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“You are beautiful,” Cleo murmurs looking up at Pearl. “The most pretty little thing I’ve ever seen.”
Pearl laughs, pushing her tight harder against their cunt. The old armchair under them creaks quietly.
“Now you are just saying things!”
Cleo grabs Pearl’s hips and makes her move faster, making sure her clit gets rubbed against their thigh every time. That should stop her from talking back.
“No, but you are,” they smile at her. “You are so-so beautiful, darling.”
Pearl huffs. Her legs tremble, and her body feels so pleasantly warm Cleo can’t stop herself from pushing closer, from wanting to get more, more of it. Pearl's face is flushed, her amber eyes half-lidded with pleasure as she grinds down. Pearl's back arches slightly, her throat exposed as she tilts her head back. Cleo can see the pulse there, throbbing beneath delicate skin, and their fangs ache with want. They never get hungry for other vampires, and usually it goes for Pearl too, but when she is like this, Cleo just can’t help themselves. They guess it’s a temperature thing — Pearl is just too fucking hot, in both senses. It’s a pity she isn’t into being bitten.
Pearl must’ve noticed something, because she leans forward, grabs Cleo’s tits and kisses their neck. They gasp as Pearl's sharp canines graze their skin.
"You want to bite me, don't you?" Pearl whispers. "I can tell when you look at me like that."
Cleo's hands tighten on Pearl's hips.
"I often want to bite you when we fuck," they admit. "You're so warm when you’re horny."
Pearl rolls her hips deliberately, making Cleo hiss with pleasure. The friction between them is amazing, wet and slick an perfect. Cleo feels themself getting closer to the edge, their body tensing beneath Pearl's weight.
"Maybe I'll let you," Pearl teases, nipping at Cleo's earlobe. "Just a little taste."
The very suggestion makes Cleo's fangs elongate. Their whole body shudders at the thought of tasting that strange hybrid blood that pulses so tantalizingly beneath Pearl’s skin.
"Don't tease! You know what it does to me."
Pearl's smile turns downright wicked. The pressure against Cleo's cunt is maddening - just enough to build pleasure but not enough to push them over the edge.
"Maybe I like what it does to you," Pearl whispers, her fingers pinching Cleo's nipples. "Maybe I like seeing you lose it."
The armchair groans as Cleo flipps their positions without breaking contact. Pearl lands on her back with a surprised laugh, eyes widening as Cleo towers over her. Their white hair falls like a curtain around them both.
"You want me to lose control? Be careful what you wish for, little wolf."
This position gives Cleo perfect access to Pearl's neck.
"I'm not afraid of you," she says, breathless.
That’s all they need, really. With a growl, Cleo bites down, and as blood feels her mouth, she comes, shuddering against Pearl's body. The pleasure cascades through Cleo's entire being, wave after wave of it, more intense than they've experienced in decades. They almost feel like drowning in it. Their fangs remain buried in Pearl's neck as they ride out the orgasm.
Fuck, they think, oh fuck. I’ll want this every time, won’t I?