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By Brother Cadfael (brother_cadfael@earthcorp.com)


--The Embrace--

Jezebel watched intently as the young girls on the stage swung themselves about brass poles. Their bodies undulated to the rhythm of the music beneath the bluishpurple wash of the lights. It was a Wednesday night and there were relatively few patrons in the club.

"Hey, Jezzie!" Eddie yelled from behind the bar. His voice could barely be heard over the pounding of techno bass-riffs. "Hey, Jezzie! You want another Noose?"

"No, thanks," she yelled back. She hadn't quite finished the one she had and didn't think she would be around long enough to drink another.

Besides, her attention was elsewhere. The young bodies on the stage. Three of them and all as beautiful as the other. They looked eighteen or nineteen, with the exception of the taller brunette in the center. She looked as young as the other's, but something in her eyes set her apart. Her soul was an ancient one, but she had a young heart. Jezebel thought she looked like she had spent her life searching for something. She didn't know what. Neither did the young girl, she would bet.

As the brunette wrapped her long legs around the pole, Jezebel got up from her stool and walked across the floor. There were two tables directly in front of the stage. She sat in the one nearer the object of her interest.

The girl wore a leather g-string with a matching top. Her hands slid down her own body, caressing her hips and thighs. She pressed her hand against her crotch and spiraled to the ground around the pole. She wound up nearly flat on her back with one hand grasping the pole as her hips rose and her hands grasped her crotch repeatedly. She flung her head back imitating an orgasm.

Jezebel caught the girl's eye and gave her a wink. As the girl's white-gloved hand slid beneath her g-string, she kept her eyes fixed on her captivating admirer. Jezebel plucked the cherry from her drink and sensually drew it into her mouth. The girl on stage was watching intently and pulled her glove off with her teeth. She returned her hand to her crotch. When she brought it back to her face, the blue and purple lights reflected off her wet finger. She slid it into her mouth and issued a pleased smile. She danced back to her feet and swiveled her hips as she spun around the pole again. She rubbed herself against the pole as if it were going to come alive.

Jezebel felt herself getting wet beneath the black miniskirt that she wore. She waited until she was sure that the young woman was watching again and slid her left hand discreetly between her black-nylon clad thighs. She pushed her panties to the side and entered herself. It felt nice but did nothing to relieve herself of the desire this night was bringing.

Jezebel removed her hand and put her legs together. Her hand slid into her mouth and came out clean. The brunette nearly fell off the stage. The wheels set in motion, Jezebel stood up and walked away, making a point not to look back.

"Eddie!" she yelled, returning to the bar.

"Yeah, Jezzie?"

"That new girl -What is her name?"

"Jesus Christ, Jezzie! Again? Why can't you leave my gal's alone, huh? You always fall for them and they never dance here again!"

"Just tell me her name, stud," she said sarcastically.

"Andi. Her name's Andi. Listen, why can't you just go after guys?

You're a great lookin' dame. Hell, go after women for all I care!

Just go after women who _don't_ dance for _me_!"

"Eddie?" She cooed. He stopped wiping the counter and looked up at her.

"Yeah?" He said. He was a little pissed off, but he knew what to expect of her. Just venting his anger wouldn't kill her.

Jezebel gave him a warm kiss. It was friendlier than most, but it wasn't a kiss she would give to a lover. "You know you love me," she snickered, "so why can't you just let me have a little fun occasionally with your girls?"

She was right. The truth was, he did love her. At least, as much as he could love any woman since Sylvia left him -the bitch. If nothing else, he certainly wouldn't deny a nice fuck if she asked him for it. Unfortunately, she never had. And she probably never would. She only went after the most attractive women and never gave a guy so much as the time of day unless he was a Greek God. "Yeah, ok. I'll hook you up. I'll hook you up. Although it looks like you've already done everything except give her your phone number. Jesus H. Christ woman."

"Just tell her that I want to talk to her. I'll be in the booth in the back." She didn't need to tell him which one. She routinely sat in the back corner of the club, drinking Noose's, watching the crowd, watching the dancers and touching herself.


Andi had just finished taking a shower when Eddie had walked in on her. The pig didn't even have the decency to knock first. She forgave him however, when he told her that the woman she had been flirting with wanted to see her.

She had only been intimate with a woman once in her life and that was with a fellow dancer at the Gold Finger. She occasionally thought about other women, though. If only she knew how to be bold enough with the same sex. She could never ask a woman out. She couldn't even flirt without becoming self-conscious. But that woman out there tonight. She had opened the gates first. She had made the first move and that made everything seem so much easier. And now she might have an opportunity that couldn't be passed up.

After she gathered her things and found a sexy knee length skirt and a frilly blouse to wear, she went to the back of the bar and introduced herself to her admirer. The woman was gorgeous. Even more so than she had appeared from the stage. Her short black hair and red fingernails and lipstick looked so elegant against her pale white skin. Her lips shined as she licked them and her breasts fought to free themselves from the confines of her turtleneck.

Andi sat across from the woman and felt the piercing gaze of her blue eyes.

"Andi," she said. Her voice fueled Andi's fire. It was low and sensuous with a crystalline quality. "My name's Jezebel. You put on quite a show up there. You're good. Very good."

"Thanks," Andi smiled nervously, "it's easy when you have a lot of inspiration from the audience. You put on quite a show yourself. I envied that cherry."

"I envied that hand." Jezebel took another drink.

Andi found herself at a loss for words. She wanted to reply. She knew what she wanted to say, but she couldn't bring herself to utter more than nonsense. Great first impression, she thought, trip over your own tongue.

"Why don't you sit next to me?" Jezebel said. She motioned for Andi to move.

Andi immediately felt a warm glow wash over her body as the excitement of being so close to something so beautiful enveloped her. But she wasn't warm. As a matter of fact, she felt her skin grow noticeably cold the instant she brushed her thigh against the woman. It was odd, but not so much so that she couldn't gain the sense to take advantage of her circumstances.

Andi put her hand on the woman's knee. Her skin there was cold as well. Not freezing, but certainly below normal. Something about it gave her goose bumps and made her thighs wet. The woman had soft skin. The woman watched Andi's hand closely as it made its way between her legs. She sat very still and finally closed her eyes. Jezebel bit her lip as Andi's fingers bumped lightly against the mound beneath her panties.

Suddenly, the woman came alive. She put her hand behind Andi's neck and kissed her lips. It was a light kiss at first but became hard and forceful, reminding her of one of the boyfriends she once dated. But as the woman's tongue entered her mouth, the feminine qualities made themselves evident. She caressed places inside her mouth that made her heart skip multiple beats. Andi had slid her fingers beneath the panties and pressed her middle finger against Jezebel's warm lips. They parted slowly and beckoned for her finger to enter. It did and it sent a wave of human electricity to her spine.

She grabbed Andi's hand by the wrist and stopped her. "Let's go somewhere private."

"Ok," Andi breathed. She really didn't care about privacy right now. She would have been content to strip and lay her body on the table for this woman.

"My place," Jezebel said, taking her new friend by the hand and leading her to the car.


Jezebel punched a code into the electronic lock on her apartment door. It beeped and she escorted Andi inside. She watched Andi's eyes light up in awe. The apartment was dark with a lot of shades of black and deep reds, but it was the most comfortable looking place on earth. The sofa was oversized. Several beanbags lay in a pile on the floor. And she could peer into the bedroom from here to see an extremely large bed with huge pillows and a beautiful down comforter. The carpet was plush and felt good after they took their shoes off. It ran through her toes like warm grass.

"It's beautiful," she said.

"Thank you," said Jezebel, "Would you like something to drink?"

"Yes, please," Andi glanced nervously at Jezebel and then at the floor. She was a little anxious about the situation. She was attracted to this strange woman. She would happily lie down for this girl in the middle of the floor right now, but she was too nervous to initiate anything herself. Perhaps if she was older, but this woman was probably a decade older than she was. Maybe thirty-two, although by looks alone one would think she was in her early twenties.

Jezebel went into the kitchen and opened a bottle of red wine. Andi watched as the impossibly beautiful brunette stood beneath the track lighting, pouring two long-stem glasses. Her hair was thick and the darkest black you could imagine. The gentle light above her covered her with a fuzzy halo. Somehow this woman seemed out of place beneath such a symbol. She gave the appearance of a rebel. A woman, who didn't accept the rules of society, but didn't overtly challenge them. A woman, who did what she wanted, but did it discreetly.

Andi sat on the sofa, curling one foot beneath her. Jezebel came up behind her and stroked her hair lightly before handing over one of the glasses of wine. Jezebel sat next to her and sipped from the glass. Andi's hand was shaking and she spilled several drops of wine onto her blouse.

"Oh, God, I'm so clumsy!" She said, putting the drink down and swiping at her blouse with a tissue. "I guess I'm a little nervous."

"You don't need to be," Jezebel comforted her, "Here, why don't you let me help you with that?"

She scooted closer and unclasped the top button of her blouse. The second and third soon followed as their eyes met. Andi put her hands on Jezebel's wrists. Such smooth skin. It made her shake even more. She felt like an insecure fifteen-year-old again.

"Yes, help me," Andi said, kissing her soft lips.

Jezebel paused for a moment. She felt like she was on fire. She was always so cold. She always hungered for someone to keep her warm, but it was never more than a selfish need. Something about this young girl excited her. It wasn't just the heat of her luscious body, but the spark in her eye. She was captured electricity waiting for someone to ground herself to. For the first time in ages, she felt the urge to shred this sweet girls clothing off of her and give herself completely to her. She had rarely been unable to keep absolute control. She was always the one to manipulate the situation and remain calm as she worked her lover into frenzy. That frenzy would feed her for hours or even days. But she felt herself losing control in that one moment of hesitation.

The buttons of Andi's blouse flew several feet as Jezebel ripped it open, revealing the soft flesh beneath. Andi reclined against the arm of the sofa, pulling Jezebel to her breasts. Jezebel drew one protruding nipple into her mouth and worked at it gently.

Jezebel felt Andi's knee rubbing carefully, back and forth, between her legs. Her kneecap pressed against her mons without too much pressure. The lips of her pussy rubbed against each other, making her wetness drip through her panties. A wet spot developed on Andi's panty hose.

Jezebel pursed her lips around the start of the nipple, against Andi's breast. Her tongue drew long vertical lines across the tip. Andi's chest rose and dropped with a heavy sigh. Jezebel released the beauty's nipple and kissed her way toward her shoulders. The sighs increased. The breathing intensified. Jezebel heard the fierce beating of the woman's heart in her own ears. It pounded a primal rhythm much like the song that she had danced to earlier in the evening. The beat encouraged Jezebel to kiss Andi's throat and her neck. Every kiss landing with the force of a feather but the effect of a jackhammer. Jezebel opened her mouth, her incisors grew longer. Her lips moistened. Andi's knee still moved from side to side and brushed Jezebel's pussy. She stopped moving her knee and pressed it a little harder into Jezebel's crotch.

Jezebel sighed. Her breath shuddered. Her body trembled and she felt as if her soul were being sucked from every pore of her skin. The endings of nerves she never realized lay within her body burned and her loins shook with electricity. Her body contracted and her vagina tightened on itself.

Jezebel tried to force her incisors back into her jaw. She fought for them to recede. The excitement was so great, but she wanted so much to control herself. In her mind, she focussed on the control. The molecules in her body slowing and relaxing. Her body and mind pushing for control.

But her instincts overpowered her and the sharp sting of Jezebel's teeth soon shocked Andi and caused her to gasp. She tried to scream, but the hand between her thighs mixed her feelings and her body was confused. Andi sighed and let an extremely loud moan rattle Jezebel's head. Andi first attempted to fight her off, but was overcome with a sense of complete satisfaction and tranquility. She pulled Jezebel's head close and let the blood in her veins flow over the lapping tongue and pursed lips of her lover.

Jezebel snaked her hand inside Andi's panties and pressed a finger into her vagina. It was like an entranced snake maneuvering inside of the silky lining of the young pussy. Jezebel continued to feed. Andi sank further into a hypnotic meshing of heartbeats. Andi's body swam in a river of endorphins and she was coming.

Andi lost consciousness, or at least all ability to recollect what was transpiring. Her body followed waves of sensual winds and her mind drifted away from reality.

Jezebel knew when Andi had fallen into rapture when her breathing calmed and her movement nearly ceased. She continued to feast on the young flowing angel beneath her and the world passed away from her eyes. Life's fluid swam into her empty heart and she became drunk. When her body had taken its fill, she passed out and lay upon Andi's chest.


Jezebel awoke with a searing flame enveloping her skull. She attempted to gain her faculties and turned to the cool body beside her. The girl looked familiar. Her beautiful skin and gentle, ancient eyes. Two close wounds were circled by stains of blood on the young things neck.

Jezebel strained for a moment to recall her situation.

Her heart sank. She had lost control. She had given into her need for the girls letting. It had been almost painless for her, but when she regained consciousness, Jezebel knew that she would suffer an agonizing recovery. She felt guilty for losing herself and her ability to refrain from abusing the girl.

Jezebel stood up, slowly. She found her equilibrium and stumbled into the shower. The turned pulled the plastic curtain closed and turned on the flow of water. The hot water showered her body and the bathroom filled thick with steam. It penetrated her nostrils and encouraged her skin to clear.

She soaped her body and caressed herself with a washcloth. She felt clean and her mind lost some of it's tangled cobwebs. After the shower, she dried off and wrapped herself in a soft bathrobe.

After situating herself, Jezebel picked Andi's body up and moved the sleeping girl to the bedroom, allowing her to take over the bed. She removed her clothes, taking liberty to let her hands and fingers explore the smoothness of her soft skin. Andi's body felt so cold. Much like Jezebel often felt.

She pulled the blankets and comforters over the sleeping girl, up to her shoulders. What she needed was heat, to relieve some of the pain and quicken the process of her body's regeneration. Jezebel turned up the thermostat in the apartment.

Satisfied that her young friend was as comfortable as she could be in the present situation, Jezebel prepared to leave for the morning, before the sun rose. She left a note on the nightstand for Andi, incase she happened to regain consciousness:

I'm sorry for this. You will be all right. I will see to it. I must leave to speak with an old friend. I will return soon. She locked the apartment behind her.

Her destination was an ancient looking bookstore. But inside, there were more than just books. There were maps and stones and items of unimaginable age and use. These oddities were the possessions of Lodairos, a neutral friend to all who roamed in the night. Not one of them, he knew more of their nature and history than any other human. Perhaps even more than many of the elders.

He always had a strong desire to be consumed by them and live his life as an undead creature, but he also feared such transition. Still, of German descent and American citizenry he was a resource for many of those who found themselves in a time of tribulation. Jezebel knew that he would be awake when she came to his shop, because he had adapted the hours and many traits of their lifestyle.

A small light glowed in the back of the shop and a small, elderly figure came to the door. He peered through the glass and smiled.

"Jezebel! Good to see you, dear!" His voice was like bratwurst-warm and inviting with just enough spice to catch your attention.

"I need help, Lodairos," she said, fumbling with her purse.

"Come in, then... Come in! Come in!" He said, waving his arm and ushering her into the store. The smell of old paper and rich leather bindings calmed her nerves a little.

"I was with something last night. I got-I got carried away. I need to help them. It's my fault and I want them to recover."

"But, child... Once taken by nasferatu, one never recovers. Merely regains consciousness. They are, clinically, dead. You know that."

"Yes. I know-I know. I should have controlled myself and avoided this whole situation, but I couldn't and I didn't. But I can try to keep things from getting worse. Will you help?"

"Jezzy, this person... I've never seen you bother with someone like this. It isn't like you."

"She's different. This person isn't like anyone else that I've taken before."

"You like this person, no?"

"I-I think so. Lodairos, will you help me or not?"

"Yes. I have what you need, but I can promise nothing."

Jezebel hugged the old man and thanked him. He left the room, disappearing into a dark recessed closet that looked more like a medieval medicine cabinet. He returned with a vial of powder.

"What is this?" She asked.

"Crushed leaves of certain medicinal trees from Eastern Europe.

Shavings of Catar bone..."

"It will help her?"

"Not alone. You must keep her warm. You must mix your own blood with this and place it on her tongue. She will absorb it. If she is going to be well, this will speed up the process. But if it is not meant for her to survive... Then this will do nothing."

"I appreciate your help, Lodairos. Thank you."

Jezebel carefully wrapped the vial in cloth and secured it inside of her purse.


Dawn crept over the horizon as she tapped the numbers into the electronic lock and entered her apartment. The cliché of the lonely vampire racing against the sun to stay alive was just that-a cliché. But the sunlight did lessen one's strength and senses. A recently fed vampire suffered little effect from the sun, but one who had fed as much as a day before would be as week as a human with the flu. Truly uncomfortable. Jezebel had fed only hours before, but she was too intoxicated and too worn from worry to imagine leaving again soon. She wanted to administer the medicine to Andi and sleep...

Jezebel willed her incisors to protrude and carefully snagged the flesh of her forearm on one tooth. A large drop of blood swelled to the surface immediately. She coaxed it into the vial, with her fingernail. She shook the vial and tilted it until several drops dripped onto her finger. She knelt next to Andi.

"I have to give you this, sweet heart. It should help you." She was not sure if Andi could hear her or not. She was likely still in a deep sleep. She prodded her mouth open and placed the powder and blood mixture beneath her tongue. "You are an angel... I hope you will forgive me for what I've done to you if you ever awake."

Jezebel sighed and placed her purse and the vial next to the nightstand, on the floor. Jezebel slipped her shoes from her feet and let them dangle over the edge as she sat.

It was so warm. It felt as if it were a sauna or a hot day in the middle of the Arizona desert. Jezebel was sweating. She removed her clothes and stood naked. It helped very little to relieve her from the temperature. She touched the back of her hand to Andi's arm, beneath the blanket. She was still very cold. She hoped the heat was helping her.

She crawled beneath the covers of the bed and slid herself next to Andi's body. Her arms wrapped around the lithe beauty and her body scooted close, to press as much of her own flesh against Andi's as she could. Andi's cool skin felt nice to Jezebel and cooled her off. And the heat from Jezebel's body might help Andi.

Cradling Andi in her arms, Jezebel fell asleep. She dreamed. For the first time in years she dreamt. A man with black eyes and a large frame stopped her in the hallway, as she entered her apartment. He shoved her inside and threw her to the floor. She tried to fight him off. She had the strength of several mortal men, but this one held her securely as he raped her and then slit her throat. Her vision dissipated with the last image seen being that of her own heart torn from her chest and held in the hands of her attacker.

It was rare for her to dream. She would awake knowing that she had dreamt. She would remember a man with dark eyes. A large man. She would recall him stopping her in the hall. But the rest would be an uncomfortable blur and soon be forgotten.

Jezebel heard screaming. That is what woke her up. A loud, thrashing sound and shuddering screams. They were coming from this very room. She forced her weary eyes open. Beneath her lay Jezebel, still deeply asleep. Beneath her? She saw where she was. Jezebel was between Andi's legs and her body undulated against her. Her clitoris was throbbing and her legs were burning. Her breasts bounced as she thrust her hips against Andi. Andi's breasts shook softly back and forth with the incessant motion between her legs. And the scream. Jezebel realized it was of her own voice, as an orgasm came upon her in a surprising wave of ecstasy.

Jezebel had awakened in the morning a few times before to the happiness of reeling from a wet dream. But this was incredible. The physical stimulation of her body hard and clawing for satisfaction. Experiencing an unexpected sexual climax. It tripped her mind over its own thoughts and she forgot, momentarily, who the girl beneath her was and what she was doing atop her.

She gathered herself and slid to the side of Andi. She stared at her face and closed eyes. Her great breasts and flat stomach. She tried not to think of what had just happened. How she had come to be on top of Andi and how she had achieved such wonderful orgasm. In a way, it frightened her too much to think about. Losing control again, she thought. She was losing control again.

"What are you doing to me?" She whispered to Andi. Why did she suddenly care so much for someone? And why was she unable to control her desires for this girl? Why? She wasn't a human any longer. She was nasferatu. She was unto herself all she desired and needed. The necessity of another soul was only for her feeding. But Andi... Andi, she needed.

Jezebel shivered and a tiny aftershock flew down her spine while another warmed her belly. She prayed that Andi would be well, to a god that she knew was not there. Then she fell asleep again. Her body was so tired. Her mind was loose. Even having fed half a day before, she was not strong. She was not energized and healthy.

That disparate feeling continued over the next few days. Jezebel slept. When she would awake, she could hardly make it into the kitchen to eat, or to get a glass of water. Every movement was laborious. She would always return to Andi's side and hold her arms around her. Only then could she sleep. And only in sleep could she tolerate the reeling jumbled senses of her mind.

She knew that she was losing weight. She was dehydrated from her inability and unwillingness to continue her trips into the kitchen for water. Even the bathroom next to the bedroom, to cup her hands beneath the water of the faucet and sip from them became too painful and draining. So she slept on. Nightmares filled her sleep. Years without dreams seemed to suddenly compensate her with the most vivid and frightening, illogical images and surreal scenes.

More than a week passed. Jezebel awoke once again. Her body was no longer cold the way it always had been and it was not boiling as the temperature in the room had caused her to feel for these many days. She felt flushed. She felt a stirring inside of her body that she welcomed.

She opened her eyes and the feeling grew more intense. Between her legs Andi lay flat on her stomach, fingers parting Jezebel's lips and her tongue caressing her clit. Jezebel opened her mouth to speak, but Andi's talented tongue only permitted a weak gasp and a sigh to come from Jezebel. She squeezed her legs around Andi's face, gently and enjoyed the soft feminine expertise. The tongue danced and skated over the soft flesh of her labia and pressed itself against her clitoris, stroking the hood that covered it. The tongue came down and was thrust into her vagina. Only now did Jezebel contemplate the surprising length and dexterity of Andi's tongue. Her body convulsed and she involuntarily shook, writhing beneath Andi and bucking her hips.

Andi pulled her body from between Jezebel's legs and came up to kiss her lips once. Jezebel moaned and tried to speak. Her mind was still in a fog that cradled her thought. She knew what she wanted to say, but her body insisted on extracting as much pleasure from its recent violent as it could.

Andi spoke, "I've heard that most comatose men wake up in the hospital with an erection. I always wondered if women awoke sexually aroused, too."

Jezebel moved her lips, but she still could not make sense enough to push the words out.

Andi continued, "I can say without a doubt that they do. At first, I couldn't move. I could only see. I couldn't even feel anything for awhile. I was scared, too, but I did not want to wake you. I knew that you had been caring for me. When my body gained its senses, I could feel my nipples. They were so hard. I felt like a soft breeze of freezing winter air had just cascaded over my skin. And when I looked at you... Saw you sleeping beside me... God, I didn't want to wake you but I was... In need of you."

Jezebel smiled, "You're turning me on... Unless you suddenly have a huge reserve of energy, you should stop talking like that." She winked.

"I'm sorry," she feigned an apologetic little girl pout, "Like I said, I couldn't control myself. I had to have you. Asleep or awake." She grinned.

"Desire and control are difficult and dangerous to manage," Jezebel said. Only after the words came out did she realize how true they were.

"Fuck me," Andi whispered, kissing Jezebel again. She traced her index finger from Jezebel's cheek, along her chin, down her neck, slowly between her breasts, and down her stomach. Jezebel's eyes closed and she bit her lip.

Jezebel whispered, "Say that word again."

"Fuck."

Jezebel shivered. Fuck sounded like the chorus of a heavenly hymn from Andi's lips. "I'm glad that you're well, Andi. You don't have any idea how badly I felt the entire time that you were out. I lo--"

"I know you feel bad about it. I know..." Andi leaned over to kiss her again. Jezebel moved away for a moment, to an obviously agitated Andi.

"Wait a minute," Jezebel said. "I need to tell you something. And I know you're going to hate me or want to kill me. I... I wish I could do something about it, because I-really like you. But I owe you the truth." "Alright," Andi said, retreating from her sexual dominance.

"Do you know why you were out for so long? It was my fault. I..."

Jezebel took a breath and swallowed before attempting to continue.

She touched her hand to the still visible bite mark on Andi's neck. Andi caught Jezebel's hand and pressed her own over it, letting Jezebel's palm lie flat over the wound.

"It's alright, Jezebel. I know what you are."

Jezebel's eyes gave away her surprise. "What?"

"I know what you did to me... What I am. I understand. It's really weird and I don't know the consequences, but I'm okay with it. You aren't as sublime and happy as you let on, Jezebel. I know your troubles and I know you..."

"But... How?"

"I don't know. I do. Just trust me: I know what has happened and I don't hate you for it. My life isn't worth-wasn't worth living the way I was before. I wasn't who I wanted to be. You could have done nothing to make things worse, even if you killed me."

"I'm so sorry," Jezebel whispered again. Andi fell to embrace her.

"Stop. I told you not to be sorry. I've been awake for awhile. I had a chance to think while you slept. I need to figure some things out. I need to get my mind straight. But I do know what I want right now..."

Jezebel looked at her, curious.

"Fuck..." Andi whispered, kissing the full lips of her Sire. She felt the soft rhythm of Jezebel's gyrating body below. Her clit rubbed against hers. Her skin melted against Jezebel's.

Jezebel's hands reached for Andi's and clasped them. She turned her arms upward, resting on their elbows; offering support for Andi as she gave herself to Jezebel again. Soft folds of skin titillated the soft lower lips of the other. Their moisture mixed. The insides of Jezebel's thighs lit fires against the friction of rubbing against the outsides of Andi's thighs. They thrust their hips toward one another, reaching for orgasm. Reaching for the satisfaction that one could provide the other. Their eyes met and locked. Bodies shook and breasts bounced. Breaths came short. Sighs came readily.

Andi took her right hand from Jezebel's left hand, resting much of her weight on her other. Andi drew her hand quickly across her own breast and Jezebel's face showed a brief confusion when Andi removed her hand to reveal a thin, deep slice beneath her right aureole. Blood spilled from it. Andi leaned forward and offered the breast to Jezebel's willing lips.

Andi felt Jezebel's warm tongue lapping at the blood and drinking it from the vein in her breast. It felt beautiful and right. Her entire upper body wanted to float and felt weightless. She felt her pussy contract and her stomach convulse. She was coming and she released her inhibitions, screaming loudly and pulling Jezebel's hair tightly to one side. Her toes curled and her eyes clenched tightly.

Against the blackness of her eyelids, Andi saw a man of large build. He removed his glasses to reveal the blackest eyes she had ever seen...