Demon saved by The Devil I Cassandra Dimitrescu

Hungry for Something Else

This time, when she gained consciousness, she opened her eyes and did only that. Didn't sit back automatically and started to look around the room. She couldn't do any of that as a warm hand was wrapped around her waist, keeping her in place. And the first thing she saw after opening her eyes were breasts, literally. At that moment she realized that she wasn't laying on the pillows at all, but on someone's body. And thanks to the lavender scent she already knew who it was.

Zână. But could it be that Zână? The witch from the tales, Zână Pădurii?

Everything seemed to go in that direction and that direction was only in Cassandra's mind. But why she was so warm and her body so comfortable like the best bed she ever laid on?

The internal battle began in Dimitrescu's head, between moving away from her or nuzzling into her even more. Soon the second idea won, and Cassandra indeed nuzzled into her neck, inhaling the lavender scent like it was the last bit of air. The purr left the depths of her throat without her thinking like her body was reacting on its own and Cassandra only prayed for the woman to stay asleep.

She didn't mind being held by her, having one leg trapped between the woman's ones, half laying on her bare body, or even the fact that both of them were naked sleeping on the couch. The fireplace right behind Dimitrescu's back was surprisingly still radiating its warmth, sounds of flickering fire reaching her ears over Zână's calm heartbeat.

She had no idea how long she stayed in that position, overcome by the smells, warmth, and sounds the woman was making. Everything about Zână was making her feel things and she had no idea why? Bela would say she was being delusional, Daniela probably would jump around singing that she finally found her soulmate, and then both of them would tease her about her crush on...

Could this be? Did she have a crush on Zână? Without talking to the woman, threats didn't count, while the only thing she knew about her was her name.

It had to be magic, some kind of spell. That what was Cassandra was telling herself, but maybe she was just lying to herself and pretending to be blind to the oblivious?

All her thoughts, her whole mind was going around the woman, who was sleeping peacefully underneath the vampire. And with every second of those thoughts, the feeling inside her stomach only grew more, until she let her frustration known to the world by huffing loudly thru her nose.

She was getting hungry again, and this time there was no cup of blood for her. This time she had a whole blood bag right underneath her.

Getting angry at the feeling she lifted herself on her elbow and slowly her eyes looked at the woman's body from above. And that was the biggest mistake Cassandra made in her life.

In Cassandra's eyes, the woman had the body of a goddess. Wide thighs, hip dips, covered with light stretch marks soft stomach, and breasts almost as big as her mother's also with stretch marks. There was a flower tattoo between her breast going down and stretching right underneath them.

Vampire's mind simply stopped working at that sight. How come she didn't notice it before? How she didn't notice that the angel with who she almost kissed yesterday had a goddess-like body?