Girls Who Bite

by Delilah Devlin

  “It’s just after midnight,” Krista said, raising her arm to glance at her watch, but it was 6:30 A.M. “What the…?”

  When she glanced back up, the woman was gone. Krista darted a glance at the exhibit. The woman was falling back into the coffin, as though in slow motion, her hair and gown billowing, then settling around her.

  Krista dipped beneath the velvet ropes surrounding the exhibit, ignoring the twinge in her hip, and climbed onto the platform. She bent over the woman as she clasped her hands over her stomach. Their gazes locked for a moment, and then life left the vampire’s eyes.

  She lay still. Silent.

  Krista cupped her fingers beneath the woman’s nose. No breath. Her chest lay unmoving. She touched her lips. Hard and cold.

  Drawing back, she gazed down. “But you didn’t tell me your name.”

  The next night, Krista arrived at 6:15 P.M. “You’re late,” the manager said, frowning.

  “Sorry about that. Got caught in traffic.” A lie, but she didn’t want to admit she’d fought a battle with herself that she’d lost. When she’d rolled out of bed, her hand had gone to the phone, ready to quit. She’d even punched the numbers to the office, but she’d hesitated.

  She’d convinced herself she’d imagined the whole thing. A drug-induced dream. Then she’d dumped her meds into the toilet. Last night couldn’t be real.

  Still, once the door closed behind her, she headed straight to the horror exhibits. Everything was just as it had been. The woman stretched out in the coffin, unmoving, looking as waxy pale as any other life-sized wax figure.

  However, this wax doll was different. Every detail perfect from the fine, feminine down on her cheeks and sparse nose hairs to the girly parts no visitor to the museum would ever see.

  She’d cupped the front of the vampire hunter’s crotch and found it smooth. The artist hadn’t bothered to create genitalia where it would be hidden beneath clothing. When she’d played with the vampire’s silk bodice, plucking it to peer beneath the fabric, she’d found perfectly rendered nipples—painted a lovely, rosy pink. Feeling like a perv, she’d backed off the platform before she’d given into the urge to check beneath the figure’s skirt.

  Hours rolled by and nothing happened. Disappointment weighed down her shoulders. Part of her had wanted last night’s experience to be real. Not just because she didn’t want to be crazy, but because she wanted to see the woman again. She glanced at her watch. It was almost midnight. Krista had a thought and pulled her notepad from her pocket. She’d heard the “rats” for the first time just after midnight.

  Maybe that was it.

  Afraid and anxious, she climbed onto the platform and approached the coffin. She knelt beside it, glancing up at the figure of the vampire hunter with the stake clutched in his hand. “What’s it feel like to wake every night staring up at that?”

  “Frightening.”

  Krista shot a glance to the woman whose eyes were open, red light flashing in her pupils before it faded.

  “You came back,” the woman said, her voice soft and lyrical.

  “I’m not some guy who pees his pants over a little thing like talking to a vampire.”

  The woman stretched her arms high and sighed. “It was nice. Waking up to see you instead of him,” she said, wrinkling her nose at the figure poised above them both.

  “What’s your name?” Krista blurted, then felt heat creep across her cheeks.

  “Mina. Yours?”

  “Krista.”

  Mina held out her hand and Krista grasped it. The hand was cold, but warming fast inside hers. “Let me help you up.” Feeling clumsy, Krista straightened, then reached out to help Mina from the coffin.

  Their gazes locked for a long moment. Then with her cheeks flushing a delicate rose, Mina stepped over the edge and hopped over the ropes to the floor.

  Not nearly as graceful, Krista followed. “I don’t understand something.”

  Mina’s chin lifted. “What do you want to know?”

  “Last night. Time passed quick. One minute it’s just after midnight. But then it’s morning.”

  Mina walked around her, then leaned in from behind, her hands cupping Krista’s shoulders. Her hair brushed the side of Krista’s neck. Lips caressed her there.

  “When I stood behind you yesterday,” Mina whispered, “it wasn’t just for a moment. I drank from you.”

  “Drank. As in you sucked my blood? Why didn’t I feel it?”

  “I wanted to linger. I bespelled you.”

  “Bespelled? As in, you cast a spell?”

  “Not like a witch’s chant, but more of a suggestion as I fed.”

  “Five hours worth? You need a bigger straw.”

  Mina chuckled, her warm breath gusting against Krista’s ear. “No. I did other things too.”

  “What other things?”

  A gray blur whooshed around her.

  Mina stood close to Krista’s chest. Her gaze fell. “I was curious about you.” When she looked up, amusement glinted in her eyes. “I took out your notebook with your scribbles about rats.”

  “Reading that wouldn’t take hours.”

  “I opened your shirt.”

  Krista’s breath caught.

  “When I pushed up the binding—”

  “It’s called a sports bra.”

  “When I pushed up the sports bra to see your breasts, I had to play with them.”

  “Was I a zombie while you did this?”

  “You stood still, but you moaned when I touched you here,” she said, rubbing a finger against her shirt, right above her nipple.

  The nipple sprang, beading tightly.

  Mina plucked it with her fingers, then leaned closer and bit the tip poking through the cotton with her smaller, human-sized teeth.

  Krista rocked on her heels, drawing a quick, sharp breath between pursed lips. “You couldn’t have spent hours doing… that.”

  “There was more.” Mina toyed with the waist of Krista’s pants, tucking a finger inside the waistband and pulling her closer. “I pushed down your pants and your white panties. I tasted you there, then had to taste again and again. You came when I allowed it. Gasping. You cried when I finished. I bit you here,” Mina said, rubbing a finger in the crease between thigh and labia.

  “Now I know you’re telling a story. I don’t cry during sex.”

  Mina cocked her head and gave a wicked smile. “You did for me.”

  Krista caught the hand rubbing between her folds and pulled it away. She stepped back. “You can’t do that again.”

  The vampire clasped her hands together over her narrow waist. She cleared her throat. “Which part?” she asked softly. “Feed?”

  Krista dragged in a deep breath, decision already made. “You can’t make me forget.”

  Mina’s features tightened. “But you would feel pain.”

  “I won’t mind.”

  Mina shook her head. “You say that now.”

  “Again, I’m not some boy who’s gonna pee his pants.”

  Mina’s gaze dropped away.

  “How often do you have to do that?”

  “Feed?”

  “Yes.”

  “At least once a week, or I get cranky,” she said, with a crooked smile.

  “Which is why the guards only lasted a week.”

  A dark winged brow arched. “You checked?”

  “Of course. Not that I was sure any of this was real. But if it was, I wanted to understand. And now, since you denied me that knowledge…”

  “You want me to take you now? Do it again, so that you know what you missed?”

  Krista swallowed hard. “I don’t want blood on my clothes.”

  Mina’s pinched expression eased. “I wish we had a bed.”

  “The Marilyn exhibit—”

  “Is in another hall. I can’t leave this one.”

  “Why?”

  Mina shook her head. “I just can’t.”

  Krista blew out a deep breath as she th
ought about the problem. “There’s a recliner in the employees’ lounge. I’ll be right back. You’ll still be here?”

  “I won’t go anywhere. I can’t.”

  Krista sped through the museum, marveling at the spurt of energy and her ease of movement. Her injury, for once, didn’t consume her thoughts. She wrestled the brown vinyl chair onto a handcart and rolled it into Mina’s hall. “If we keep it on the cart…”

  “I understand.”

  Krista blinked and Mina was already sitting on an arm of the chair. She grinned. “I could get used to that.”

  “Looks like you have already.” Mina patted the seat. “After you’ve undressed.”

  Well, Mina had already checked her out while she was zombi-fied. Must not have been too disappointed. Krista shucked her utility belt, hanging it on a branch of the gnarled tree. She toed off her shoes, unbuckled her uniform trousers, then stripped off her shirt and pants. Standing in her underwear, she blew out a deep breath, then unsnapped her bra and let it slide down her arms.

  Mina’s gaze dropped to her chest, then lifted. Again, she arched a delicate brow.

  The white panties went faster. She knew what she looked like: tall, boyish athletic build with straight shoulders, a narrow waist and a small round bottom; a far cry from Mina’s feminine curves.

  Mina patted the seat again. “Sit that pretty little butt right here, Officer Pike.”

  The fake leather was cold under her cheeks, but the look in Mina’s eyes as she slid over Krista’s lap, straddling her thighs, melted her core. Hunger burned in her dark gaze.

  Mina went to work, pulling at the petticoats bunched between them until the last thin cotton layer was removed. Steamy, naked pussies aligned.

  Mina leaned closer, her mouth so close to Krista’s that her breaths brushed Krista’s lips like a caress. “Want something else to feel while I taste?”

  Krista nodded, her tongue glued to the roof of her mouth.

  Mina gave her a wicked smile and pulled the ruffled edge of her blouse below her breasts to tuck into the top of her corset.

  Krista’s mouth watered in an instant at the sight of her ample breasts with their perfect, pink areolas. The tips were just beginning to spike. Eagerly, Krista raised her hands and palmed them both, hefting the mounds, then sliding a thumb over the nubs. They were small, but growing harder.

  Mina cupped the back of one Krista’s hands, trapping it against her. “Want it?”

  “Yeah, I do. Right here in my mouth.”

  Mina let go and leaned over Krista, her hands flattening on the cushion at either side of Krista’s head. She aimed her breast, rubbing the tip along Krista’s lower lip.

  Krista snaked out her tongue and lapped the swollen bead. Then she latched on to it, sucking it, pulling with her lips until Mina thrust her hand into her hair and held her there. She feasted on that warm, hardening nub, rubbing it, teething it gently. Then she backed away, staring at the reddened tip. “I want something, before you take that bite.”

  “Anything, Krista.” Mina gasped and arched her back, rubbing her pussy on Krista’s mound. “I’m feeling generous.”

  Krista reached for the lever at the side of the chair, raised the foot, then clutched the arms and pushed the back until it lay nearly flat. She scooted down, sliding beneath Mina. “I want you to strip, then turn around and put your pussy on my mouth.”

  “But we’ll topple the chair.”

  “Not if you don’t move too much. Balance yourself.” She helped Mina strip away the layers of fabric, then turn. She held her hips while her round ass lifted and Mina scooted clumsily back.

  The chair rocked. They both held still. Then Mina giggled. “I’ll have to move lower.”

  “Lie down over me. Spread your legs wide—hang them over the sides if you have to. I want that cunt on my mouth.”

  The bottom in front of her face inched back. Mina’s hands landed on Krista’s knees, and she stretched out to distribute her weight. She spread her legs, and her pussy landed on Krista’s chest.

  Krista stuck her arms beneath Mina’s thighs and tugged her higher. Mina was spread, at her mercy, her pussy on Krista’s chin.

  Krista slid her fingers in the creases between thighs and labia and rubbed up and down. The sex-slick lips parted, pulling the pink inner petals open, exposing her entrance.

  Krista ducked her chin and rubbed her lips all over the thickened outer labia, smoothing kisses north and south, nuzzling into Mina’s sex to draw in the vampire’s fragrant musk.

  Her own body was wound so tight, so hard. Her nipples ached and her sex was juicy and making lush, wet sounds. She scissored her thighs together, rubbing them and her labia. Then she eased them open beneath Mina, who was rubbing her cheek on her thigh.

  “You can’t bite. Not until I say so,” Krista rasped.

  “Who knew you’d be the mean one?” Mina dug her chin between her folds.

  Krista curved two fingers and thrust them into Mina while she licked at the bottom of her folds, lapping over the tiny hood. She twisted the digits, tunneling them inside, then pulling away, digging in again and again until Mina’s buttocks tightened, and she pumped her hips up and down, giving Krista more sensory delight than she could stand.

  She grabbed a buttock and pinched it, then smacked it with her open palm while continuing to lick and suck and thrust.

  Arousal seeped from Mina, and Krista licked it up, rubbing her tongue in the creamy film. She cupped four fingers together, curving them, then pushed them into Mina, who stiffened for a moment before undulating.

  Mina’s entire body shuddered. Her pussy gave moist, lewd caresses as it clenched around Krista’s fingers. Mina sank deeper between Krista’s legs to tongue her folds.

  The sounds, the heavy scent of Mina’s steamy cunt, the feel of her from the inside—hot and raw and lush—pushed Krista over the edge. She climaxed, giving a muffled cry. “Now, now, Mina!”

  Sharp stings, like being gouged by an ice pick, halted Krista’s orgasm. She bucked and writhed, trying to escape the bite, but Mina held firm, her hands pushing Krista’s knees flat.

  Krista dug in her heels, vibrating against the pain, her head digging into the upholstered squabs as she hissed between her teeth.

  She’d sliced her, on either side of her cunt, digging her fangs into the creases as she squeezed her thighs together, her lower jaw biting her labia, not piercing, but clamping to hold her still.

  Krista became aware of other sensations. Those lower teeth began to chew, gently. Lips suctioned against her, pulling her blood from other parts of her body, straight to her cunt in a thrilling, icy-hot rush. Her clit swelled, becoming achingly hard. A finger tapped it, then tapped it again—and just that quickly, Krista was there again, riding that rollercoaster, taking the deep bend then soaring high, pushing her pussy against Mina’s mouth, begging her silently to take more and more.

  But Mina disengaged, panting over her ravaged cunt.

  Krista was breathing hard, her chest weighed down by Mina’s ass, reminding her of the glorious gift parked an inch from her mouth. She licked her, cunt to asshole, a long wet slide of tongue that was followed by another and another until Mina keened and ground her pussy on Krista’s mouth.

  Krista suckled Mina’s clit, pulling on the tiny erect nub, pulling hard enough to stretch it and get her lips around the base. Then she didn’t let go, teething it, licking the tip with her tongue inside her mouth, until Mina sobbed and quivered, stiffened, then slowly collapsed in a wet puddle.

  “Hey. C’mon over here,” Krista whispered.

  Mina lifted her head, turned. Her eyes glowed red and stayed that way.

  Krista should have been frightened by the wild, feral glance. Instead she opened her arms.

  When Mina snuggled against her chest, her nose nuzzling her neck, Krista didn’t give a shit whether Mina took another bite to finish her or not.

  There were worse things than dying.

  Not having Mina again might be that on
e thing worse.

  “So, explain why you can’t leave this place,” Krista asked Mina three days later.

  Her lover stirred inside her arms, rubbing her cheek against her breast like a kitten rooting at her mother’s teat. Her tongue gave the wet nipple beside her mouth another slippery swipe. “I’m trapped.”

  “By whom?”

  “Your manager. Asshole has a grudge. And a terrible sense of humor.”

  Krista tugged a long lock of Mina’s hair. “How can I help? How can I free you?”

  “You’ve already done so much for me. I haven’t been happier in forever.” She sighed and slid her thighs to either side of Krista’s hips, sliding deeper on the dildo Krista had strapped to the harness she’d worn beneath her uniform, a surprise that had delighted Mina to no end.

  Mina’s blissful expression as she rocked forward and back didn’t end Krista’s inquiry. They’d spent aimless nights in each other’s arms, but this night before Mina had awoken, Krista had been taunted with thoughts of more. She bracketed Mina’s naked hips to halt her gentle motions. “How are you trapped?

  “I must sleep above the dirt I was buried in.”

  Krista’s glance shot to the exhibit and the mound of dirt beside the deep grave.

  “Not that dirt. He wouldn’t make it that easy.”

  Krista forced Mina off her, ignoring the snarl and the flash of teeth. Mina liked to posture, and might well be vicious if provoked, but she liked it even better when Krista took charge.

  Krista removed the dildo. “Sorry, babe. You’re gonna have to do better than that. Show me.”

  They climbed onto the platform. Mina bent beside the pit and pointed toward the bottom. “Beneath that layer of dirt is a manhole. Beneath that is a welded grating. The dirt’s under it, too deep to scoop it up.”

  Krista slid into the hole and tapped the bottom with her feet until she heard a hollow-sounding thud. She knelt and brushed away the dirt. The manhole was unremarkable. She lifted her chin to Mina. “I know you’re strong. Get your ass down here and lift this.”

  Mina’s mouth twisted, but she jumped over the edge, thrust a finger through the hole and pried open the heavy iron covering. Just as she’d said, a metal grate covered a deeper hole beneath it. Krista reached over the grave’s edge for her utility belt, snagged her flashlight and shone it down into the hole. “It’s about six feet down.”