𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐨𝐫 𝐎𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐦

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈

Regina assumed Emma would depart with Ruby, yet the blonde remained. When the vampire returned to the living quarters, she continued to lie on the couch in essentially the exact same position. She enjoyed a sip of wine as she seated right next to her.

"You're alright, Em-ma?" the vampire purred into her ear.

The blonde appeared to quiver as she opened her lips in order to respond, however none came out. Regina smirked and retreated.

"Did it disturb you?" Regina enquired.

"Yes. No. Sincerely, I don't know," Emma claimed. She was perplexed. Her mind was engaged in turmoil. She didn't desire to be bitten, did she? Hell no, she didn't... but perhaps? Fuck.

"I recognize that there is a lot to process. Take your time, dear. Please, though, keep in mind what it is you witnessed. No trepidation, only bliss."

"Yeah... Ruby appeared to enjoy herself."

The vampire smirked, "From what I gathered, not merely Ruby," then Emma flushed. She neglected Regina's keen senses. She could undoubtedly feel her arousal. Emma's juices resumed to flow at the mere thought, and Regina grinned. She acted rapidly and pinned the blonde down on the couch. She pressed her thigh between stout limbs and buried her head in Emma's neck.

The deputy breathed deeply, "Bite me."

"What?" the brunette stated, startled. She was left speechless, peering meticulously into Emma's soul.

She was aware that Emma was unlikely to be apprehensive once she witnessed what the bite truly appeared like, however she didn't anticipate this would take place within seconds.

"Bite me, Gina. Drink from me," remarked an extraordinarily solemn Emma.

She gulped just before uttering "Emma." Even though she could unequivocally control herself more thoroughly now that she obtained some blood from Ruby, indeed it seemed like her most secure choice, but she was not entirely certain the blonde comprehended what she was requesting.

"I mean it. Do it. If you want to, that is..."

"Oh gods, you have no notion of how badly I'm tempted to," the vampire acknowledged.

"Good," murmured Emma. She began giving her a profound, ardent kiss. Due to previous occurrences, the blonde was still aroused and longed to be as near the vampire as feasible. Her arms began to roam the body above her and Regina pulled away from the kiss abruptly. "What's wrong?" Emma panted.

"Fangs," the vampire remarked. Emma observed the fangs of her lover bared once more. Regina took a deep breath as she drew a tracing of them with the tip of her tongue. Once Emma achieved completion with her task it left both of them gasping for air. With a rapacious posture, the vampire hovered over the petite figure. The blonde tightened as Regina reached Emma's neck, where a vein was vigorously throbbing beneath the surface of her flesh. Regina required efforts to restrain herself from not giving in to her impulses. All she longed for was to sink her teeth in the muscle but she could not. She attempted to oust herself upon encountering Emma's scar from the assault. Instead, she offered her neck a further kiss, yet again moaning slightly as she felt the vein on her tongue.

The Mayor traced her way with kisses back towards Emma's lips. "Careful, Emma. Those fangs are honed," Regina cautioned. Emma tearing her tongue was the absolute final straw she sought. Regina whispered delicately in her ear, "Give me your wrist, dear." Emma lifted her hand from Regina's waist while swaying slightly. The vampire offered her one last soothing kiss and left the proximity of Emma's tremendously inviting physique so she could curl up on the futon. She smirked at the blonde, who had remained laying down, and seized the offered wrist in her grasp with tenderness.