and then gives the most sensual suction from her lips. Honey whines as Vamp squeezes her ass in her hand, breaking away from their kiss to glare upon the woman. Based on her tantalizing gaze and smug sneer, it doesn’t seem to be working. The way she’s so beautiful even with hair in a messy ponytail and no makeup is absolutely unfair.
“Y— You bitch…” Honey can’t stop the harsh shudder running down her spine as Vamp licks along the length of her neck, hot breath clouding against her sensitive skin while she continues to knead her ass. “Touching me like, ah…! Like this when you haven’t even washed up yet!”
“Well, why else would you come over, if not for a little stress relief?” The whimper that comes out of Honey as Vamp nibbles on her ear is too sweet.
Though it stops her in her tracks, the slap upon Vamp’s face pales incredibly to Honey’s other stings. As if she was holding back. Disappointing.
“Go take a shower, you filthy bat! And change out of your lame pajamas!” Honey shifts to put her feet on the ground, accidentally kicking the cup she dropped earlier. She frowns. “And make me another drink too.”
“Whatever you desire, my queen.” Honey can feel bile threatening to spill out of her throat when Vamp gives her another tender kiss on her head.
Vamp slips her fingers into her leather shorts, pulling them upwards so they fit snug against her hips. For today, she'll opt out of her signature leather gloves. She takes a seat on the couch, leg swinging over the other out of habit. The vampiress can’t help but lick her lips at the sight of Honey’s desperate gaze, so full of energy from the tonics and her special syrup.
“You know you can see me in this outfit in the ring, correct?” Vamp chuckles. It’s stupid, the way her lipstick makes her luscious lips look even more addictive. Honey curses them with all of her might.
“Shut up,” Honey smacks her little hat off her head, grabbing her hair to have her look up at the Hyune. There’s not enough venom in her voice. It’s clear from the confident look in Vamp’s golden hooded eyes, so hauntingly alluring in the low light. “I just want to mess up your makeup.”
“Oh, don’t threaten me with a good time now, darling~” The fist in her hair is far from painful. There’s a hungry desire growing within her, seeing how far the queen bee is falling under her spell. It’d be useless to deny the lust in her mismatched eyes, the heaving of her chest, the quivering of her lips. Vamp is taken by delighted surprise as Honey puts her foot onto the couch, guiding her face to her soaking pussy as the idol tears the tights underneath her skirt. “Ooh! So eager! I thought these were designer?”
“Shut up, damn you, and finish what you started!” Her brows furrow, a yearning in her voice that brings pure joy to Vamp. Honey’s very cells are buzzing loudly for a pleasure that can only be delivered by her hands. The desperate pleading in her eyes is meant to be savored like a fine wine.
“Shh, shh, shh… Patience, my naughty little bee…” Vamp peppers kisses along her inner thighs, hands dragging far too slowly up Honey’s thighs for her liking. Honey’s whimpers sound like the finest symphony as Vamp pushes her drenched panties aside, taking broad licks of her folds. With a kiss to her lower lips, her heated breath sends shivers down her spine as she whispers, “I would never deny a woman half as sweet.”
Something is wrong. Vamp’s technique is beyond what Honey could ever achieve – she knows this more than anything. But the way her tongue works on her pussy feels far more stimulating than usual, her teasing fingers lingering on the outside of her holes but never dipping inside all the more agonizing. Honey bites at her bottom lip, fingers tangling inside the Eldite’s ruby red locks to encourage more stimulation. Vamp never lets more than the tip of her tongue enter her cunt.
“You bloody tease…! Hah!” Her back involuntarily arches as Vamp starts to circle her slick onto her asshole, suckling on her clit with little regard for anything else. Her legs, already trembling as if she were in a blistering snow storm, beg to give out under the pleasure. And as if reading her mind, Vamp places a stabilizing hand on her hip, pulling away from her eager dining. She licks at the slick on her lips, smudging her lipstick. Taking a glance down her thighs, Honey notices just how many kiss marks were left in the wake of the vampiress’ meal. It only makes her even more turned on.
“Is it too much, my princess? Here – take a seat and we can continue.” Vamp stands to give Honey her full support, arms wrapped around her body and lowering the blonde to the couch as she shakes like a leaf. As soon as her rear meets the cushioned seat, Honey spreads her legs for Vamp, a hand already moving to rub small and fast circles on her clit. Perhaps the syrup is having a bigger effect than she thought. No matter – it’ll be to her advantage. The dominatrix captures the idol’s gasps in a kiss, trailing down her neck and undoing the multiple layers Honey insists on wearing. Again, Honey surprises her by assisting in a sort of frenzy, eager to get her clothes off no matter the cost. Without much effort on her part, Honey is completely nude and drenched for her to taste, to savor, to ravage… everything else be damned.
“My, my! Is this the real Honey B. Lovely? A depraved little whore that will throw herself at any woman willing to please her.” Vamp leaves another kiss mark on her left breast, a smirk pulling at her lips as the pulse beneath rapidly beats with lust. “I’ll gladly punish you for such sinful behavior…”
She takes a pebbled nipple in her mouth, pinching and tugging at the other. Honey can't help the cries of pain and pleasure that come out of her throat, so skilled is the dominatrix in knowing exactly which buttons to press at what time. She swaps to suckle on the other nipple occasionally, her hot mouth contrasting the icy touch of her hands. More of her lipstick staining her body, more evidence that she basically belongs to her. A particularly hard pinch elicits a strained squeal. Her breast rumbles with the chuckle of the dominatrix.
“Where are your gloves, you wretch?” Honey manages to gasp as Vamp finally takes a break from assaulting her breasts, returning to give attention to her needy pussy.
“I want to feel every single ilm of you on me, my dear.” Another kiss to her inner thigh, joining all the others. To Honey’s relief, her natural lip color was starting to show. It’s going to take a truckload of makeup remover for all of this. “And I especially want to feel how you clench on my fingers when you cum.”
“Damned pervert.”
“Calling me a pervert? Bloody righteous, you are!” A sharp hiss as Vamp harshly drags her fingernails down her torso, her other fingers still working relentlessly inside of her. The rough thrusting produces obscene noises, arousal coating half of her hand and dripping off the sofa. She grabs Honey’s neck and squeezes tight as the blonde’s glazed eyes meet hers, malice and hatred burning bright in those pale golden halls. “You think I don’t know about you trying to take away my staff? The way my girls taste like you? You’re lucky I didn’t send you to the chirurgeon during that match.”
Vamp brings her fingers to a complete curl, ripping a strained scream of ecstasy from Honey’s tightening throat. The stars that spark in her eyes crack and pop as her orgasm brings her higher and higher, body convulsing and legs threatening to give under the rush. There’s a brief respite when all of the stimulation stops, allowing Honey to gather what little thoughts remain in her head after such intensity.
Not for long, however. Honey is jolted back into reality as Vamp sucks heavily on her clit, lapping up all the juices that flowed from her cunt. Her feast is aggressive, so vicious compared to their other meetings. Vamp Fatale was not a happy woman at this moment. Despite the fear of her actions reaping its consequences, Honey also felt a tinge of excitement. She almost loved this side of Vamp, even to the point of her efforts coaxing out another quick orgasm from her. All that comes out of Honey is gathered into the redhead’s mouth, her tongue swirling the erotic mixture inside.
Vamp takes Honey’s cheeks in her hand, her long digits prying her mouth open. She gathers the cum coating her mouth to spit it directly inside, forcing Honey’s opposing lips closed.
“Swallow. It will pay a very small fraction of the price you owe for such insolent behavior.”
Under normal circumstances, this would send Honey into a panic. Though the usage of feral souls was not meant to last outside of the Arcadion, there have been changes that none of the fighters could deny. Vamp, for one, had to adjust around her enlarged canines. Bites from her were already dangerous with her ferocious nature. The bat simply gave her the power to drink even more from her playthings. Hers, however, was a more private issue – the mind-numbingly entrancing poison that she doses her opponents with, she now seeps out with her own arousal. Her mouth full of that same poisoned cum would send anyone to their knees.
And these are not normal circumstances.
Honey swallows, opening her mouth to show evidence of her obedience. Vamp shudders with sadistic delight, shoving her soaked fingers inside. Her cunt throbs with arousal, her need to fuck Honey silly growing with every moan and cry.
“Clean it up, your Royal Highness. Every single drop, for every one of my staff you’ve tried to take under your thrall.” The tongue that slides in between her fingers lacks technique but makes up for it in enthusiasm. She pulls away, giving Honey a kiss on her sweat-lined forehead. “Does it feel good to have a taste of your own medicine?”
Honey opens her mouth to answer, finally given an opportunity to defend herself – only to gag on Vamp’s fingers thrusting inside her throat. The sadist laughs at the guttural noises from the normally demure idol, so sickeningly sweet she is to her fans all around the world. They’d never expect a side of her to be like this.
“Ready for your next punishment, love?”
For comfort, they moved to Vamp’s bed, a couple of towels thrown over just in case. Honey allowed the two to have some bondage for today’s session. Nothing too fancy, in Vamp’s opinion – just enough to highlight Honey’s breasts and keep her arms bound to her backside. The idol herself was facedown on her bed, ass raised so Vamp has easier access.
Vamp pulls at the rope binds, satisfied with the way it resists the force. It’s not too tight though – easy enough to slip a couple fingers in. Despite her theme being based entirely on yellows, even Honey must admit that the royal red of the ropes looks absolutely divine on her. Vamp ghosts her fingertips down Honey’s bound flesh, her whimpers and shudders of pleasure a delectable appetizer before her feast.
“Oh, my darling little bee…” Vamp, now equipped with a brand new strap that she purchased specifically to use on Honey, runs the tip up and down her lubed up holes. “Where do you want it? Perhaps… here?” She pushes the dildo against Honey’s asshole, bringing out a slight jerk from the idol.
“Red! Red!” Honey shouts out. Vamp immediately pulls away, rubbing a soothing hand against the idol’s thigh, a gentle shushing on her lips. “Not with that… Fingers are okay. But the other one…” She trails off, shame burning her face. It’s still difficult to voice out even in the privacy of Vamp’s thick-walled apartment.
“I’m so sorry, my dear. No toys there for today, just fingers.” Though she revels in sadism, she isn’t needlessly cruel. Pain without purpose means nothing to her. She reaches down to smooth Honey’s hair, running her fingers through the silky locks. “Want to stop entirely?”
“No, I’m fine. Just still a little sore from last time. I’d like to not be stretched out there, thank you.”
Vamp hums in confirmation. With that in mind, she takes the head of the dildo and pushes it slowly into Honey’s pussy, an involuntary shudder of glee shaking her body as it seems to get swallowed up in her folds.
“Ah, you’re so truly beautiful, my dearest Honey… You’re the perfect little cocksleeve for me.” Vamp purrs. She takes a bit of lube threatening to drip onto her finger, swirling it around Honey’s asshole before sticking it in. She’ll need extra teasing to get her back in the mood. “All of your holes for me to fill after you’re done pretending to be some innocent idol on stage… I couldn’t ask for a better whore.”
She’s careful with Honey’s hole, not wanting to do any more damage than before. Her movements are slower this time, more calculated. Vamp slides her finger in and out, twisting little by little in a way that causes Honey to gasp and cry out in that miserably pathetic way she loves so much. The teasing of her rim sends little jolts of pleasure throughout her body, unable to thrash around due to the binds that keep her in place.
Honey struggles against the rope biting into her skin, sucking in a sharp breath for courage as she bucks her hips back to take in Vamp’s strap in its entirety. The sensation echoes from her cunt to her core, letting out a groan as her walls adjust to the deeper insertion. She can barely even hear Vamp’s tongue clicking in disapproval over her muddied thoughts, ready and willing to be ravaged until her legs are shaking and she really won’t be able to perform for a while. A quick smack to her plump cheeks brings her back into the moment.
“Bad, bad girl~ Tell me your color first.” Vamp receives a pathetic mewl as a response, Honey grinding her hips with clumsy eagerness. Another slap to the other cheek this time. “I said, tell me your color. Or I can simply stop everything and go back to sleep.”
“No!” Honey attempts to move her head towards Vamp, the drool from her desires leaking from her lips, achieving little but smearing the pillow and smudging it onto her face. Curving her torso, she’s able to look Vamp in the eyes as she begs, “Green. Please.”
A bolt of lightning to her core as that delightfully wicked smirk spreads on Vamp’s pale face. The sight of her looking down on her, all of her focus on her alone, the joy that surely is resonating within her, Honey adores that about her and Vamp’s play sessions. When she can tell how Vamp is running a thousand scenarios in her mind and all of them revolve around her. A billion fans seem like nothing in comparison to these moments.
“My naughty little slut. Anything for you~” Vamp’s loving tone is a sharp contrast to the third slap on her ass. The Eldite grabs her glove from the nightstand, slipping it onto her hand and flexing her fingers. The sharp claws glow warmly under the room’s dim neon lights, bringing a small smile on her lips. “This is a punishment, remember? So you’ll indulge me as much as you can…”
Blades honed to an extremely fine point glide across her back. She doesn't even register her flesh had been cut until it begins to seep her delicious blood, oozing out like melting sugar. The heat of it begins to spread like wildfire as her body reacts accordingly to the injury.
"Shit, shit...!!" Honey gasps, the claws carving her skin sends signals of piercing red hot pain throughout her body. She grits her teeth, buries her face into the pillow, anything to distract from the pain. The more she thrashes around, the more she seems to clench around the strap tucked deep within her walls. "It, augh... it hurts...!!"
"Ah, ah, ah! I don't hear a safe word, Honey." Vamp's voice, dripping with desire, worms its way into her ears and jumbles the signals of pain to mix with pleasure. "You're a big girl, you can endure just a little more... I know you can do it. It’s payback for what you’ve done, see?" She lowers herself to whisper in a lower tone, "Remember, three taps if it's too much, okay?" Vamp kisses the shell of Honey's ear, the blonde shuddering in response.
“G– Green.” A few grunts, a dry gasp. “Just don’t leave any scars, you sick degenerate.”
“Aw, you trust in my healing abilities.” Vamp drags the tip of her index along Honey’s spine, cutting just enough to get to the sensitive muscle underneath the decaying skin layers, yet not enough to produce blood. She channels aether into those same fingertips against her body, the bleeding slit and the newer one closing up with nary a protest. A shame, but not a loss. “Are you absolutely certain about green?”
“If it means you’ll fuck me, then yes.” Honey grinds her hips against Vamp, knowing the sight of her ass really gets the redhead riled up. If she truly has no choice but to lie low for the next few days, then so be it. “Everything is your fault anyways.”
“Well then! Thank you for the meal~”
Vamp starts with clawing in a few strokes. Nothing in particular, just something to literally get Honey’s blood flowing. With her other hand, she channels her aether to heal the cuts one at a time. Claw. Heal. Claw. Heal. In between those, she gives a light thrust of her hips. Working into a comfortable rhythm, Vamp even begins to hum her stage theme as she starts to “draw” an arena.
A big circle - heal. It disappears without a trace.
Multiple lines that meet in the middle of the “circle.” Also disappears.
She slashes through the diagram with a sudden ferocity, mimicking those stupid drones that would appear during the matches where she used her feral soul. Honey strains to keep her yelps of pain behind gritted teeth. Vamp heals the even deeper cuts - they disappear, but not the blood that leaked out of them.
Vamp lays herself along Honey’s bloody back, the coagulating liquid spreading along her stomach and breasts, evoking the feeling of a kind embrace from an old friend. With a few gentle kisses along the back of her neck and to her shoulder, she sinks her fangs into the flesh. Her pulse throbs in her mouth, warm nectar flowing through the veins and barely seeping through the punctures, so tender and weak that a harsher bite will cause it to start flooding out and pool inside like overflowing wine. It’d be easy to rip her apart right then and there – but Honey trusts that she won’t, keeping quiet even when it comes to Vamp’s more extreme desires. And that trust is more delicious than any forbidden nectar the heavens could provide. Vamp releases her fangs from Honey and laps up the remaining crimson fluid, feeling the Hyune’s entire body relax now that her attacks have relented. A gentle kiss to the mark – it’ll definitely bruise.
“Such a good little girl for me… You took that so well. I’m proud of you for enduring all of that, I know it was difficult after a hard day.” Vamp brings herself back to her kneeling position, licking up the drool escaping her lips. “Hope you’re ready~ Things are about to get… rough.”
As promised, Vamp takes a firm hold of Honey’s hips, eagerly slamming her silicone cock back and forth into her cunt. It’s big – bigger than what Vamp usually has for their sessions. With each thrust, Honey can feel Vamp’s frustration pouring into her despite her cool tone. Ruthlessly taking out her anger on the idol, so upset she is that she can’t keep all her loyal pets in line. It’s absolutely riveting to Honey how Vamp can hold such extreme emotions on both ends of the spectrum for her. It’s as addicting as the cheers of the crowd.
Vamp suddenly yanks her body around, laying her on her back before adjusting to pound into her once more. Her breaths are heavy, labored, and her animal-like grunting is beyond erotic to the idol. Finally letting loose after keeping up her mature and calm persona.
“Kiss me.” Honey breaths out amidst the moans she didn’t know she was capable of making. Vamp complies – then just as quickly regrets it as a sudden acute pain wracks her bottom lip. Honey grins as Vamp’s blood drips against her face, her smug expression unwavering even as the Eldite gives her a punishing slap to the face. “You wanted— ah, it rough, didn’t you?”
“Shut up, you vapid, stupid cumdump!” Vamp yells at her as she takes a fistful of Honey’s hair, using it as a handlebar while her pace quickens. It’s not like Honey was the only one receiving all the pleasure. Hearing all of Honey’s sounds, the way she unfurls under her touch, it’s all getting to be too much for her. The vibration of the strap hitting Honey's walls echo into her own groin, the stimulation almost bringing her to the edge. “All you’re good for— ngh, is taking my cock! You’re the obedient bitch who came crawling to me for a good fuck – and now you have it!”
Honey’s mismatched eyes begin to glaze over, the degradation going a long way for the pleasure of their session. Vamp takes her throat in her clawed hand, giving another squeeze and slowing the oxygen path to Honey as blood drips from the points digging into her skin. It doesn’t take long for Honey to orgasm once more, body convulsing as the ripples and waves crash through her mind, drawing only blanks as she comes down from her high. The sight of her is so gorgeous that it brings Vamp to her own release, though much more muted than Honey. She allows Honey to calm down and catch her breath, pulling her strap out and letting out a low chuckle at how much cum coated the toy.
“All done?”
“Yeah.” Honey gasps out. “Groovy.”
“Good girl, you remembered our safe word.”
Vamp shuts off the blowdryer and sets it back onto the table, running her fingers through Honey’s now-dried hair. The Hyune made herself content on her lap after her shower and taking over her TV, wearing the comfy pajamas Vamp had prepared for her while also having her soaked hair drip all over the dominatrix. A silent demand to take care of her hair for her – not that Vamp would refuse, mind you. It allows her to hug Honey from behind, to take a deep breath and let it all out in a content sigh as they both relaxed on the living room couch.
“Don’t sniff me, you freak.” Honey continues to browse the recommended movies tab on Vamp’s streaming account, rapidly pressing the next button on the remote control. She grimaces as she scrolls past Vamp’s favorite film about sparkling vampires. They watched it during one of their aftercare sessions – it felt more like torture to Honey than the actual play did but Vamp loved it and proceeded to binge the sequels.
“But you smell so good with my shampoo and lotion~” Vamp purrs as she snuggles into the curve of Honey’s neck, giving light fluttering kisses anywhere she can reach. There’s a sticky texture from the flesh that Vamp is missing. “Aw, you wiped away all my marks.”
“You need to refill your makeup remover, by the way. I used it all up.” Honey briefly settles on a movie about a trio of idols – skip. Not in the presence of Vamp, anyways. Only Vamp can be a loser when they’re alone.
“Like the new formula? I know it’s gonna be a hit when I release it. And I’m gonna drop it as soon as you promote that eyeshadow.” Vamp gives two taps to Honey’s thigh. When she stands up, Vamp lies down on the sofa, giving another two taps so Honey may lie with her. She snakes an arm over her waist as soon as she’s down, bringing her closer so the curve of her butt melds perfectly against her body. “Why don’t we ever shower together, love?”
“You can barely keep your hands off me now. You’re obsessed with me like your dumb romance movies. And maybe I want a little privacy.” An undead movie mixed with a heist mixed with… aliens? Skip.
“The second you entered that door is when you forfeited your privacy. All your cute little moans and whimpers, your crying and begging, that’s all for me to hear.” Vamp trails a hand up Honey’s thigh, the ends of her fingers barely dipping into the waistband of her pajamas. “And I’ll gladly spend the next few days milking every single drop from you.”