BloodLust

Plaything

The moans of her companion sent waves of arousal throughout her body, heat trickling across her abdomen and between her thighs. She had never wanted someone so badly before. Mother Miranda did truly know what was best, and perhaps it was almost divine reasoning that brought these two women together. It was perhaps too sentimental of a notion, especially at such an inappropriate time, but it really did seem like these two women had been made for each other. While she could not begin to fathom the motives of Mother Miranda, she liked to think that she knew. That she had finally been recognized, and Mother Miranda had reunited her with something akin to a soul mate as a result.

Hearing the sounds of her lover made Alcina incredibly impatient, and the scent of blood in the air made the arousal and desire so much more intense it was hard to keep any sort of control. Having parted and waiting for the blonde's response, Alcina licked her own lips, chasing the kiss and taste of the other woman. "Not with everyone, I hope. I don't like sharing, especially when it comes to what's mine." Her voice was low, and beneath the sultry tone was something sinister. It was her jealousy, at times, sure. But with Countess it was something more. A sort of possessiveness.

Her eyes fluttered half closed, slyly watching the other woman from beneath her eyelashes, delight dancing upon her spine once again as the other woman gently caressed her face. Alcina breathed deeply, savoring the moment and leaning into the Countess's touch. A sly, charming smile draped across her lips at the woman's words, more than willing to take her up on that offer.

No longer feeling hesitant on her actions, with complete ease Alcina pulled the other woman into her arms, picking her up as if she was nothing. Alcina stood up, beads of blood trickling down her pale and exposed flesh. She placed the woman just on the edge of the bath, still towering over her even though Alcina was lowering herself as best she could.

Head barely hovering just above the woman's flesh, her long tongue coming up to lick against the woman's chest, chasing a trickle of blood from her skin from where she had previously washed herself with it. Then, with very little warning, Alcina pushed the blonde woman onto her back as she herself lowered further into the bath.

Given her tall frame it was rather easy to keep the blonde pinned to the floor with one hand from between her legs, face between the woman's thighs. Her breath hitched and shivers trickled across her body as her long tongue drifted across the Countess's slit, slow as she drifted up along her slit to her clit. She couldn't help but let out a small, breathy moan against her flesh, savoring both the taste of her lover as well as the blood from the bath.

Alcina's possessive low growl caused the blonde to consider her own next choice of words. In reality it depended entirely on the subject, though, in this case this was probably the quickest she had ever gotten intimate. She licked her own teeth idly and spoke in a voice just above a whisper. "honestly? You're the first to make me move this fast."

Countess was being truthful in her words, which was evident in her more gentle tone. she naturally didn't count her meals in her sexual body count list, because she harbored no attachment whatsoever to the poor saps she lured in and drained of their blood. When she said she was easy it was mostly because she was submissive and up for most anything.

Without having much time to further elaborate, however, Elizabeth found herself lifted up into her partners arms. The action alone made her cheeks grow warm, her strength was incredibly attractive and only gave her more ideas for future intimacy.
And even being placed back down upon the edge of the tub countess found herself marveling the towering woman before her, green eyes scanning her blood soaked figure and how gorgeously it stained her pale alabaster flesh. She was so use to being the one people referred to as art but to her? Alcina Dimitrescu was true art.
Her monochromatic contrast between her hair and skin with the shimmering gold nature of her eyes and the blood red of her lips— not to mention the unnatural dark shade of her tongue. Elizabeth's thoughts raced away from her briefly as the woman lowered herself to be level with the smaller blonde, taking in the tenderness of the quick moment where that fascinating tongue made contact with her chest.