When they arrived at the penthouse, Martina had gone to get them some drinks from the bar. Because the party was crowded, the only place to have a conversation was the balcony. They pulled a couple of chairs close, made themselves comfortable, and kept their conversation as light as they could. They didn’t want to rush it, nor did they want to talk shop and spoil the moment
After a couple more cocktails, Martina made her intentions known by leaning in slowly to kiss Jemima on the lips. That was when the inexplicable happened. After the chaste kiss, Martina was about to sip her drink when her teeth suddenly made hard contact with the glass. Startled by the loud clink, they looked at the each other. Martina then touched her front tooth to find it chipped by the impact. Worried, Jemima volunteered to take Martina to a nearby all-night clinic. Martina, already a bit tipsy, ran her tongue over the affected area and declared that it wasn’t that bad and that she could see her dentist the next morning. The event placed a slight damper on the night, but they managed to continue enjoying the party—but not for long.
After a few more drinks, Martina led Jemima out to the dance floor. Holding each other very close, they started to sway to the beat of the music. With every slow brush of Martina’s hips against hers, Jemima’s desire stirred. Halfway through the dance, which she was truly enjoying, Martina suddenly started to scratch herself. The itch began first at her neck and then quickly escalated until the brunette almost tore off her top to in a frantic attempt to reach itching body parts. Her bizarre actions spooked everybody. Before Jemima could react, Martina rushed out of the apartment. Concerned, Jemima followed, but by the time she reached the pavement, Martina had already hailed a cab and was gone.
Brought back to the present by Tahlia’s hand on her elbow, Jemima quickly blinked to find they had reached her bedroom. Suddenly shy at how to proceed, she turned to look at the tall vampire. She found Tahlia looking at her with a gentle smile.
“We will move at your pace, little one. I have already waited so long to claim you that waiting a while longer is not going to make a difference.”
Jemima realized Tahlia had given her an out. However, as she looked up into the unbelievably beautiful face of Tahlia, she knew that everything was going to be okay: if she wanted just to be held tonight, Tahlia was more than willing to snuggle. While Jemima was still gazing at Tahlia, the dark woman lifted her hand and with a flick of her wrist, the door to Jemima’s bedroom swung open. Alarmed, the blonde looked from the opened door to Tahlia and back. This is so creepy.
“Do you want me to stop doing that in your presence?” Tahlia asked softly.
“Would you?” Jemima’s eyes held the dark ones. She wanted to make sure her question hadn’t offended Tahlia.
“For you, yes.”
“Do…do you use your powers a lot?” Jemima nervously flicked her tongue over her lips. “I mean, do you always open doors that way?”
“Sometimes.”
“How do you decide when to use your powers and when not to?” She paused. “Am I asking too many questions?” She saw the black eyes look calmly at her as Tahlia shook her head.
“No, I want you to ask questions because I know this is a big adjustment for you. To answer your question, I am not always conscious of when I use my powers.”
When Tahlia suddenly smiled, Jemima felt her knees almost turn to jelly.
“Believe it or not, vampires do get lazy sometimes. I guess that is when we, or rather I, revert to using my power.”
Jemima cocked her head slightly to the side. “You just awakened. Does that mean you’re still a little lethargic after your nap and that’s why you used your power to open the door?”
Tahlia’s sheepish look amazed Jemima. It looked rather alien on the usually confident Tahlia, but it was cute to see.
“I was simply trying to impress you,” Tahlia admitted.
“You wanted to impress little old me? Wow, you just have to look at me, speak to me, stand close to me, or smile at me, and I turn to jelly,” Jemima replied. The black eyes had warmed gradually as she was talking, and Jemima lifted her lips to brush a gentle kiss over Tahlia’s soft lips. “I don’t really know the full extent of your powers; but, as impressive as they might be, Tahlia, you are so much more exciting to me.”
The words had barely left her lips before Tahlia captured them in such a tender kiss that her knees buckled. At that moment, Jemima knew she wanted to make love with this dangerously addictive woman. She felt Tahlia pulling her closer to keep her suddenly gooey body from leaking out of Tahlia’s arms and onto floor. The breathtaking kiss continued. When the kiss ended, Jemima’s chest was heaving, while Tahlia stared back at her with a burning intensity.
“I should…remember what I’ve…said to you…” Jemima gasped. “Because I love the reaction…it has on you.” She leaned into Tahlia and gently ran her knuckles down her cheek.
“I will never forget what you have said. Every time I remember your words, I will go in search of you and kiss you.”
Jemima blinked back tears, looked around, and was surprised to find they were still were standing in the hallway in front of her open door. “Let’s go inside.” She entered the room and turning back, she saw Tahlia carefully close the door.
“It actually looked funny to see you close the door,” Jemima said. “Maybe you should just keep on impressing me with your powers; it befits your position, Your Highness.” She reached out her arms and Tahlia moved into them and held her close in a strong embrace.
“I was so jealous that night of the party that I wanted to make sure nobody else got it in their heads to pick you up for the night.” Tahlia’s embrace tightened. “Martina was messing with my woman, and I had to get her out of the picture,” Tahlia whispered.
“You! You did that to Martina?” Jemima pulled out of the embrace and shook her head.
Tahlia didn’t look guilty or show any remorse. The black eyes simply stared back into her eyes, impassively.
“But I had a few short relationships at school. Why didn’t you interfere then?”
Tahlia bent her head and gently flicked her tongue over Jemima’s lips. “You and your girlfriends were just fumbling in the dark. An adult relationship is a different issue. I have been your first real lover for more than two thousand years. I was not going to let some big-breasted, lusty woman spoil your first true experience.” Tahlia swung her up in her arms and carried her to the bed. “I have fantasized about lying next to you on that bed for so long. Please indulge me.”
Jemima nodded. As soon as Tahlia laid her down on the bed, Jemima reached out and pulled her over. Tahlia’s lips pressed against her, and, groaning at the sensation, Jemima parted her lips to accept Tahlia’s tongue. The kiss deepened quickly, and Jemima felt as if Tahlia was burrowing deep into her soul with the hypnotic strokes of her tongue inside her mouth. She sighed softly when she felt Tahlia’s hand creep up to her breast. When the fingers reached the gentle swell of her breast, Tahlia surprised her. She broke the kiss abruptly and stared at Jemima as if asking for permission to continue. Jemima swallowed hard and nodded—Tahlia was intoxicating. Yes, I want this. I want you to conquer my body tonight and claim my heart and soul at the same time.
†
Tahlia looked down at the thin white shirt that was between her and the firm, high breasts of Jemima. She almost growled with impatience as she noted the row of buttons running down the front. So eager to get to Jemima’s breasts, she considered ripping the shirt open. Instead, she clenched her teeth and quickly popped the buttons one by one to expose a tanned and flat stomach ribbed by muscled abs. I'm going to enjoy kissing each and every one of those muscles before dawn breaks.
She rubbed her hand over the abs, making Jemima gasp. Her hand moved further up to the beautiful breasts and she cradled one in her palm and marveled at the perfect fit that was full and soft, just as she remembered. She gently skimmed her thumb over the hard nipple and smiled when she heard another gasp. She slowly bent her dark head and sucked a ni
pple into her warm mouth.
“Oh!” Jemima exclaimed softly.
Tahlia sucked a bit harder on the nipple while sorting quickly through Jemima’s memory. Satisfied she’d found the perfect one, she brought the scene to the foreground and shared it with Jemima...
It was the year 1815. A host of candles shed their light on the big Turkish bath in the centre of the room. Two servant girls soundlessly moved about the room as they lit even more candles around the bath. Except for the servants, she was alone in the room, but she could sense her close by. With quick bows, the servants left the room and closed the door behind them. Almost immediately, a cloud of mist appeared from out of nowhere and solidified into the body of her tall, dark lover.
The Vampire stepped closer, and the smoldering midnight black eyes rested on the woman lounging lazily in a low curved chaise.
“You took your sweet time getting here, my love." The blonde looked arrogantly at her lover with a heavy frown. Tahlia was dressed in tight black pants and a flowing white silk shirt. Her shorter hair curled into her neck with an unruly lock falling over her forehead. She impatiently pushed it back as her intense gaze held the blue-eyed one of the other woman. There was a slight tightening around her eyes as her lips curled in faint amusement.
She walked over and pulled the blonde to her feet, crushing her soft lips with hers. “Do you really think your title as the Duchess of Bellingham intimidates me, Jessica?” Not waiting for a reply, Tahlia took the woman’s head in her large hands, tilted it backward, and pushed her tongue deep into the other woman’s mouth. After the kiss ended, Tahlia gently pushed the woman away from her. They were both shaking a little, a sign of their mutual pleasure.
“I want you to punish me for my arrogance, my love,” Jessica whispered. She moved closer to Tahlia and started to rub herself against the vampire’s tall frame.
With one flick of Tahlia’s hand, they both were naked and Jessica went to lie on the slumber chaise next to the steaming bath, her legs spread wide and falling off the edges of the chair. Tahlia didn’t hesitate and knelt between Jessica’s shapely legs. Using her fingers she opened the soft fleshy lips, which covered her lover’s pulsating sex. Jessica softly moaned when Tahlia’s hungry lips clamped down on her throbbing nub and started to suck. Tahlia teased the woman mercilessly as she dragged out her pleasure.
“I have missed you so much, my darling.” Jessica’s head lolled from side to side.
Tahlia lifted her head suddenly and looked in the passion-glazed blue eyes. She gently pushed a few sweaty strands of blonde hair from her lover’s face, her black eyes overflowing with love for her soul mate. “I love you, my angel.” Her eyes trailed over the beautiful face of the woman who was the keeper of her heart. “I have a surprise for you.” Tahlia stood and moved into the shadows. When she stepped back into the candle light, a long thick phallus jutted from between her muscled legs.
Tahlia smiled at Jessica’s reaction. The blonde’s teeth bit down on her lower lip, her blue eyes smoldering with lust.
“I have heard that such a thing existed, but I never thought I would see one. Come over here and show me how it works.”
Tahlia grinned, allowing her fangs to show as she went over to the chaise to kneel between the Jessica’s legs. Her eyes fixed on Jessica as she gently pushed forward, watching as Jessica’s eyes grew wider and wider still as she lovingly claimed her. She moved as slowly as she possibly could and Tahlia gasped when Jessica suddenly reached out, grabbed her backside with both her hands, and pulled her hips down, forcing her deeper into her writhing body.
Jemima groaned when the mental link was abruptly broken. Tahlia’s gaze locked with Jemima’s when the blonde opened her eyes.
“From here onwards we create our own memories, little one.” Tahlia grinned lasciviously when she felt a thrill dart through Jemima’s body. “I want you so much, my heart. So much it hurts.” With trembling fingers, she traced the soft, sensual curve of Jemima’s lips.
The dark head arched and their lips met in a deep kiss, which left them both trembling with barely controlled desire. Tahlia hissed and arched her back when Jemima pushed her hands under her shirt and traced her spine. Unable to hold back much longer, Tahlia quickly sat back on her knees and wiggled Jemima out of her jeans and panties. With her hand cupping the blonde triangle, she leaned forward and flicked a rose tipped nipple with her tongue. Her hand dipped lower and she groaned when she found Jemima slick and ready. Her long slender fingers dipped slowly into Jemima’s deep, wet channel while her black eyes stared into glittering blue ones.
“You know now how it has been between us for centuries, little one. Do not hold back from me. If you want to scream, then do so. I will make sure that no one interrupts your pleasure.” She slowly extracted her fingers and greedily laved them with her tongue, not even aware that she was humming throatily as she savored her lover’s nectar.
Tahlia sensed her lover’s battle to yield to her ever-increasing need and slowly shook her head. “Not yet. Please do not let it be over before I have had the chance to worship your beautiful body.”
She moved downwards in a sensuous sliding action, her body rubbing over the blonde’s, spreading Jemima’s legs wide. The deep musky scent coming from the heated center of Jemima overwhelmed Tahlia’s extra-sensitive senses and she groaned. Carefully, she plunged her tongue into the opening where her fingers had been a few moments before and smiled darkly when she heard Jemima’s soft cry of pleasure. She tightened her grip on her young lover’s hips and thrust her tongue deeper. Jemima was moaning loudly now, her head thrashing from side to side. The sounds—a symphony familiar to Tahlia’s ears—made her heart constrict with infinite tenderness and a deep love for the mortal being who, at countless times in her long existence, kept the darkness from staining her soul.
Tahlia felt the heat rising between her own legs, and she felt the wetness trailing down her thigh. With her need came the ever-present hunger. She hadn’t fed before she came to see Jemima. Slowly, she sat back and looked into the eyes of her lover. If she continued, she might frighten her beloved and that was not what she wanted to do. She didn’t know how to ask Jemima if she could feed. She saw Jemima raise herself on her elbows and look at her with her heart in her eyes.
“Take what you need from me. I know we have done this so many times before.”
Before Tahlia could say anything, Jemima suddenly smiled.
“But in return, I want you to do something for me too.”
Curious, Tahlia lifted her eyebrows questioningly. “What more could I possibly offer you, my darling, that I have not pledged to you already?”
Jemima grinned when she saw Tahlia’s eyes darken even further, a primal look flashing. The thought of this dark and dangerous woman overpowering her with her animalistic passion made her whole body tingle with anticipation. She slowly lay back while keeping eye contact with Tahlia. Jemima placed her hand between her own legs and slowly began to rub her center with her fingers. She closed her eyes and groaned softly. The thought of masturbating under the hot gaze of her very sexy lover increased her need. Her other hand crept to her breasts and she pinched one of her nipples hard as her mouth opened in a long, drawn out groan. The moan died on her lips and her startled eyes flew open when she felt Tahlia pick her up and hold her over a naked lap. The dark woman leaned back slightly, scissoring their legs so their mounds pressed tightly against each other. For a moment, they gyrated feverishly before finding a mutual rhythm. Jemima threw her head back at the sensation brought about by the intimate touch of her lover’s sex against hers. Their tempo increased until they were both moaning uncontrollably.
“You feel so good…I…I don’t want this to stop. Make it last…please.” Jemima’s blue eyes held Tahlia’s as she gasped words of encouragement.
Tahlia leaned forward and pulled Jemima into a tight embrace before burying her face in the sweaty column of Jemima’s neck. Very close to
her orgasm, Jemima felt the soft sensation of pinpricks in her neck. With another drawn out cry, she tumbled over the edge. Her head was swimming and her body felt like it was floating on air. She came in great gushes of musky liquid and choked screams, shaking like a leaf, her nails digging into Tahlia’s broad shoulders. Drained, she clung to Tahlia as the dark woman gently closed the pinpricks with a flick of her tongue.
Jemima closed her eyes as Tahlia resumed her thrusting. Her own body stiffened in preparation for the pending explosion. Jemima moaned softly when she felt Tahlia’s body start to shake. A long hiss escaped the Vampire Queen’s lips as she threw her head back and closed her black eyes. Her hips jerked sharply for a few moments longer before they stilled.
Tahlia, gasping for breath and sweaty from their vigorous session, sat on the rumpled bed holding Jemima against her. She tried hard not to give in to the tears that threatened. After ninety years, she had forgotten how powerful it felt to share herself like this with her beloved. It was a long while later when Tahlia moved in a fluid movement to stand next to the bed, Jemima’s worn-out body cradled tightly in her arms. With one hand she pulled back the comforter and slid a drowsy Jemima under the covers.
“Where are you going, baby?” Jemima asked sleepily.
Baby. Nobody had called her baby in almost two thousand years and it felt good. She was someone’s baby again. Tahlia bent over as Jemima pulled her closer for a kiss. Their lips met and the flame of passion that sprang to life immediately surprised them both. Her eyes met Jemima’s and they grinned. Tahlia had placed a mental block around her and Jemima while they made love, preventing anyone from disturbing them. She wanted to see if anyone needed her, but she wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to leave Jemima just yet. Not when her body was already screaming for her lover’s again.
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