Aftermath

Finding herself dismissed, and even more startled to find herself actually leaving at his Dagaz's command, Cayla carefully made her way to the bathroom across the hall. Every step taken caused a fresh ripple of pain in her freshly fucked ass, every footstep she made cause her battered rectal muscles to leak a little more cum down the inside of her legs towards to the polished floor below. As slow as her progress was, she managed to eventually make her way towards the door, and found herself wondering just that little bit more how in the hell she'd ended up in the situation she currently found herself in.

'Hit on a pretty girl in a club. Get hot and heavy with her in the bathroom. Get fucked up the ass by her crazy, yet extremely fucking sexy boyfriend.'

Not quite how she had thought her night — scratch that, he'd said she'd been out for a while — last night would have gone. There was no part of her plan that had involved cock, but now that was all she could think of. Dick. His dick more specifically, thrusting into her mouth, and her ass. God, she'd actually spread her cheeks for him like some kind of whore, and worse, she'd loved every moment of it. Cayla felt the heat rush to her cheeks at the though, and a little more rushed to her still dripping pussy. She knew what a terrible sight she must have been, tenderly walking across his apartment practically fucked to within an inch of her life.

But try as she might, she couldn't stop thinking about how good it had felt to have him buried to his balls inside her, and how much she wanted it to happen again. Soon. The idea of that stopped her in her tracks. She wondered what it would be like to have Dagaz take her ass, and have Ava fuck her pussy while he was doing it. Her fingers travelled down to the wetness between her legs and rubbed. She was so sore, but the friction felt exquisite as her hand bumped against her cunt, and she let her thumb rub over her clit in small little circles.

'Fuck, what's happening to me!?'

Not even in her wildest, most uninhibited dream fantasies could she have guessed what was going on, that Dagaz hadn't exactly played fair during their encounter, and that the feelings she currently had towards him were being supernaturally increased. Oh, the expertly delivered ass pounding had been all his own work, save a little added vampire strength, but the overwhelming orgasms that had racked her body had most assuredly been amplified by the blood bond she was unknowingly beginning to develop.

She stood there in the hallway diddling herself, not caring, hoping a little in fact that someone may see her. Her free hand came up to grasp at her tit, and she pulled her own nipple viscously, tugging at the dark flesh between her fingers. But compared to the pain her ass had experienced, what she was doing to herself paled in comparison. She thrust a third finger into herself, trying to simulate some of the fullness she had experienced with Dagaz, but it was no use. She got herself off as best she could, hardly feeling her orgasm as it hit. It just couldn't compare to the ones Dagaz had given her, and she longed to feel him inside her once again.

Her sopping fingers found their way to her mouth, and she savoured the taste of herself before letting her digits slip from her lips and fall towards her hips. Using the wetness left on them, her ass yeilded itself easily, and she pushed them inside. It took little effort, and even less stimulation before another orgasm began to trace its way through her core. It felt so different to her first. So dirty. was it the though of this hole being taken that was turning her on, or the act itself? Either way Cayla could feel the wetness of Dagaz's seed sloshing about around her fingertips, and she massaged it against the tight walls of her ass. Knees trembling, she let her legs buckle beneath under her as she came, crying out her pleasure for all to hear.

However long she sat squirming on the floor she didn't know, but eventually she regained enough of her senses enough to slowly brace her back against the wall. After a few stumbles, it provided enough support for her to find her feet. Not daring to remove her hand from it for fear of falling, Cayla leaned against it as she walked towards the direction she though the bathroom must be in.

Eventually finding it, she set about cleaning herself up. Her discarded clothes had been left crumpled in a heap on the office floor, and she only now realised that she would have to make the trek back across the apartment in the nude to retrieve them.

Letting the water flow, she stepped into the cubicle and began showering slowly, reluctantly scrubbing the smell of sex from her skin. Dagaz had told her to clean herself up, and she so badly didn't want to disappoint him. As the hot water hit her ass, she winced. The heat of the water stung like hell on her raw tush, so she dialled the temperature down until it was practically cold, and allowed the chill to sooth some of the rawness from her behind.

Head tipped skyward, Cayla let the water cascade over her face, and set about removing the last traces of her makeup, and the last of Dagaz's rapidly drying fluids, from her face with a washcloth. With the sound of the water crashing down around her ears from the large waterfall style shower head, she didn't hear the bathroom door open, only becoming aware that someone had been in the room with her when she discovered that a fresh white towel had been thrown over the top of the glass like a flag of surrender.

Grabbing it gratefully, she killed the water and wrapped it around herself as she stepped out surrounded by steam. The mystery of the towel deliverer didn't take long to deduce, the culprit had left a note drawn in the condensation formed on the large mirror that dominated the opposite wall from the shower.

Had fun last night -x-

The delicate, almost spider-like writing somehow didn't seem like it belonged to Dagaz, leaving Ava as the likely intruder. Cayla was glad that she had caused the other woman to have had fun, and a few orgasms to go along with it. She hoped it might take some of the sting out of things when the other woman enviably found out that she had slept with her boyfriend, if that was even the right lable for Dagaz and Ava's seemingly unusual relationship. Did 'slept' even cover what had happened between herself and him earlier? No, she didn't think it did. Not by a long shot. Slept implied a bed in her mind, not bent over a table and fucked within an inch of her life.

That didn't make what had occurred any less fun in her mind though, despite the confusion still running through it. Hugging herself in the cotton towel, and taking care not to let the bottom of it brush against her ass to much as she walked, Cayla exited the bathroom and slowly made the trek back through the apartment towards her clothes.

When she arrived back at the office she found it deserted. The lights were still on, but everything that had been swept to the floor in the heat of passion had been carefully tidied and returned to its rightful place. Dagaz was nowhere to be found though, and neither were the clothes she'd wanted to retrieve from the floor.

'How God-damn immature is this guy!?' she though to herself. What, taking her body hadn't been enough of a victory for him, he'd needed to take her clothes as some kind of juvenile trophy too. Oh, he'd pay for that Cayla swore to herself silently. She was becoming genuinely angry now, determined to tear strips from his hide when she saw him. Tucking the towel that had started to work its was loose tightly back around her bosom, she slammed the office door behind her in frustration so hard the door shook on it's hinges, and made her was back down the stairs seething.

Her indignation soothed a little as the smells of cooking food tickled her nostrils, and she let herself be led towards the room where the sweet smelling aroma was emanating from. Who she found standing cooking was not who she expected to find.

Ava stood at the cooker, quietly humming to herself whilst welding a frying pan in one hand and sprinkling handfuls of ingredients into it with the other. Giving the pan a little shake, Cayla watched transfixed as she flipped what looked remarkably like an omelette into the air and caught it smoothly back again. Her stomach rumbled, reminding her that she hadn't eaten since the previous morning. She'd planned to save on drinks at the club last night by having an empty stomach, plus it had made squeezing into her dress that little easier, but now she could practically feel it rumbling.

Before she managed to pluck up the courage to speak and announce herself Ava turned, slid the omelette from the pan to a plate, and motioned at her.

"Sit." she said. "Eat."

Cayla found herself being ushered towards a breakfast bar by a woman who stood almost half a head shorter than her, yet was too hungry to protest. She sat as directed, visibly wincing as the cold metal seat hit her ass. She tore into the steaming omelette laid before her with relish, grateful to have something warm to eat. Raising her eyes from her plate for the briefest moment, she watched Ava stroll to the fridge. Pulling a bottle of OJ from the fridge and an ice pack from the cooler, she placed a tall glass of it before Cayla. Motioning her to raise her butt, the blonde slid the ice pack beneath her ass wordlessly.

"How did you know?"

"Educated guess." she said with a knowing smile.

'God she's almost perfect.' Calya thought, finally coming up from her last mouthful of food and taking a breath of air.

"Thank you." She said, taking a long swig of her OJ. It tasted fresh, not store bought, and Cayla wondered if Ava had gone to the trouble of squeezing it just for her. It was a silly, yet pleasant though. "Didn't realise how hungry I was. That was delicious by the way. Where did you learn to cook look that? Have you seen Dagaz? Have you seen my clothes? I'm babbling aren't I?" She fell into a silent embarrassment, her cheeks flushing brightly as the blood ran to them.

Ava flashed her another smile that went so far beyond beautiful it was almost approaching dazzling, and chuckled gently before gracing Cayla with a reply to each of her questions in turn.

"Firstly, you're welcome." Taking the now empty plate from her, Ava carried it over to the sink and dropped it in next to the frying pan she cooked the omelette with. "Secondly," she said as she walked back and sat herself down at the breakfast bar. "No, I haven't seem him. He went out about 15 minutes ago saying he had something important to take care of. Didn't say what, just that he'd be gone for most of the morning and I didn't ask him where. As for your clothes, no I haven't seen them. But we'll find you something to wear until we track them down, OK?"

"So, do you guys do this a lot? Bring strangers back to your home I mean?" The questions popped from her lips before her brain had the chance to take pause and debate if they were the kind of things that she should actually ask her gracious host, especially considering that she was sans clothing, car and much of a clue as to what would happen from here on out? Too late to take it back, and too exhausted to bend it into anything unassuming, she was left with little choice but to ask the rest of what was on her mind. "Shit. Sorry, that was rude of me wasn't it?" The babbled apology earned her another killer smile, and some reassurance in the form of a few more answers.

"Relax. You look nervous enough to throw up." Well, right up until the moment she'd heard that Cayla hadn't, but she sure as hell did now. She fought hard to mellow a little, despite the acidity of the juice now sloshing away in her stomach, and succeeded when Ava placed her hand on hers reassuringly. "Questions are fine. Considering we had literally nothing between us last night, it would be silly to hold back now don't you think?"
Managing a smile of her own, Cayla agreed.

"But no. This isn't something I'd say Dagaz and I make a habit out of, it's a new thing." Ava neglected to mention that was because Dagaz had only recently entered her own life. She'd barely had time to begin to process her own emotions towards him, and was far from qualified to be offering advice about him to others." He's like, uh..." She paused, searching for a fitting word. "Well let's say.. I guess a **** of nature probably describes him best."

"Volatile and unpredictable?" The warmth from the other woman's comforting hand sent tickles of heat along the length of Cayla's arm, each one equally as soothing as the cold the ice pack was that was currently melting beneath her bruised tush. Said tush was actually starting to feel mildy better, in no small part due to the ice, but mainly because unbeknownst to Cayla the drops of blood that Dagaz had fed her earlier had started to infuse through her bruised body. She attributed the lessening pain solely to the ice, the fact that she was unaware of imbibing Vampiric blood did nothing to stop the healing effect it was having on her.

"That," Ava said. "But also gloriously wild and powerful. People kind of just ... uh, what's the right way of saying it?" She paused for a moment, searching die the word she wanted. "Swept. They kinda get swept into his orbit, you know what I mean?

Cayla nodded in agreement, fully aware of what the other woman was trying to describe. From her first moments of encountering Dagaz and Ava, fate seemed like it had been swirling in a riptide against her, doing it utmost to pull her (not totally against her will she had to admit) towards being here with them. But the question remained, would she be able to escape, and more importantly, did she even want to.