I mean, Andy's already on top.

“Got a lot on my mind,” you tell her, wiggling very slightly in her grip. “Would love for you to fix that. ANY way you can.” You smile back at her before she kisses you deeply, pushing you down into the sofa. Practically, you know you’re stronger than her. In this position, it wouldn’t be hard to flip her over … but the way she digs her nails just a little into your skin and nibbles on your lip makes even trying unthinkable.

“Works for me,” she says softly as she slides her hands up under your shirt, letting yours go so she can toss it over your head and behind the couch. You arch your back as she kisses up your stomach, between your breasts, hands carefully soaking in the feeling of your bare sides until she touches the underside of your bra just a little … then backs off when you start to make eager noises for her to go farther. “I kinda’ like driving.” She stands up, looking over you, and you give her a pleading glance. She mimes you taking off your bra, then spins her finger for you to hurry up. Without taking your eyes off her, you acquiesce, throwing it in the growing pile behind the couch. “Pants, too.”

You’re so horny that it’s hard to keep yourself in control as you unbuckle your pants and drop them to the floor. Andy appraises your almost-naked body carefully, leaning over you without touching you. You whimper when she moves her mouth over one of your tits and you feel just the smallest hint of her tongue run across your nipple.

“You want more?” she whispers in your ear. You nod vigorously, enjoying her pushing you around. “Good.” She leans back, taking off her top and revealing her average-sized, but firm and gorgeous tits as well as the surprising amount of muscle definition in her abs. Andy’s pretty wiry and not the most imposing figure, but that’s only in service to making her appear weak and harmless before she strikes. If you were still human, you’d have no chance of overpowering her. “Fuck yourself.”

“Wh-what?” you stammer, not so much shocked as **** for any kind of sensation on your skin. And, to be honest, you’re not used to debasing yourself for your lovers … even if it’s burning a fucking hole in your panties right now.

“You heard me,” she answers, sitting on her coffee table, only wearing the skin-tight yoga pants she put on for your workout. “I want to see you fuck yourself, Jaq. I want to watch you show me exactly how wound-up you are by the idea of me owning your hot, little body. Unless I’m reading you wrong? That idea not doing anything for you?” Her wicked smile and her tone leave no doubt in your mind that she knows your answer.

“I’m used to being in charge …” you admit, sliding a hand down the practical pair of sports underwear you have on. You quickly find your wet cunt, surprised when you touch yourself exactly HOW soaked you are right now. “God, you’re so fucking sexy when you’re in control!” you gasp as you start to tease your slit with your finger. “I thought I’d have to ease into this, but … I feel so slutty, doing this for you!” You gasp as you touch your clit, alternating between pinching your eyes shut to deal with the feelings shooting through you and staring back at Andy, soaking in how hot she looks as she idly massages one of her pert breasts and lets her messy hair down, shaking it free while she enjoys watching you.

“Nothing wrong with that,” she reassures you, clearly enjoying watching you play with yourself. “It’s also very sexy, trust me. Show me, though.” You look at her quizzically. “I want to see what your hand’s doing, Jaq. Not just hints. Show me.” You bite your lip and nod, then slide your fingers away from your clit and out from under your panties. Moving your hand back, you expose yourself entirely to Andy while your fingers slide inside you, yanking a surprisingly meek, but still very eager moan from you as your eyes are **** closed.

You continue fingering yourself until you feel a presence between your legs. Andy’s fingers gently wrap around yours and guide them aside as she tugs your underwear all the way off. Looking down at her, she slides up your body and kisses you, pulling you up and into her for a few, passionate seconds before pushing you back down. You throw your head back with a sharp gasp as her tongue slides inside you, grabbing one of the armrests of the couch and your other fingers digging into the seat.

Her level of control of her tongue’s motions are staggering, carefully playing you up and up and up before letting you drop, still drawing carefully around your most sensitive spots to make sure you don’t fall completely off. By the fifth time she teases you just up to climax before letting it evade you again, there are hints of almost crying in your **** moans. You feel helpless and weak, unable to deny any whim she might have for you to serve her. You can almost feel her smirk of triumph when your lips finally part and produce actual words.

“Andy, please make me cum!” you groan out, bucking down against her. “God, I need it! I’ll do anything, please just do it!” She shoots up into your lap, her fingers taking her tongue’s place inside you. You can’t tell when she shed her pants, but they certainly aren’t in the way now. It’s like she left a bookmark on your nerves as you immediately feel yourself spasm against beneath her as she prods you forward, the exact expression you imagined staring at you as you scream and pant beneath her, breasts heaving as you **** yourself to hold back. You don’t want to cum without her permission, you don’t want to push. You feel so free letting her do whatever she wants to you and listening to whatever she says. You can’t help but slide your hand to her thigh, and the almost-purring noise she makes in response letting you know she wants you to touch her. The soft, feminine sound of her gasp when you find her clit in her sopping pussy is in sharp contrast to the dominance she’s been showing you, but a swift, talented movement of her fingers quickly reasserts her authority.

“I know you want to cum,” she teases you, breathing harder as you fuck each other. “But I know what else you want, too.” You look up at her, hiding your fangs in worry it might displease her if you haven’t asked. “I know they’re down, slut …” she whispers, leaning in. “You can’t help yourself. It’s okay. You can let them out.” As she speaks, the pressure in your sex increases from her making delicate circles around your clit. You close your eyes and moan, fully exposing your fangs and naked hunger. “There they are!” she says with a satisfied squeal that either originates from you complying or the increasing fervor you’re putting into pleasing her. “Now. I’ll let you cum. And I’ll let you bite me.” You look up at her, eyes hazy with lust. It’s hard not to lunge forward right now. “But I want to hear you beg for that, too. You did a VERY good job convincing me you want to cum. Convince me you should get to bite me.”

“I need to, Andy!” you breathe out, making sure she can see the sincerity in your eyes. “You’re making me feel so good, and it’ll be fucking perfect if I can … just … taste you! You taste so fucking good, you have no idea. Everyone’s a little different, but you’re … rich … and dark … and heavy. Please let me bite you? I’ll make letting me worth it, you know I will!”

“Where do you want to?” she asks, taunting you a little, but you can hear a suppressed groan as she tries to stay in control. You can tell, even as she has you pinned and edging and begging for her approval, that she’s thinking back to last night when she came down her legs in that dirty parking lot from your fangs. It makes you feel desired, sexy, in a way you haven’t with any of your more casual flings.

“Your tits,” you tell her honestly as your whole body squirms and rolls beneath her, actively fighting not to cum yet. It needs to be just right. Needs to be. “I want to plunge my fangs into one of those soft, beautiful breasts and feel your hard nipple against my tongue as I drink you in!” The throbbing of her clit against your fingers tell you she doesn’t hate the idea. But still, you wait.

“Jaq,” she hisses to you. You nod before she says anything, completely unwilling to disagree now, “I’m going to make you cum now.” You whimper, then moan as you almost do on the spot. “When you do … you’re allowed to bite me!” You gasp and groan beneath her as her fingers speed up and you quickly hop clear over the line in the face of her earnest efforts. It’s almost too intense to bear, but your enhanced strength lets you brace yourself fully even on the meager support offered. You scream out her name as you gush over her fingers wantonly, the feeling almost paralytic. Part of you wants to just lay back and fucking take it as you drive your digits into her again and again through one of the most powerful orgasms of your life.

Not enough of you, though.

With a predatory growl, you sit up and sink your teeth into her left breast, pulling what starts as a high-pitched moan out of Andy until it turns into a keening scream. You brace her up against you with your free arm, relying on your strength to stay upright despite not holding on to anything but your lover. As her warm, delicious blood flows into your mouth, you can feel her pussy contract before it starts to squirt over your hand. You can tell you’re going a LITTLE too fast, but with her regenerative abilities, you’re not worried about pacing just yet. It’s hardly as fast as you could go, anyway. She pushes her chest up against your mouth as your tongue teases her nipple, tasting the wonderful red liquid dripping down to it even as both of your finger each other through another orgasm. Then another. And another. Andy pushes your head into her chest as she screams and pants uncontrollably, the couch cushion beneath you (and Andy’s discarded pants, which will DEFINITELY need a good washing now) becoming soaked through as you two lose track of time and count of how many times you’ve **** ****, eager moans out of each other with every climax.

When you start to feel the slightest change in her pulse, you slide your fangs back and lick over Andy’s tit in a long, savoring motion, letting her aftertaste linger on your tongue. She kisses you slowly, pushing you back down as her sweaty body presses up against your surprisingly-dry one. It’s not that shocking you don’t sweat, but the feeling of her doing so up against you make it seem almost taboo. And not something unwelcome in the slightest.

“How’d you like my chauffeuring?” Andy asks when your lips part, eyes half-closed and catching her breath pretty hard still.

“If I ever need a getaway driver, I know who the hell to call!” you laugh, grabbing her firm ass and pulling her to you again for a swift peck that melts into something else entirely. “Seriously, you were incredible! I didn’t even know I liked bottoming until just then.”

“Variety is the spice of cumming so hard you ruin your friend’s yoga pants,” she sighs, sitting back up to look down at you. “Mm. We have shit to do, right?” You nod. “Then we should do it. Before I decide I want to keep you here all night. It’s been a LONG time since I’ve had sex with someone I trust.” The sadness of that statement only flickers across her eyes before she regains her composure and stands up.

“Keys?” Andy points to a dresser, where you retrieve your car keys after getting dressed again. Andy only bothers putting on another tank top, this one grey, and a pair of panties, clearly not intending on heading out again tonight. “Okay, I’m going to go see if I can find anything on Atlee. You’re going to …?”

“Well, for one, I’m going to bed,” she answers with a wink. “Someone wore me out, and I’m just a tiny, little human. Plus, I was up all day. But I’ll throw out what I saw on the Net, see if I get any bites by the time I wake up. Then I’ll do the same. Stay safe. We don’t know how bonkers whatever this thing she turned into is.

“You, too,” you tell her. The two of you wave goodbye. It just doesn’t feel right to kiss her goodnight. With Eva, you’re that kind of close. Andy’s a good, new friend, but she doesn’t strike you as much of a hugger. As you get into your car and get ready to head back to Workwick, you realize you should probably change, given all the white in this outfit. But changing … changing means going back to the room. And you still have no idea how to act around Eva. Yesterday before bed and tonight before leaving for training with Andy were so awkward.