"If I touch you a little more?"

"Yes, please," you tell her, and you find that your voice has grown husky.

Selkine bends down and kisses you, thoroughly, hungrily, while her fingers trace maddening circles between your legs. You moan into her kiss, and so does she. Your hands slide over her shoulders and neck. You pull her down to you, indulging in the taste of her lips.

She breaks from the kiss, giving you a chance to breathe while she nibbles your chin. She licks your throat, and wherever her tongue goes, it feels like she leaves your skin glowing. She kisses down your chest, raising goosebumps. You purr as her lips drift over the curve of your breast. When her mouth reaches your nipple, you feel an electric charge shoot through you, as if Selkine is a live wire running from your nipple to your pussy.

You arch your back, encouraging her to devour you. Your fingers get lost in her fiery red hair and your hips roll under her hand. When she switches to your other nipple, you groan again, dissolving under her careful attention.

She coaxes you through wave after wave of slow, hot, dizzy pleasure. There are moment where you're sure you're about to come apart, and there are moments where you're sure you could do this for hours. When you do reach your limit, it's not because of her fingers or her lips. You blink and look up, and you see her deep red eyes watching you, as if you're everything she needs in the world. You can't look away. It's not dhampire magic. It's seeing the thrill in her eyes every time you twitch or moan, and knowing that what's happening to your body is something that you're doing together, and enjoying together.

You lock eyes with her and you feel your body respond, blossoming with the irresistable fire that you know she wants. You hold her gaze like a lifeline as your breath grows short, and as the motion of her fingers on your clit becomes overwhelming. You seize her, starting to shake, groaning, but you keep your eyes on her, because you know you want her to see the very moment when...

And then it all crashes over you, and when you cry out you can see her delight and her arousal. She watches you raptly as you gasp and shudder and your hips leap under her hand. Your fingernails dig into her back, your heels skid across the sheets, and you lose track of her, lost momentarily in the bright haze of your climax.

When you come back to yourself, your heart is pounding and you're covered in sweat. Her fingers are still moving between your thighs, but just softly now, sending gentle little shivers through you. You focus on her face and see her broad, satisfied smile.

"I could touch you like this as long as you like," she whispers.

You let your head fall back to the pillow and consider the many benefits of letting Selkine giving you a few more bed-shaking orgasms like this. But then again, there are other things the two of you could be doing...