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November 2020 Short Story: Blue Eyes of Autumn
🕑 Added 2020-11-29 11:00:02 +0000 UTCThe winning prompt for November was: "Vampires need a place to stay the day after their car breaks down. (F/f)"
Disclaimer: Any resemblance to persons or organizations real or fictional is entirely coincidental. This is fiction.
Content Warning: This work contains examples of bleeding/blood, mind control, and dubiously consensual sexual situations.
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Dahl Rusted absentmindedly thumbed through the pages of a romance novel, smiling as she ran through a scene of a prince confessing his love to a commoner. "Haha, that'd be nice. What a sweet gesture." She put the book down and thought to herself. Look, this book is all sweet and mushy. But I know well enough that royalty won't just come sweep me off my feet and take me away like that. I only wish *someone* would.
The dark-haired woman sat at a reception desk for an old-timey lodge hotel. One would think a hotel in such a busy region would be, well, busy. And it was, most of the year. But this was the season when the leaves started to turn, and vacationers started to turn to other parts of the country. The hotel was entirely empty aside from Dahl, its owner and proprietor. She wore a uniform of her own design: a skirt suit that consisted of a red jacket with green trim on the lapels, plus a green blouse with frills on the collar. She may as well have been wearing sweats given the likelihood she'd need to deal with people today, but the innkeeper liked to dress nice.
The lobby's lounge area had a nicely arranged collection of upholstered wood furniture that was comfortable for guests who wanted to sit around chatting, eating, or playing cards. When there were guests, that is. There was a stairway off to the side which led to the second floor, rarely if ever used at this time of year, as well as a kitchenette where folks could make coffee and the like. A skylight on the roof showed a cloudy sky; it would probably rain later. Said skylight also allowed for some indoor stargazing when the weather was nice and the lights were off. Dahl stared absentmindedly up at the sky, fiddling with the cross around her neck.
"Excuse me?" A voice seemed to come from below the desk. Dahl almost jumped in surprise. Then she looked down and saw a woman standing behind the desk who couldn't have been more than four foot eight.
The newcomer had straight, blonde hair that was done up into a pair of buns arranged impeccably above her head. She also wore a dark grey dress with frills all over the cuffs and hem. Poking out from under the dress were light grey fishnet stockings with a fairly unusual bit of embroidery - there were bats placed in a revealing pattern. Her shoes were a pair of shiny black Mary Janes. The most eye-catching accessory she wore was a black leather collar, studded with gold. There was a plate in the front of it that read "Blair" in fancy cursive script. Dahl blinked twice, looking away from the collar and into the visitor's pale blue eyes. "Yes, may I help you?"
The short newcomer nodded in response, looking the dark-haired innkeeper over. She spent a few short moments peering at the cross on her necklace. "Indeed. My mistress and I have been traveling through the region, but unfortunately we encountered some car trouble just this morning. There's a repairman on the way, but it seems unlikely they'll arrive by today. Would you happen to have an open room available?"
Dahl nodded, "Yes, as a matter of fact. You may know this already, but it's getting to be the off-season here. A lot of the mountains are getting too cold to hike, but are still too warm to ski. We're an empty house at the moment, and you're welcome to stay a while."
Blair nodded. "Excellent. My mistress will be happy to hear that."
Dahl got out some papers and went through a familiar set of steps. "So how long are we putting you up for? Just the one night?"
"It may be one night or more. I cannot say for sure at the moment." She placed a finger on her chin, pondered for a second, then continued, "For the moment, shall we say three days, two nights?"
"Can do. You'll be paying with cash or card?"
"Cash please. Will this be enough?" Blair placed a wad of neatly-wrapped bills on the reception desk.
Dahl whistled. "It'll be five times more than enough." She took six of the bills and handed the rest back, along with some small change. "We'll just need you to sign the guest book. I'm sorry, your name was..."
"Blair Endip. You may call me Ms. Endip. I serve Mistress Kamari von Gateau. She is... occupied at the moment, so I shall sign for both of us."
The formal tone of that line caught Dahl off-guard, but, after blinking twice, she handed over the guestbook and a pen. Blair signed, and the innkeeper handed her a set of keys. "This one here is your room key. The other two you won't need unless you're out at night, but you should know we lock up the front gate at 11PM. This key will get you in if you're out later than that. This last key is for the bath, which is a $2 charge per night that you already paid. Feel free to use it to relax and refresh."
Blair accepted the keys and curtsied her thanks. "Your hospitality is much appreciated. I suspect we will be seeing a bit more of each other, especially if Mistress Kamari feels the same way I do."
Dahl blinked twice, then smiled. "Sure! I'd be happy to meet her. By the way, do you want any help with your luggage?"
The women in the gray dress shook her head. "We will manage."
Blair had managed to surprise Dahl several times already, but the latter's eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw the guest carry a black, person-sized wooden box past the desk and down the hall.
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A few hours had passed, and it was now just after 10:30 at night. Dahl yawned, leaning forward against the cedar reception desk. Just half an hour before bed, and then an early open. I should figure out what's for breakfast tomorrow...
The stairs creaked. She turned up to see a woman with red hair striding down the steps. The woman wore a distinctive outfit; she had form-fitting grey pants and a grey vest on over a white silk shirt. All of this was partially covered by a cape so black it seemed to eclipse the night sky, hemmed with a deep crimson color and fastened at the neck with a silver broach in the shape of a bat. Her red hair was done up into a pair of tight buns.
Two steps behind the woman walked Blair. The shorter blonde wore the same frilly grey dress from earlier today, though her face seemed to be glowing with a quiet dignity. What really drew Dahl's eyes, though, was the shiny gold chain that was attached to the collar around her neck. The tall woman held the other end, and seemed to be escorting her forward.
Dahl took a moment to ponder what that chain was for, then blushed bright red. "Oh, good evening Ms. Endip. Is this your, um, companion?"
Blair averted her eyes serenely, but did not reply. Instead, the redhead in the black cape cut in, "You may call me Kamari for now. I'm told you are the manager of this hotel?" Up close, Dahl could see Kamari had crystal blue eyes, eyes that seemed to stare into her. It also became obvious that the inside of the cape was the same color as the crimson lining.
"Um, yes, that's me!" She bowed slightly, and continued, trying very hard to keep eye contact and not stare at the chain Kamari was holding. "Dahl Rusted, I own and operate this hotel. My family's been here for five whole generations. If there's anything I can do to help you or Blair enjoy your stay, all you need to do is ask."
Kamari smiled, still staring. "Five generations? How quaint. Still," She looked down, examining Dahl's body, "yes, most intriguing. Blair may have her flaws, but she certainly does have a good eye."
Dahl blinked and asked, "If you're planning on going out on a walk, we can hold on to your key at the desk until you return."
Kamari's eyes noticed the cross hanging around the manager's neck. She frowned. "No need. I... apologize for not greeting you earlier. I tend to prefer the night sky, you see. I find that, under the stars, I tend to do my best work."
"I, I see." Dahl nodded and squirmed slightly behind the desk. There was something really imposing about those eyes up close. It didn't help that the redhead had to be at least a head taller than her. She sure is cute.
"In any event, I've decided to take my Blair for a walk this evening. We must be off." She gave Blair's chain a tug, and the girl in the grey dress returned an almost imperceptible nod. She followed two steps behind her mistress as they walked out the door into the night air. The instant they were outside, Kamari's cape seemed to vanish into the darkness.
...
Crickets could be heard chirping as Kamari led Blair along the dim forest path. The woman strode forward at a constant, brisk pace. The woman behind was having trouble keeping up. Shorter stature and a lack of night vision worked against her, and the crescent moon didn't reach too far into the trees. Still, she was able to keep up by staying focused on the ground in front of her, one foot at a time.
Kamari sniffed slightly, then began to walk slightly faster. Despite the change in pace, she still seemed to glide along the path.
The shift in speed was significant enough that Blair stumbled slightly, but she quickly adjusted. Unfortunately, that minor stumble was enough for a twig to catch on her stocking, opening up a run. The blonde kept her back straight and fast-walked to keep up.
As the soft sounds of night continued to echo around the forest, Kamari's cape billowed as she shifted into a fast walk that, for a human, would have been more in the neighborhood for a hefty jog. She smirked, a gesture that would show a little bit of fang had there been anyone around to watch.
Blair used the best of her own substantial athletic abilities to keep up, but her fancy outfit didn't help matters. Plus, she was physically shorter than Kamari. Branches protruding into the pathway ripped one, two, three large gashes in the hem of her dress.
Kamari's fast-walking continued, though the speed was now more akin to a full-tilt run. Her breath did not mist from exertion, not even in in the cold night air.
Despite the almost-breakneck pace, Blair focused. She exerted herself and managed to keep from having the chain rip her collar off of her neck. She managed to remain upright, sprinting after Kamari in a very unsightly way. That is, until she tripped over a rock.
She tripped right into Kamari's arms. "My silly little Blair, clumsy as always. You seem out of breath. Why don't you take a moment to rest?" She enshrouded the shorter woman using her cape. "Just lay your silly little head right here for a moment. Rest on mistress' bosom."
Blair looked up at her mistress and nodded, silent. She knew full well that, even in the darkness, her mistress' bright crystal blue eyes could clearly see her own. She pressed her head against Kamari's chest, purring appreciatively.
"My, my. You must be tired indeed." Kamari reached down to pat Blair's golden hair, loosening the hair ties around her buns and letting it drop loose. The straight, blond locks reached down to about her waist, framing the clothing their walk had damaged. "Once a soft little princess, always a soft little princess, I suppose." The taller woman's cape billowed as she spun her charge around and pressed her against a tree. She held the cape up with her left arm, hiding her pet entirely from the outside world.
Blair let herself be swept around, taking comfort in the darkness. She closed her eyes and pressed her left cheek into Kamari's right breast, nuzzling appreciatively.
Kamari reached down with her right arm. A small claw extended from her index finger. She brought it down to the bust of Blair's dress and ripped open a horizontal hole for the left nipple to poke through. She then prodded it with the spiky part of her claw.
Blair shivered a tiny bit, pressing closer into her mistress.
"Hm? Your body does betray your emotions, my cute little kitten." The taller woman smiled wickedly. She brought out another claw on her thumb and pinched the nipple. She applied both points hard, drawing two drops of blood.
Blair bit her lip to hold in a scream. Her face was bright red.
"Always amazed to see how much it looks like red milk when I do that." Kamari stopped pinching and, instead, wrapped her fingers around Blair's breast, shredding more fabric with her claws in the process.
The blonde bit down harder, gnawing on her lip with pearly white incisors.
Kamari squeezed vigorously, kneading the soft flesh and digging her claws in. White lines ran across where she shaved off an outer layer of skin.
This was too much. Blair couldn't help but utter a tiny "Ah..."
Kamari immediately took her hands off. "You know the rules, princess. Once you speak, I feed. No more of our game tonight." Her claws retracted, and she *snapped* her fingers together.
Blair nodded glumly, then brushed her mussed mass of blonde hair away from her neck. The two tiny bite marks invited Kamari in. She opened her mouth wide. Her two fangs were barely visible beneath the cape, but her pet could still sense the familiar chill just before those fangs dug into her neck.
One sip, two sips, three. Kamari closed her eyes and enjoyed the taste of Blair's delectable blood. The vampire was prone to feed with a hungry heart, and tonight was no exception. After a good thirty seconds drawing life blood from her pet's veins, she let go and waited, her face inches from Blair's.
Blair obediently reached into her dress pocket and pulled out a clean, white handkerchief, using it to wipe her own blood off her mistress' lips.
After she was done, Kamari spoke. "I think that proprietor with the long, dark hair will make a nice addition to my collection. I'll have her blood, and I'll have her. I'll not be too particular about the order, though. We will have to do something about that repugnant neck jewelry of hers, though."
Blair slumped over against the tree, clutching her forehead. She pointed to herself.
"Oh, you have a plan?" Kamari smiled warmly. "Excellent."
Blair slumped over further, then fell to the ground.
"Ah, yes. I may have taken more than an ideal amount. Can you walk?"
Blair shook her head.
"Never fear. I've strength enough for both of us." So it was that the tall vampire knelt down, picked up her servant with both arms, and carried her like a delicate royal back to the hotel.
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Dahl spent most of the next morning filling out tax forms and calculating expenses. Running a business meant a lot of head-spinning paperwork, and the beginning of the month had been thick with customers trying to hike the trails before snow started to pile up. These light days were a chance to keep up. Fortunately, the guests hadn't asked for much beyond a light breakfast - eggs, toast, and coffee - so she was able to get most of her stuff done by the afternoon. At 3pm, she settled in her bed for a short nap, but, when she woke up, the sun was setting outside.
The innkeeper woke up, got dressed, rubbed her necklace for good luck, and headed back to the reception desk. Once there, she got back into her book. She had made it another thirty pages in before she heard the sound of someone walking down the hall.
She looked up to see Blair walk into the lounge area. The blonde was wearing a dress that, from the look of things, was made out of dark orange silk. Crimson ribbons wrapped in a spiral around each sleeve. The arrangement suggested a kind of restraint, but Blair seemed to be able to move freely. Her collar was still around her neck, the one with her name prominently engraved in gold. She turned towards Dahl and offered a curtsy, "Excuse me, miss. Might I trouble you for some tea?"
Dahl straightened up and smiled, "Sure thing. You don't mind chai tea, do ya?" She went over to the kitchenette and opened up a cupboard, pulling out an old tin kettle and a box of teabags.
Blair nodded and took a seat at one of the chairs across from a sofa. "That will suffice. If you'd like, you're welcome to share a cup with me."
"Don't mind if I do, just give me a few minutes to get it ready." Dahl set the tea to brew. For a few minutes, the only sound was the steam from the kettle. The silence continued as Dahl laid out the cups and poured out the tea. Once both were seated, Blair picked up her cup with both hands, inhaled the steam and closed her eyes for a moment. She then took her first taste, elegantly sipping a small amount of the cheap chai tea.
"So," Dahl finally broke the silence, not yet touching her own cup, "where are you folks actually from? Not these parts, I'd guess?"
Blair smoothly laid her cup down before replying, "Yes. My mistress has an estate in Romania where she conducts much of her business. We travel on occasion. It's often the case that she brings a larger staff, but her pleasure was to travel light this time."
"You're an actual maid, then?" Dahl raised an eyebrow curiously.
The shorter woman gave a sly smile, "In a manner of speaking. Though I am a servant in deed, my actual title is a tad more...complex."
"Is, is that so?" The dark-haired woman couldn't help a minor blush. Her eyes strayed toward's Blair's black leather collar.
"Are you interested in my collar, miss?" Blair's pale blue eyes stared directly into hers.
That direct question knocked Dahl off balance and turned her face full scarlet. "No, um... Well, I..." She waved her hands, flustered.
Blair laughed. It was a musical sound. "It's quite alright. I'm aware that it stands out, and I am in fact quite comfortable with that." She ran her hands over the accessory. There was a note of affection in the gesture. "Mistress Kamari had it made for me when I first entered her service."
"You say that like it was a long time ago, but I have to say, you look pretty young. How did you wind up working for her, exactly?" Dahl picked up on that thread, trying to lead the conversation in a less embarrassing direction.
"My mistress was a...ship captain before she came into wealth. She was a very capable one; her reputation for daring deeds was established across the continent long before I met her. I sought her out for help settling a family dispute." Blair raised her cup for another sip, and gazed wistfully into the distance. "She handled it splendidly, of course. As I watched her in action, she quite simply stole my heart away. Fortunately, she was happy to have me when I asked to serve."
"That sounds like some relationship. And is that actual gold on your, erm, collar?" Dahl fidgeted, thumbing her lapels.
She nodded. "Why not experience it for yourself? I would be happy to let you have a look. Although..."
The innkeeper tilted her head to one side. "...although what?"
"Why don't we trade, for a moment? My accessory for yours? I'd be interested in having a look at that cross necklace you wear."
Dahl laughed, "Well sure, why not?" She unlatched the chain holding her cross necklace in place and slid it across the table to Blair.
Blair looked down at the necklace, smiled broadly, and clapped her hands three times.
What happened next happened fast. There was a *POOF* sound that came from the roof. Dahl looked up with surprise, but saw only the early evening stars shining through the skylight. Then a pair of firm hands pressed down on her shoulders, keeping her sitting in the chair. An instant later, Kamari's crystal blue eyes filled her field of view. Those eyes were almost mesmerizing.
"You will relax. Don't get up." Kamari's voice was deep. It flowed into the dark-haired woman's ears like thick syrup.
"I will relax. I won't get up." Dahl repeated this, somewhat distracted. She stared straight up at the redhead standing above her.
"Kamari makes you feel safe." Kamari was wearing a yellow shirt and black vest tonight, but her cape was the same as when Dahl had first seen her. The cape's crimson lining was particularly vivid against the night sky, but those eyes demanded the dark-haired woman's attention.
"Kamari makes me feel safe..."
"You trust Kamari." The tall vampire laid one finger on Dahl's chin, keeping her head up.
"I trust Kamari..."
"You trust Kamari absolutely."
"I trust Kamari absolutely..." Some drool was beginning to leak out of the left corner of her mouth.
"Vampires are real and humans are their food. This is natural, and you accept your place in the natural order."
"Vampires are real... Humans are their food... I accept my place in the natural order..."
"You feel tired, and want to lie down."
"I feel tired... Want to lie down..." Drowsy feelings wafted through her brain.
Kamari nodded, pulling a handkerchief out to wipe the drool off Dahl's mouth. "We seem to be off to a good start." *SNAP*
A snap of the vampire's fingers brought the innkeeper out of her trance. "Oh, um, sorry. What were we...?"
"You and Blair were discussing how you felt about me. You trust me, yes?" The tall woman bared a mouthful of teeth.
"Yes, I do trust you. I just, my memory feels real fuzzy all of a sudden..." Dahl noticed the sharp fangs, this time. "You, you have big teeth."
"That I do. Most vampires do, granted." Kamari gently took her by the hand. "You seem tired. Come, why don't you lie down. Blair, leg pillow!"
The woman in orange scurried up the couch, sitting on her knees on one end of it. Kamari led Dhal by the hand over to the couch, laying her head down on top of Blair's thighs. "My pet Blair has soft thighs, doesn't she?"
"Yes..." Dahl murmured her agreement. Her eyelids were drooping shut.
Kamari tapped her forehead with her pointer finger. "Oh no, we can't have you dozing off just yet. Open your eyes, darling."
Dahl's eyelids fluttered open, and she was once again struck by the deep, mesmerizing nature of Kamari's crystal blue eyes.
"I am a vampire, and I will be feeding off of you momentarily. But first, a few key ground rules. You want to be food for me, don't you?" Kamari leaned closer, pinning her prey to the bed with one arm.
Dahl barely managed a nod of assent. "Mhm...okay..."
The vampire cleared her throat. "You will obey Kamari."
"I will obey Kamari..."
"You will obey Kamari always."
"...will obey Kamari...always..."
"Kamari is my mistress. I am her food. I will show Mistress Kamari proper respect." Her voice went a tad colder.
"...I am her food...show Mistress Kamari proper respect..."
"You are madly in love with Mistress Kamari." The vampire licked her lips. Blair was biting her upper lip, staring intensely at the pair.
"...madly in love with Mistress Kamari..."
"Obeying Mistress Kamari makes you sexually aroused. So arousing."
"...obeying Mistress Kamari...so arousing..." Dahl had drifted in a state that was only half-conscious, but focusing on those eyes was just so easy. A tingling wave of niceness washed over her brain.
"Blair is beneath me, but she is Mistress Kamari's possession. I will use her, but must not mistreat her." The vampire looked up at her pet for just a moment, not for long enough for Dahl to slip out of focus, but long enough to convey genuine warmth. Blair beamed.
"Blair...beneath me... Mistress Kamari's possession...use...must not mistreat..."
"That's how food should behave. Now then, why don't you sleep for a few minutes. Repeat my commands in your dreams, darling." Kamari smiled and winked at her.
"Mhm...zzzzz..." Dahl dozed off within seconds of being given permission.
Kamari watched as her prey drifted off. Knowing she would not wake for several minutes, the red-haired vampire threw back her head and laughed. "AHAHAHA! That was entirely too easy. Ohohoho, hehe!" She wiped a tear from her eye, then twirled over to Blair to plant a peck on her cheek. "I have to say Blair, you're a wonderfully smooth talker. It was a joy to watch you work."
The pet blushed, averting her eyes shyly. But then she returned Kamari's passionate gaze. She also put one hand up and pointed to her mouth, down her throat.
"Oh, you want your reward now? I don't blame you." Kamari undid the fastener around her waist and slid her pants off. She then straddled the couch and placed her crotch on Blair's face. "Reward coming in three. Two. One."
A spray of golden piss erupted from the vampire's pussy, and Blair hungrily drunk down gulp after gulp after ice-cold gulp.
...
I woke up to find my head resting on Blair's thighs. Looking up, I saw she seemed to be passed out, leaning against the couch with a blissful expression on her face.
"Oh, are we awake now? Don't get up, darling." Mistress Kamari stood over me, smiling somewhat playfully. Her hair was no longer done up in buns. It was down, and not very tidy. But it was an attractive look.
"Mistress Kamari. <3" I felt myself blushing slightly. "Are you going to feed on me, now?" Please say yes.
"Yes, I am. I've fed fairly recently, but any self-respecting vampire always has room for new tastes." She tapped my left nipple with her pointer finger. The pressure was just enough for me to feel it.
"Oh my. That's charming. <3" I gulped and nodded, then started to unbutton my top.
I had my blazer open and had gotten the top three buttons undone on my blouse before her hand gently touched my own, stopping me. "Don't be so hasty, darling. All meals, you see, must be cooked." Mistress Kamari had her normal shirt and vest top on, but her cape was draped over a chair and she was definitely bottomless. There was a lot to see there. "*sigh* Stare if you must. You can stay right there, I'll have you ready soon enough."
"Okay, Mistress Kamari. <3" I nodded, settling in and leaning back into Blair's thighs.
Mistress Kamari climbed onto the couch and swung her leg over my head, straddling my face in one smooth, practiced motion. I couldn't see what happened next, but I heard the distinct sound of fabric ripping. There was also a draft down low - I guess she had ripped open my skirt? I remembered I was wearing plain white cloth panties and blushed again. "Hm, quite plain. Well, no matter. Food!"
She was talking to me. "Yes, Mistress Kamari?" My voice was slightly muffled by her crotch.
"Arousal makes blood taste sweet, and I am quite the sweet tooth. I'm going to have some fun with your naughty little hole, and while I do that, I expect you to service me in return." She pressed her vagina firmly against my mouth, and it became abundantly clear we were now sixty-nining.
I stretched my tongue out and licked tentatively at the edges of Mistress Kamari's slit. There was a vaguely salty taste. She seemed to be a little wet already.
Her hand reached down and slid my panties off. She began to trace her nails around the edge of my petals, not quite scratching them.
"Mmm, hn. Oh!" The touch was very pleasant, not as sexual as I might have expected. I was distracted for a moment, but then I remembered I should be licking. "Hmbf, *laplap*, *lick*, *slorp*, mmmFF!"
One finger gently plunged into my slit. I felt proud to show off how wet I was for her. This kind of red-hot physical exhilaration was a first for me. "My oh my, there's a lake down here. Another natural wonder of the region, I suppose." I could feel her grinning.
"Mmmbh. *licklick* Aggff!" I used my hands to hold her slit open, and stuck my tongue in deeper. Her flesh was cold, even inside, but the juices resting within each fold were very much delicious.
"Hehe, you seem pretty hungry yourself, darling. Go ahead, just like that. By the way, you might want to brace for," *BRAPPPP*! "Oh, nevermind."
"MMMMMFFFF!! <3" A loud, noxious fart exploded into my face. And I inhaled through my nostrils. Mistress Kamari's scent was nauseating, addictive, overwhelming. My tongue flailed around, gasping for breath, and I caught on a little lump of flesh inside her hole.
"Hn. I see you found my exquisite clit. You may focus on it, if you like." She adjusted her thighs slightly, tightening her grip on my head. I was surprised to realize first hand how powerful those legs were. Even being crushed by her was a gift.
"GAAAAHHH! OH, *lickslurrp*, OH YES! MISTRESS KAMARI!! *slurrrrp*." I wiggled my tongue furiously around her bean and sucked the juices that act produced. It was a virtuous cycle, as they say.
"Hm. You work hard, and you get good results. Yes, I think I, hn, found myself a prime cut of meat on this trip." Mistress Kamari had her fingers so deep they seemed to be digging out my soul through my vagina. She brought her own tongue down and stuck it into that whirling morass. My flesh groaned under the strain, and my brain burned with ecstatic bliss.
"Ah, hnn, OH! I'b so closheeeEE!!" The words were muffled, but it was true that I was right at my limit. I could tell. Just another few moments of this electrifying edge, and...
But then, as suddenly as she had mounted me, Mistress Kamari withdrew. My love juice was covering her mouth, but she soon wiped it off with her scarlet handkerchief.
I was left looking up at her with looked up at her watery eyes. "Wh, why, mistress?"
Her lips curled upwards into a hungry smile. "You're ready to be taken. Remove your shirt. You won't need to put it back on."
"Yes. <3" I nodded enthusiastically. Buttons went flying as I ripped off my shirt. Buttons went flying. I lifted up my bra, also unfortunately plain white fabric, to bare my breasts for her.
Mistress Kamari got on one knee and leaned over. Her majestic fangs were bared - up close, they were thrillingly sharp. She dove in and sank her fangs into my left breast.
"Ngg, AHHHH!! OHHHHH!! <3 <3" Electric jolts of pleasure shot through me as she took what was rightfully hers. I was screaming with raw, unrestrained delight.
...After what felt like hours, Mistress Kamari finished biting into me. She stood up with blood that I guess was mine dripping from her fangs. Glowing, she licked her lips dry and sat down on a nearby chair. "You now have permission to bring yourself to climax. Entertain me."
And so I did. Like good food should.
...
Once I was done, the afterglow took a while to fade. I became dimly aware of how wet and shredded my skirt was. Even as the fog was starting to thin for me, Blair had yet to wake up. That reminded me of something I had been wondering about. Mistress Kamari was still bottomless, but had donned her cape once again. She was now seated in a chair nearby with her crossed legs just barely concealing her love hole. The sight would've been enough to give me a nosebleed if I had higher blood pressure. I faced towards her. "Mistress Kamari, may I ask a question?"
She rested her head against one arm lazily, like someone who had had too much to eat. "Mmm? Yes, you may."
"I get that Blair is a demihuman of some kind, and that she's been given the honor of being made into your pet. But there's still something I don't understand. Why doesn't she talk when you're around?" I'd been wondering about that one since last night.
She smiled, glancing over at her sleeping pet. "Blair is spoken for, as it were. We have a rule that she is not to speak when I'm around to speak for her. Also, it's fair to say my adorable kitten is more than a little bit shy. You'd never know it from how she talks so calmly with others, but the way she buries herself in my arms whenever she's had to book a room or schedule a meeting tells me all I need to know."
"You're kind, Mistress Kamari. I'm happy to have been food for you. <3" This woman deserved my worship. It was only right.
"I think you'll find I can be quite cruel as well." She cackled. "You'll have more opportunity to see yourself, of course, when you accompany me back to my estate." It was not a question. "Blair has already sewn up a new outfit for you. When she wakes up, you'll get changed and make your preparations to leave."
"Understood. Thank you, Mistress Kamari. <3" I can't imagine being happier to have someone sweep me off my feet and take me away.
~END~
