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“You’re impatient! I was about to come down,” Iriam pouted in Laura’s lap.
“I wanted you right now,” Laura purred. She took Iriam’s hand and kissed it. The other hand caressed Iriam’s cheek, went through her hair, down her arm, and Iriam realized it wasn’t just an act of love.
“I’m fine,” Iriam said.
“Has anyone-”
“Nobody dared approach me, please, they know what sort of dangerous women I run with,” Iriam said with a proud smirk, then she pressed that smirk against Laura’s smile.
“Good.”
“I told you it’d be fine.”
“Will you use this argument against me when I forbid you to leave the next time?” Laura asked.
“Maaaybeee…”
Iriam took Laura’s jaw between her fingers. If she wanted to keep the hungry woman in check, Iriam had figured she would have to start early and with small steps.
“I was about to come down and bring you a few gifts,” she said to Laura with a serious voice laced with promises.
“These, you mean?” Laura asked and pointed at her shadows parting to reveal a bunch of boxes, small and large.
“Nooo!” Iriam said, “Those are supposed to be a surprise!”
“Surprise me, then,” Laura offered. Iriam rolled her eyes, smiling, and jumped off a large bed to pick out a box. The room they were in was huge, both in surface and height. The bed was spacious and custom made according to Laura’s orders, and pressed against the middle of the wall at the far end of the room. The room had no windows, but a chandelier with electric lights was illuminating the space with its faint glow. Current, and most common, light setting was dimmed red. Iriam walked over to the switch to turn it up a little bit so that she could see the boxes.
As she did that, a third form shuffled in one of the corners near the bed, outlined by the bright yellow light. Iriam knew Qasim was always hovering near Laura. The large form was sitting, arms resting on bent knees, forehead pressed against the arms. Iriam ignored her for now, still not having found a common language with the woman, both figuratively and literally. According to Laura, Qasim fluently spoke four languages, and understood a few more, all of which were long dead. Some were even completely forgotten.
Iriam dug through the boxes.
“See, you didn’t even give me time to charge any of these so now we’re going to have to play with regular stuff…” Iriam grumbled.
“All I need are your fingers between my ribs,” Laura said, talking quite literally. Iriam blushed, not raising her gaze so that Laura wouldn’t see her like that right from the start. She wanted to keep her cool. It rarely ever worked out that way these nights, but she would be more damned if she didn’t at least try.
“Okay,” Iriam announced after she pulled the toys out of their boxes, “I’ve got two things, one for you and one for me. The one for you comes with batteries so that’s great.”
She climbed the bed, remembering to grab a bottle of lube along the way. She bought a few of those just in case.
The toys she presented Laura with were one dildo with plenty of ridges on it for extra friction, colored in swirling blues and purples, and one black sonic clit stimulator. Laura extended a hand to give the second toy a look.
“I don’t think we’ve ever used that one,” Iriam commented as she situated herself next to Laura. While Laura was observing the toy, Iriam was gearing herself up for the rest of the night by taking in Laura’s nude form. She bit her lower lip.
“No, we haven’t,” Laura said, noticing the object of Iriam’s focus. “Show me,” she handed the toy to Iriam.
The dildo and the lube were left on the side as Iriam instructed Laura to lie down so that she could sit on her hips. She liked being there. And Laura looked especially delicious beneath her, with her golden hair splayed across the sheets. Iriam wondered how bad that sort of hunger was for older vampires.
“Let’s start off with something… simple,” Iriam said and started the toy. The noise it made was akin to dozens of quick taps in succession.
While Laura’s hands caressed Iriam’s legs, the toy pressed down against Laura’s bare chest. Specifically, atop one of her nipples. Laura, with her eyes closing and neck stretching, seemed to enjoy the not-quite-vibrating sensation. Iriam had used that toy a few years ago and remembered exactly how it worked and felt. It didn’t shake the skin in an effort to arouse, but rather applied generally gentle pressure and suction that oscillated with varying speed. The pressure would become more intense when applied to certain sensitive spots.
Iriam concluded Laura liked it based on how her chest slowly went up to press into the sensation. Iriam switched from one nipple to the other, leaving the first one hard and erect. Laura gave her a look, bit her lip, and let Iriam know that the toy is welcome into their repertoire (that has to be built from scratch anyway).
“It is… an interesting contraption,” Laura said, looking at her other nipple revealed just as hard as the first one.
“Yep,” Iriam said, smiling as she moved the toy back to the first nipple, but descending down to press her lips to the second one. Laura hummed again in approval.
Iriam happily played with the stiff flesh, mostly sucking on it, or teasing with the tip of her tongue. She also squeezed the breast with her hand and Laura had no complaints. When she playfully increased the speed of the oscillations Laura softly gasped and shifted beneath. Iriam switched the nipples again for a good measure, orally checking the state of the flesh and finding it satisfactory.
“You ready to feel that in the lower parts?” Iriam teased, holding one nipple between her teeth.
“Yes,” Laura nodded. The way her fingers pressed harder while caressing Iriam’s back told Iriam that she was on the right path to get her Mistress properly fucked.
So with some kissing along the way, and tickling fingers that did not phase Laura – though she had told Iriam once that she liked it a lot – Iriam shifted on the bed to find herself between Laura’s thighs that she was nudging apart with her hands. Laura slid them to each side in calculated motions, a sort of a performance for her Brujah. Her fingers, now less manicured but still pretty, glided down into the hair to spread the folds for Iriam. A sort of chill passed through Iriam’s spine, not out of fear but lust. She had to pace herself.
The sight of the olive flesh almost had Iriam’s lips plastered to Laura’s labias instead of the toy. No, she had to at least taste it. In a swift move, her tongue licked in an upward motion, from the moist entrance, between the shy frills of the flesh, to the clit that was about to be ravaged. The hairs tickled the tongue. Laura exhaled from the pleasure of it.
Iriam brought up the buzzing toy as she recovered from her fleeting haze, smacking her lips audibly, and pressed it carefully against Laura’s exposed clitoris. Laura shied away from the toy, then carefully approached it with her hips again, a few times until she got used to it. She found rhythm in hips rolling and pressing in, then moving away when it became too much. But then Iriam’s hand followed, not letting Laura get any rest. Iriam could see her smiling, eyes closed to savor the novelty.
“I will still… want for your tongue there… afterwards,” Laura said in a laboured breath. Iriam took it as a win.
“Sure thing, hot stuff,” Iriam couldn’t help but smirk. She increased the intensity of the sonic stimuli. Laura’s hips jumped up.
Iriam eased up with the toy and entertained herself by tracing the vertical lines of Laura’s inner and outer labias. She scratched the sensitive skin and Laura laughed. Iriam felt something wet between her thighs at that moment. It would have to wait a bit more.
Next she scratched at the wanting meat of the entrance, begging to be penetrated and spread apart, even if Laura would not say it. Well, maybe Iriam could make her.
She circled her finger around the slick skin, even mocked an entrance with her knuckle. She let Laura forget about the clit stimulator for a bit to instead divert her attention and inform her that Iriam was ready to go all in, if only Laura asked nicely. They looked at each other, eyes half closed.
“Come on,” Iriam muttered. “Say it.”
Laura grabbed the sheets and shadows waved all around them.
“Fill me, my little Iriam,” Laura breathed out.
The next moment, the fingers were deep inside her, forcing her flesh apart, and she produced a long moan. Iriam opened her mouth to match it but made no sound. She pulled her fingers out slowly, now wet and ready to go back in. They returned carefully and the twitching insides welcomed them.
It was the time to press the toy back to the clit. To her credit, Laura was still managing to keep her folds spread with her own fingers, making Iriam’s job easier. Laura hummed when she felt the oscillating pressure on her most sensitive spot again. Iriam then had a tough task of staying focused, keeping the toy in place, keeping her fingers pumping, while Laura was such a delight to stare at.
Iriam could get lost in all of the small ways that Laura showed her pleasure. Her heels would dig into sheets just a little bit harder, or she would tilt her chin up by a few degrees. She was never too loud, but every deep hum from her throat chained Iriam, obliging her to finish what she started. The shadows around them slowed down their erratic flailing and now more closely matched Laura’s gradual ascent to her peak.
The toy’s intensity was left unchanged. Too much and it would ruin the orgasm. Too little and it wouldn’t be enough to guide Laura to it. Iriam’s fingers were feeling the friction of continuous penetration, so undoubtedly Laura felt it all the more so. She started rolling her hips into it. The grip on her own folds faltered. Her legs pressed to Iriam to make sure she didn't go anywhere.
Minute after minute, Laura hardly increased the amount of hip thrusts, and Iriam pumped only slightly harder, hoping she matched Laura’s needs right. Feeling Laura’s flesh for this long was becoming intoxicating, with her folds so wet by that point that she might not even need lube once she got to the dildo she left on the side for herself.
“You look so good when you’re about to come,” Iriam said in a low voice.
Laura’s insides immediately convulsed harder and she kept her hips up, pressed into the oscillating sensation. Iriam took it as a cue to start thrusting faster, rotating her hand for good measure on every entry.
A hum was choked out before it left Laura’s throat. Her body locked in one position. From Laura’s open mouth and the amount of slick fluids on her fingers, Iriam knew what was up. The flesh was willing and ready and twitching.
A sort of trance came over both of them. Iriam kept one of her hands carefully still, the other pumping, as she watched Laura overcome by the orgasm. And Laura lost all her faculties for a bit as she savored the intense feeling that grabbed her by the hips and shoulders and made her clit feel like it might burst.
But the feeling reached its peak and began to pass, leaving them in the blissful afterglow. Iriam slowed down the pumping until Laura’s hips went back down to the sheets, when she pulled them out fully to lick them playfully. The toy was turned off.
“Your tongue, please,” Laura whispered.
Iriam went down with her whole body, the large bed accommodating her splayed form between Laura’s thighs. As her mouth connected with Laura’s folds, so did Laura’s hand gently fall down on her black hair, scratching it.
The intimate link with Laura’s flesh made Iriam’s head spin for a few seconds and she could only lazily lick at it, which suited Laura just fine. She got cleaned, and Iriam got her fill. To encourage, Laura would hum here and there when she felt Iriam’s tongue go up, the full length from the entrance to the top of the clit. The hairs stuck to her face and she loved it.
That went on for maybe ten minutes. Just the two of them lying on the bed as the phantom heat in Laura’s thighs and flesh subsided. On the other hand, the same things flared up for Iriam. Her folds itched, her insides too. When she moved away from Laura’s pelvis, half of her face wet, she found no resistance from Laura.
“Now… I’ll play with myself, and I don’t want you to touch me at all,” Iriam said with a smirk, licking her lips. “If you do, I’ll have to tie you up with some manacles that I’m pretty sure are over there,” Iriam nodded over to the pile of sex toys. “Got it?”
“Make it an interesting show and I will abide,” Laura purred as she dragged herself up onto a pillow to have a better view.
“You doubt me?” Iriam asked as she took off her shirts, both the white one and the fishnet, and cupped her own small breasts and played with them. Laura’s gaze caught that moment and followed it religiously. “Well, at least your outstanding performance worked me up enough that I won’t have to prep too much for this bad girl.” Iriam looked at the intricately bumpy dildo. Now it was Laura who licked her lips, telling Iriam to do it already.
Iriam stood up, unbuckling her belt, and took the pants and underwear off in a swift swoop. She tossed them away with a swing of her leg and felt how wet her folds and hairs were. Without much fanfare, she positioned the dildo beneath herself, got on one knee, then the other, and slowly lowered her hips. The toy began to spread her entrance. It felt very good, but she wanted Laura to think it felt divine, so she moaned hard. Pinched one of her nipples, the metal in it. She looked up to see if the view was to Laura’s liking. The hungry gaze almost devoured her, but she held her ground. She looked to the side.
“Does Qasim… maybe want to join us?” Iriam said while adjusting to the dildo stretching her insides.
“If she will so wish,” Laura casually shrugged.
Iriam looked at Qasim and got nothing back. The woman remained a mystery despite living with Iriam and Laura for the past four months, and not only due to the language barrier. She rarely moved and Iriam only ever saw her either in the corner or in Laura’s embrace. The latter only when Iriam wasn’t in Laura’s arms instead. But Iriam had a plan to change that, little by little. If she could handle one ancient vampire, what was another?
For now, though, she would please Laura first.
There was still a very quiet part of her mind telling her that she’s playing with fire, and that the ancient vampire was going to snap one day and kill her in an instant. With every night, it became a little easier to ignore the voice. Iriam suspected it would be completely gone by the end of the year.
It definitely got muted when Iriam started going slowly up and down on the toy.
“May I hold that in place for you?” Laura offered.
“Nope.”
Iriam would raise her hips, let the toy slip out almost all the way, then sit back on it again. She was playing with herself in the truest sense of the phrase. When the toy came out, Iriam would be relieved but longing. When the toy came back in, Iriam would smile to herself and close her eyes to focus on feeling the friction on the skin of her entrance. Her breasts were pulled taut into sharp points by her own fingers.
She was too overtaken with her own masturbation that she failed to keep an eye on the shadows. Laura may have been sitting completely still, taking everything in with her eyes alone, but her shadows revealed a different, more agitated part of her.
So when Iriam next went to sit down on the toy that never truly left her insides, her hips were pressed down into the mattress by the cold tentacles, forcing her to take all of the toy in. The sharp pain penetrated the bubble of arousal. Her yelp made Laura inhale.
“Fuck… Laura! I said… no touching,” Iriam struggled to speak as she tried to stand her ground against the slithering shadows with a mind of their own.
“My hands are right here,” Laura opened her palms up, smirking.
There was no point in arguing, Iriam knew. She only had to calm down, stop twitching around the dildo or try escaping it. With no way to continue the penetration, Iriam brought one of her hands down to the folds and started flicking the clit that was as wet as everything else. Her insides clenched.
“Shit,” she muttered.
It took her minutes to get used to the fullness and start enjoying the clit massage. She looked up at Laura.
“You happy with this?”
Laura looked back, a dangerously playful grin outlined on her face.
“Not entirely.”
Then the shadows pulled both Iriam’s hands and torso back, but pushed her chest out, leaving her at the mercy of the ancient woman. That little voice in the back of Iriam’s mind got slightly louder.
“Laura, I’m not gonna be a happy camper like this!” Iriam warned.
Before she could argue further, she felt something press to her clit. Something that was recently used. And that started buzzing.
Iriam convulsed in the shadows' grasp. Her insides burned from the contraction, but the sonic oscillations over her clit made her melt, a wave of arousal crashing against her. Laura (or her shadows, to be exact) didn’t yet know how to control the toy with precision. The shadows gripping at her hips and arms were cold, yet an intense heat spread from her pelvis. Iriam knew she wasn’t going to last long.
Since Laura was still watching, Iriam had half a mind to remember that she wanted Laura entertained. She started shifting her body, as far as the shadows would let her, and moaning a bit higher than her vocal cords usually would. Just like Laura did earlier, Iriam rolled her hips into the sensation. Bolts shot up through her thighs and she jerked. The shadows eased up with the pressure. Now it was just right.
First Iriam’s legs jerked, then her whole body shivered once, twice. Whether the fluids dripped out of her in that moment, or it was all in her imagination, she couldn’t tell. But she let the flashes of heat come and go over her as her clit was close to getting bruised.
The shadows moved the toy away when Iriam started shivering.
“The dildo, too, please,” Iriam added, as if the shadows could hear her.
They couldn’t, but Laura did. She leaned forward as the shadows pushed (or carried) Iriam back. Her back gently touched the sheets as Laura approached her spread thighs.
“I’d have showed you a real nice time if you had let me, Laura,” Iriam teased in protest.
“Undoubtedly,” Laura said as she slowly pulled the dildo out. Iriam hummed, enjoying the remnants of her heat and the friction that sparked them.
Now Laura went down to clean Iriam’s folds and hairs in a few deliberately slow licks. She knew what she was doing. Then she got up to plant a messy kiss on Iriam’s cheek that had dried by now.
“I cannot help but notice you have bought something unusual,” Laura said, positioned over Iriam, but looking at something behind. Iriam, lulled in her post-orgasm haze, tried rolling her head over to see what it was that Laura was talking about. The shadows left her arms and she was free to tap her fingers over Laura’s skin.
“Hmm?” Iriam hummed.
The shadows presented the flowers next to them.
“You’ve never bought me flowers before,” Laura said.
“Well, that’s because you always seemed to have enough of that. Posh Tories. No, the flowers are actually… uhm, for Qasim.”