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In the hallway of Moonrise Station, Madelaine pinned Vesper against the wall, kissing her hard, her tongue exploring Vesper’s mouth. The superhero and former zoology student had a compact and strong figure, a pleasant combination of plush and firm. Vesper’s white braid had come loose as they made out aggressively, and Madelaine brushed her fingers through the long tress. Madelaine’s other hand obsessed over Vesper’s pert buttocks. Even during her brief mortal life the contesse had appreciated a shapely ass and some things never changed. In many ways Vesper reminded Madelaine of her first love, a peasant farmer’s daughter. While she hadn’t consciously made the connection, her physical attraction to Vesper came from the same preferences.
When roughly making out in the hallway was no longer enough, Vesper pulled Madelaine into the nearby bedroom. Madelaine lifted her arms in the air and let Vesper strip off her dress before she bounced onto the large bed completely naked.
Madelaine sat, rapt as Vesper shimmied out of her dress and stood before her in lingerie. The set of lingerie was so antithetical to Vesper’s usual aesthetic, Madelaine knew that she’d purchased it just for her. Her push-up bra accentuated her bust and matched her thong with white floral lace and shimmering pale blue nylon.
Vesper regarded her with a hunger Madelaine had never seen in her vampire companion’s eyes. She’d seen Vesper hungry before, in dire need of blood, but this was different, her gaze evincing an urgent fiery lust.
Vesper hooked her thumbs in the straps of her bra to remove it.
“No, leave it on,” Madelaine said. “I haven’t finished looking at you.” Extending her hand to Vesper, Madelaine pulled her close and kissed her stomach. “It’s incredible what’s been hidden beneath your superhero costume all this time.”
“Nobody cared before you.”
“Then they’re complete idiots. This is a body that needs to be admired.” Madelaine’s hand explored Vesper’s bare skin, her fingers travelling down her spine. “Take it off, but slowly. Build anticipation before the reveal, make me so desperate to see you, I can hardly control myself. The seduction doesn’t end just because you’ve got me out of my clothes and into your bed.”
Madelaine’s immortal life had been long, and as much as she’d like to tear off Vesper’s clothes like a wild animal, she also felt a responsibility. She might as well school Vesper in seduction while she was at it.
Following her lover’s instruction, Vesper slipped the straps of her bra from her shoulders and held the lace cups against her with one hand. She straddled Madelaine’s lap, and the elder vampire unfastened the hooks at the back.
“Let it fall away with the ease of autumn leaves.”
Vesper’s bra fell away from her chest just as Madelaine said and revealed her small breasts, her nipples the colour of cherry blossoms against her pale skin. Capturing Vesper’s nipple between her teeth, Madelaine pulled, nipping at it until it was erect. She cupped Vesper’s breasts with both hands and pressed her face between them.
“You smell so good,” she said, her voice muted against Vesper’s skin.
Vesper’s body responded to the sensation, grinding on Madelaine’s lap with growing desire. Her hands played with Madelaine’s red hair. “You did things to me I can’t stop thinking about, things I didn’t know I wanted until they happened.”
“Did you touch yourself in your coffin thinking about it?”
A sheepish smile spread over Vesper’s face.
“I like the idea of you touching yourself to the thought of me, getting yourself off before the sun rises.” Using her vampiric strength, Madelaine picked Vesper up and lay her on the bed. “Show me.”
Sitting astride Vesper’s thigh, Madelaine’s temptress eyes invited Vesper to touch herself. Desire was like pressure inside of her, building as she watched Vesper slip a hand into the waistband of her panties and touch her. Her hips gyrated, running her wet pussy on Vesper’s flushed thigh until they glistened.
“Just like that.” Madelaine set her hand over Vesper’s, feeling the slow motion of her lover’s hand, fingers slipping inside. “You’re so wet already, aren’t you?” she asked. “I can feel it through your panties. What turned you on most?”
“When you bent me over the counter.”
“When I ate your ass? You want me to do it again?”
Vesper nodded, continuing to finger herself.
Madelaine tugged down Vesper’s thong, tossing it over her shoulder. “I’ll take it from here, sweetie.”
Lifting up Vesper’s legs, Madelaine ran her tongue from her ass up to her clit, sucking at her lips and clit before diving back down. She stiffened her tongue and probed Vesper’s ass. She smiled as her tongue elicited a series of moans.
“Hold your legs back.” Madelaine said, and when Vesper did as instructed, she used her free hand to slide one long slender finger into Vesper’s ass as she ate her out.
Vesper’s ass pulled Madelaine’s finger deeper inside and her body began to roll as Madelaine’s mouth went to its expert work. She tasted salty and piquancy of her womanhood. Pulling her finger from Vesper’s ass, she drove two fingers into Vesper’s succulent core ferociously, coating her fingers in a creamy fluid as pure as the moonlight.
Rolling Vesper onto her stomach, she buried her face between the rounded knolls of her buttocks and swirled her tongue around Vesper’s ass. She hummed with delight. Thrusting her fingers back into Vesper, pearls ran down Madelaine’s hand and wrist and onto her arm. She pumped her fingers inside Vesper with a sexual dexterity gained from experience. And soon, Vesper’s body pushed back against her tongue and fingers.
Moaning like a rabid animal about to attack, Vesper’s pussy squeezed Madelaine’s finger, the muscles contracting. She spat onto Vesper’s ass and with her other hand, pushed her finger into it. Nothing pleased her more than Vesper’s pleasure. Howls filled the room and Vesper came hard, a long series of yelps in time with the throes of her body, before she flattened out on the mattress and writhed. Madelaine persisted until Vesper slumped into the wet spot on the bed she had created and trembled. Despite lacking a heartbeat and a need for breath, Vesper appeared spent. Little did she know, they had just begun.
Rolling Vesper onto her back, Madealine said, “Look at the mess you’ve made, dirty girl.” She showed her fingers painted in Vesper’s slick. “Clean it up.”
Like a dog, Vesper licked the slick from Madelaine’s fingers, sucking them into her mouth. As a reward, Madelaine kissed her, tasting her handy work on Vesper’s lips.
As the night rolled into the predawn hours, they drew several more orgasms from each other’s vampiric bodies. Only the threat of dawn could stop them.
Madelaine held Vesper in bed, stroking her fingers over Vesper’s body and through her dishevelled white hair. Vesper’s head resting on Madelaine’s chest, the elder vampire inhaled the sweet fragrance of her shampoo.
“What was it like hunting for noble blood in the 1700s?” Vesper asked, her body sticky with Madelaine’s semi-dried fluids.
“Easier. Nobles were everywhere in Europe then. Beautiful young nobility were an unlimited food source.”
“You preferred young nobility?”
“Any aristocrat will do, but I could enjoy more than the blood of a young Lady or Lord. The first time I ever hunted alone, it was a princess.”
“Tell me about it.”
“I saw her one evening in the courtyard of a palace in the countryside. She was play-fighting with her younger brother, wielding a wooden sword and proclaiming herself Jeanne d’Arc. She was laughing so sweetly, and I knew I needed her.”
“How’d you meet her?” Vesper asked like a fan of romance novels asking her favourite author what happened next.
“I climbed up to her window that night and discovered quite the scene. She was pleasuring herself. Naked and in bed. I watched her furiously grind against a pillow, her eyes turned towards a small Jeanne d’Arc painting. Charlotte had an erotic fixation on the saint. I entered through the window and spoke quietly to her, saying, ‘It’s better with a real woman.’ My appearance at first shocked and embarrassed the princess, as you might imagine but between my honeyed words and the fact I had undressed, she welcomed me into her bed. I made love to her for hours, enjoying myself so thoroughly, I nearly forgot to feed. Fortunately, by night’s end, she freely shared her blood. We continued on this way for many months. At the height of our passion, we made love every night for a month, which is when I developed a taste for the delicacy of a woman’s monthly blood. She loved me completely. Charlotte called me her demon, her fervent Catholic faith at odds with her desires. She would have gone on like this forever, I think, but of course, it didn’t last.”
“What happened?”
“You know I don’t mind sharing. I suggested she take other lovers and truly enjoy herself. She did. There was a woman at court, the wife of a marquis. Slightly older than us, this Lady shared her experience and on many occasions, the three of us shared a bed. One day, Charlotte and her Lady love ventured deep into the hedge maze for some afternoon delight until her father discovered them. He sent Charlotte to a convent. But the Lady was not a princess and didn’t have the privileges such a title entailed. Charlotte’s father publicly shamed her, marching her through the streets naked to the square for her daily caning until finally, she killed herself.”
“That’s horrible.”
“That was the way in that time.”
“What happened to Charlotte?” Vesper asked.
“I visited her once at the convent. One last time. One final taste of her delicious blood. Charlotte told me not to worry about her. You see, it was quite common for women of her preferences to join a convent or be sent to one by their fathers. The secluded convent consisted only of women. What better place for a woman who wanted to be with other women? She was not lacking for lovers. Each day they said their prayers and did their chores. And at night, they removed their habits and fucked to their hearts’ content. I loved convents back then. They were full of noblewomen and lesbians before it was permissible to be a lesbian in society.”
“Sounds like you were like a kid at a candy shop.”
“Very much so. What about you, Vesper? You never had any dalliances with women before me?”
“Once,” said Vesper. “I never knew what to make of it or figured out how I felt about it, and I died before I’d come to terms with my attraction. I was young. It was with my best friend.
“She said she didn’t trust a boy to go only as far as she wanted. She thought whoever she picked would pressure her for more than she was willing. She told me she didn’t know any boy at school well enough to be certain he wouldn’t push her for more or try to take it even if she said no. Dire, right? It was just kissing and dry humping. It was enough. I didn’t handle it well in the aftermath. It was awkward in the days following. We were both confused and contending with both the emotions of it and what it meant, and we didn’t communicate well. Just two fourteen-year-olds stumbling through it. The distance between us grew and grew until we didn’t hang out anymore. I lost my best friend over my sexual feelings. That’s probably why I was so hesitant to explore my sexuality afterwards.”
“Did you ever look her up?”
“Of course. Like everyone of my generation I went looking online for an old friend and lost love. I found her on instagram. She married her college girlfriend and they’ve got a daughter and a dachshund now. I’m glad she’s happy. There are too many stories about gay teens who aren’t as lucky.” Vesper nuzzled against Madelaine as though to sleep, though she had no need. Madelaine supposed Vesper enjoyed the familiarity and intimacy of the gesture.
After another hour, Madelaine left the bed and shook out her hair. “Time to go.”
“You could stay.”
“And deprive you of watching me go?” Madelaine smiled. “I have a busy night tomorrow. I need to feed.”
“Can I text you?”
“Of course. You never had to ask before. You don’t have to start now.”
Pulling on her dress, Madelaine kissed Vesper goodbye. The worst part about being a vampire was having to leave her lovers before dawn. She would have liked to lay in bed with Vesper as the sun rose, watching it with a satisfied languor and talking about their lives. But she had given up such pleasures when she became a vampire over three hundred years prior.
“I’ll see you again soon. Next time, come to my house where I keep my toys.” With a wink and a final kiss, Madelaine departed. Halfway home, she realized she’d left her panties on the balcony. C’est la vie, she thought. Let Vesper have them as a keepsake.