Grandmother, What Big Teeth You Have!

The mad vampire Drusilla bounded into the room from the balcony, her long black ringlets bouncing up and down on her satin covered chest, and twirled about in a euphoric daze. Her slim, graceful limbs poetry in motion.

The moon high above had been telling her the most naughty tales and there was a portent of change on the winds. Daddy, her sweet Angelus, would soon be coming home to play...

Dru's eyes met Darla's as soon as she entered the room. Darla was an old vampire, though not so ancient as to loose her human visage, and Daddy's sire. She was also an incredibly beautiful woman with brassy blonde hair and delicious curves.

"Mmmn... Grandmother, you look good enough to eat" Dru purred, her tongue sweeping across her upper lip. The red of the other woman's dress made her teeth ache in the most pleasant way.

"Why don't you then?" Darla asked skimming hands up thighs, and bringing material with it, exposing their juncture. Her grin widened as Dru nearly attacked her, falling to skinny knees with a careless thump, and she leaned back against the near wall for support.

Her fingers brushing aside baby-fine hair Dru immediately sought the hooded clit within the folds, coaxing it out with a wiggling of her tongue. The music the blood sang within made her want to hum along, her grandsire's gasps of pleasure a beautiful counterpoint.

Moving lower, pressing deeper, she licked at the first coating of sweetness from inside. Her tongue moved as sinuously as a snakes, curling to just the right spot, and was soon rewarded with even more of the rich liquid. So intent was she on getting her treat that she barely heard the demanding, loving, harsh urgings of the other woman as she tried to enter her womb face-first.

Darla was going mad and loving every inch of the journey. Pressing Dru's head tighter and tighter against her she felt herself about to orgasm. "Now...now!" she shouted, knowing that she would understand what she meant.

Dru's fangs extended right into flesh as she changed, and the ecstasy she felt caused her to overlook the painful cracking of the bone in her nose, for right now it didn't matter. The ambrosial mixture of blood (her own as well as Darla's) and juice flowing down her throat making her into a Goddess. Darla's Goddess just as she was Dru's.

She rose afterward, panting for breath she didn't need, and let the other lick the mess from her face. "Mmmn.... oh, what's this?" Darla asked in a motherly fashion, reaching out and re-breaking Dru's nose quickly, setting it in proper position and holding it there for a moment while it healed.

Dru whimpered in pain but quieted as soon as Darla pulled her into an embrace "There now, no need for that," she said, "I'll make it up to you...."