You've been thinking about her tits all day. Yara

Cassette: yeah Yara is good, she knows the way!
V: Excellent, she'll be by soon. Cya later!

You look at the message for a moment, then switch back to the server and scroll up to Yara's tits. God they look good. You look around your flat. It's not the tidiest its ever been, but it isn't so bad. You turn on a light and clear the couch. You check your outfit. Not fancy but not bad, lots of skin. Somehow you know that Yara won't be too bothered about the details. It doesn't take long for a knock to arrive at your door. You take a deep breath, then step up to open it. Yara leans on the door frame, a smirk on her face. Her black bob is lustrous and falls perfectly over her exquisite face. Her black lips are plump and shine slightly in the moonlight filtering through the corridor skylight. Her eyes are covered by wide rimmed glasses, the red glowing irises reflecting off of the glass. She's wearing a leather jacket which stops at her midriff, with nothing underneath, and a pair of lacey fishnets with some tiny panties to cover her crotch. She has high heel boots up to the knee, laced up tight.
"Hey Cass." She says slowly, standing and unfolding her arms so the fabric of the jacket falls to the side to reveal her pale pink nipples with their black piercings. Her skin is so pale its white.
"Hi Yara." You say softly, watching her eyes watch you. You don't even ask what you left at Lula's, you know what she's here for. She steps into your space, holding your face in her hands as she kisses you. Her lips are soft and strong, her long tongue tickling the back of your throat. She is as cold as ice. You sigh from her efforts. She pulls back, her hands on your shoulders.
"I'm so thirsty Cass." She whispers, her mouth betraying her long canines. "Can you help me?" This is it, you think. If I let her take me there is no going back. You lead her inside, closing the door behind you.

You take her by the hand, leading her to the couch. Then you lie down, one arm on the arm rest, legs stretched out along it. You lay your head back on the armrest, hair flowing down the side, presenting your neck to her. She licks her lips, kneeling one knee on the couch. She puts an arm behind your back, lifting your reposed neck to her waiting fangs. You sigh with relief and pleasure as she begins to drink from you. You push yourself onto her fangs, willing your blood into her, wishing for her corruption to spread over your waiting body. You feel yourself weakening, your body going limp. She releases with a gasp, capturing a stray droplet of your blood from her lip. She pulls her hands through her hair, eyes screwed shut as she enjoys the orgasmic experience, her breasts pleasingly bare. She drops her arms, head rotating back to look at you with a sigh.
"You taste so good Cass." She whispers, leaning over you. You feel something, the numbness in your neck being replaced by a spreading cold. She puts a hand on your belly and slides up. As she hits the spreading cold, you gasp, your skin alive with intense sensation.
"It's coming Cass, you can feel it right? It feels soooo gooood." She hisses in your ear, you gasping softly at her touch. "I remember it, Lula taking me, the sweet cold." She sighs. "Oh Cass, sweet Cass, you're going to look so fucking hot. Cass I'm going to fuck you senseless." You gasp louder as she speaks dirty to you, grinding your thighs together as the cold invades your pussy. You writhe and convulse, watching your fingernail grow to cruel talons. You feel your gums tear, yawning wide as your fangs extend from your flesh.
"Ah, perfect." Yara says, pulling away your bra to let your pert globes hang free of their own accord. She presses her hands into them, squeezing your nipples between two fingers on each hand, licking you up the centre.
"Fuck me Yara..." You moan, your cunt feels like its on fire. "Fuck me you whore!" You shout, and she laughs, pushing her hands down your shorts, stuffing strong fingers into your sopping slit. You arch your back with a cry, orgasming but still ready for more. She continues to enjoy your breasts as she fucks you with her fingers. You begin to gasp, louder and louder, as you fuck into her, thrusting yourself onto her digits. You scream as you come, Yara laughing. You quiver on the couch as Yara pulls her fingers to her mouth, sampling your juices.
"Fuck Yara." You gasp. "You were right." You bite your lip again, feeling the sharp point of your fang against the skin. "I need to fuck you now you know." She smiles down at you. With a laugh, you grab her jacket front, spinning her around and under you so that you now straddle her. She watches you expectantly, her tongue peeping out between her fangs and black lips. You take her nipples in your teeth, one after the other, toying with the piercing with your dexterous tongue. She holds your hair and moans. You pull back, her tits now shining with your saliva. She smiles at you, waiting for what you are going to do next.
"Fuck me Cass." She says. "Fuck me like the whore I am." You grin, lifting one leg so it rests on your shoulder. You run a talon down the fabric of her fishnets, creating a slit just over her cunt. You move aside the soaked fabric of her panties, revealing her white, shaved pussy, with just the hint of pink between its folds. You nestle in, so that your clits are pressed into each other, the both of you moaning with the sensation. You push a finger in between, and she does like wise, as you begin to grind her cunt with yours. You feel her vibrate under you time and time again, you yourself orgasming countless times as well. Finally, you collapse on top of her, your breasts nestled together.
"Perfect." You sigh.