Part II - sixth reflection

I purr. I have not felt this good in ages. Have I ever felt this good? I doubt it.

The dying light of day draws arabesques patterns on the ceiling of the small kitchen. They are quite beautiful but, to be perfectly honest, I do not care at all. What is on my mind, right this moment, is the small blonde’s tongue on my cunt. Avidly sucking on my lower button, my blonde masseuse drinks all the juice I care to offer and, to be honest I am being very generous.

I grab her hair. Sink my fingers into her head. I can feel it grow. The girl’s tongue slides down and dives inside of me, as deep as she can. I come hard.

“Nire, you taste amazing but I’m fucking parched.”

I smile, the bitch is hungry, not a surprise, as I am too.

I raise my head to see the young vampire’s chin glistening with my juices. I raise on my elbows.

“I think we drained poor Ekim last night, but I’m pretty sure his wife will welcome news of his whereabouts.”

We picked the poor man last night at a gas station after we dipped our fangs into three different bars and nightclubs. What caught my attention was his brand-new European hybrid SUV.

Nasus and I had been discussing moving in together and out of our respective places during the whole evening. The expensive car was a promise of quite a decent place where we could, most certainly, settle in for the time being. We ditched my old shitty car and drove back to Nasus’ place in the poor sob’s ride.

He was **** at first, faithful husband and all, of course, but after the blowjob I gave him on the way home, he had no option but to give into our charms. I think my new mesmerizing powers kind of helped.

I bend over to lick some of my cum off the former masseuse lips.

“Let’s meet there in an hour, I have a few things to collect from my flat…” I pause thinking about delicious Yhtak waiting for me there, “make it two, I also have a couple of loose ends to tie up before we move on.”

Half an hour later, I let myself into my old shared flat. The shower is running. I lick my lips as the stale scent of the little party I had with my roomie two nights ago hits me. I walk to the bathroom.

Sixth Reflection

Yhtak, her long dark hair falling wet over her naked shoulders, is bending over the sink in the small bathroom she shares with Nire. Eyes closed; her mouth is distorted by the pleasure. The young vampire has a hand holding her chin while with the other, resting between her victim’s legs, she slides the middle finger in and out of the drenched pussy. Her mouth is on the neck, gently suckling on the scabs of the bite she gave her during their previous session. Perversely admiring their reflection, she opens her mouth to strike.

The image blurs.

A human Nire is taking off her mascara with small white cotton pads. Behind her, a shower is running. There seems to be some condensation on the glass. The shower stops and a different Yhtak, unspoiled, virgin of the bite marks she should show, steps out of the shower. Both girls discuss and laugh for a while until Yhtak leaves Nire alone in the bathroom having dried her perfect body.

The image blurs again.

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