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The look in her eyes could only be described as hungry and dark. Which is weird considering they had just had lunch, and she hadn’t heard any distressing news.
She hoped that she hadn’t done anything to make Rhea mad, but with how she was looking at her… She didn’t hold any hope. Pity, they had the sleepover planned for that night, but now, if it happens, it will just be awkward silences on my end and death glares from hers.
The girl still couldn’t help but blush as her friend kept ‘glaring’ at her. She sighed as she realized she pissed her friend off and got her period all in the same day. Fucking curses all in one day.
Her behavior stayed anxious as she picked up a one sided conversation with her friend, babbling about everything under the sun. When she accidentally spewed out those same exact words, she winced and flinched a bit at the look her friend adapted.
Only to perk back up at the whispered comment, that was noticeably accompanied by her friend’s mood picking back up with a smirk on her lips.
The setting sun definitely hurried the need to get back to her house, but she slowed down instead. Our world had a weird mixture of creatures in it–vampyres, werewolves, witches, etc.- and yet the world had come to a consensus about them. Only after decades of genocide of course, but all sides had done morally ambiguous stuff and yet all sides agreed to put it behind them for the sake of their futures, for their children.
Now, vampyres could get blood from special markets- fully volunteered of course, with vegan options. Some decided to feed from friends, and some just got a farm and drank from animals.
It was such a common thing that no one freaked out when they emulated the movies and dramatically spoke about feeding.
The wolves weren’t violent unless someone reacted violently first. Of course, this was only found out after centuries of misconceptions, but better late than never.
I realize that I'm nervously picking at my woolen sweater and shut my mouth as I realize I had been mumbling my thoughts again. My entire face must resemble a tomato as Rhea just rolls her eyes at me and holds my hands so I can shamefully keep my head down.
We sadly arrived at her house sooner than expected, and I almost died at how quickly we had got there. I am not ready to have another talk about how I mess everything up.
My boyfriend already gave me one when he– Oh yeah. Sorry mind, my ex-boyfriend. That's why we were having this best friend day in the first place.
Rhea had opened the door and guided us to her room. She sits down on her bed and turns to me as my eyes start to water. Her ironset eyes softened once more and she opened her arms to me as the water works finally fell.
Everything after that is an emotionally fueled blur.
Yet, she still wondered why Rhea had whispered that she couldn’t wait to get home and have a meal from the source. She had figured out that Rhea was a vampyre, but as far as she knew, she also didn’t have any other friends that could act as her source.
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Rhea went ahead and poured some alcohol for the friend she invited into her house. She had calmed down from her earlier hysterics, only for Rhea to send her back into them when she reminded her that she could finally have sex with her.
It wasn’t really a surprise, she was bi, Rhea was a lesbian. They had only figured out that they were attracted to each other after she had started dating her earlier ex, so they made a promise to do it if they ever broke up.
It was of course said in that joking way all friends joked like, but Rhea figured it was better for her mind to be on having sex with her rather than the breakup. What she wasn’t expecting was for her to give in.
Or was she?
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No one expected the start of their relationship would start with one drunk and the other drinking.
Rhea couldn’t help but moan in delight at the flow of arousal and blood that went into her mouth. She had always smelt amazing, but she didn’t think she would ever get to taste it. After that she couldn’t think, not with the scents assaulting her nose, the taste assaulting her tongue, and the delicious sounds that were reaching her ears.
Tongue-fucking the other was only made easier with the vampyre’s elongated tongue, and it was made more pleasurably by the multiple tongue piercing she had. She found the spot and continuously pressed it, massaging it until the other was both cursing and praising her name in the same breaths.
The startled yell from her and the gush of arousal on her tongue was the only indicator of orgasm, but the whimpers of over-stimulation afterward sure as hell reinforced the message. Rhea pulled back and gave her a tiny break, large enough to get her strap on and find a vibe to get off to, of course.
However, the second she pushed in, the barely concealed moans and mews of pleasure were back. The broken sounds falling from her lips as natural as a lion hunts. Pistoning her hips, hitting that spot directly just to see her eyes roll back into her head, hands uselessly gripping the sheets as she’s brought closer and closer to her second release.
Rhea leans over her and cups her breasts, playing with her nipples, while her mouth distractedly suckles hickies into her neck. Marking her and teasing herself all at the same time, getting closer and close to that sweet nectar.
She finally sinks her fangs into her throat, only for her bed-mate to seize up and squirt around her. She moans as her eyes glaze over in pleasure, the vibrator helping to bring her over, but the blood being the main source of pleasure.
She exits all the while murmuring praises. She looks down at the woman spread across her bed, boneless from pleasure, a pleased and dazed look on her face.
Fondness fills her as she gets up to grab a rag. It will serve as cleanup until the other woman sobers up enough to take a shower.