Till The Last Bite (wlw)🔞🌈

Part 6: Latent Seduction

Rena’s Pov

    Day one; was Hell. After she had left, I immediately had to relieve myself. I was so exhausted afterwards. The orgasm combined with the blood loss had me out fast. To say, she had me shook, is an understatement.

    I crashed hard like I had took heavy drugs. Then I had dreams about Kayla so real, I didn’t know I was asleep until I woke. From the scent of her, to the feel of her nails deep in my skin. I woke up with my fingers buried inside myself. Wet as I could get, with my own moans stirring me more present. I could’ve swore it was Kayla right there with me.

    That woman, the vampiress….. She was that vibe I wasn’t about to not chill with. I’d been single soooo long. Too long. Before Romance & Feed, I hadn’t been dating. If my best friend Selah, hadn’t of told me about it, I wouldn’t of given it a chance. But she was dating her own vampire. The same one she wouldn’t hush up about.

    It was day two. Last night was without any dreams.

    Selah’s dark eyes swallowed me in that way which typically intimidated me. We had a flirty friendship. We both were attracted to each other. Yet besides a one night stand years ago, her and I were better off as friends who flirted. Selah was also a born witch. They aren’t exactly human and she typically didn’t date humans long term. Witches are more human than most O.B’s. Aka Other Beings. A lot of them didn’t even know they were O.B until later years. It was different for everyone. Selah, knew exactly what she was from birth. Every first born daughter in her family was a Witch and had the gift of ‘being one with the nature spirits’, as Selah would say. That the nature spirits give them the Blessing of being able to control the elements and natural order of things.

    After seeing her do magic I always knew there was a presence of something else. The goosebumps on my arms would raise. I just felt it. All around. Just could never see.

    Selah looks at me intensely, till I shifted under her gaze. She had her hair styled in a 1940’s way. Gelled and curled to perfection in a short doo. She always was very stylish. Her mannerisms and movements showing her many years of jazz dancing she had under her belt. She owned her own studio and still taught a class once a week.

    Today she wore a pinstripe cream and navy suit. Underneath the jacket she wore a white midriff vest. It stood out against her smooth dark, near black skin. She shimmered there like a statuesque; Night Goddess. I envied her natural charisma and insane beauty. Don’t get me wrong….I know I’m beautiful. Selah, was simply just another level. Plus she was literally magical.

    “So this vampire, you say her name is, Kayla Spade?”

    I nodded. “Yes.”

    She was relaxed, leaning back, resting her arms in the red leather booth. Her legs elegantly crossed, heels pointing towards me. We were at my favorite pasta place for lunch. “I don’t recognize her name. Then again, you know we witches and vampires keep a bit of distance. Outside of sex, the politics is bound to ruin any real, romantic, long-term relationship.”

    I raised a brow taking a sip of my wine…."Trouble in paradise?”

    Selah shrugged, gracefully eating a cherry red tomato still left on her plate. She stabbed it with her long white nails. Plopping it in her mouth with an exaggerated sound of delight. She was the very definition of so extra. “Tati, is very old fashioned. She’s 625 years older than me, so I get it. Duh. Just she’s intense. I’m more into fun. But the sex is beyond. Fucking beyond.” Her eye’s focused on my neck, in that far off way, that let me know she was using her magic.

    “This vampire bit you twice already? I can see it pulsing like a heartbeat. Girl, my dear Rena, you are in for it deep…..” At this she laughed, in the low, velvety way of hers. “Have the dreams started too?” She laughed again, clutching her chest, her dark almond shaped, kohl lined eyes, squeezed shut by humor. “We aren’t supposed to tell you humans much, but I can tell you…. Those dreams are very real.”
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Kayla’s Pov

    It was night three.. I knew I shouldn’t; not again….but I could feel the minute Rena Reese fell into REM around 3am; her mind reached out for mine. I was in bed early just for this reason. I let my mind connect with hers and there we were in Slumber; a realm adjacent to ours. For the dreaming, the sleeping, the newly dead and various other Immortals this universe has to offer. Including us vampires.

    The first night, immediately after I left, I barely touched her in Slumber. I just watched her pleasure herself; at my behest, it was late. Yet, I behaved myself. I didn’t touch her. I deserve praise for that. Right?

    The longer the next day went on, I was more pouty than usual. Day Weakness also made my mood sour. I stayed cooped up. I resisted going to her that night. But tonight, the night before I meet up with her? I had to see her.

    As I approached her this time, I was shocked to find her waiting; expectantly. Admittedly, I was intrigued, taking her in. I was extremely turned on.

    “What will you tell me to do tonight? The last night before you see me?” She asked. Her hands were on her curvy hips and her body had me licking my lips.

    I looked around our posh gold and silver surroundings. There were some vampires that could control whole elements of the dreamscape. Me, I could only bring in objects. The human controlled the dreams. They just usually weren’t so aware. There were some exceptions. Rena seemed to be one. The dreamscape was an elaborate dinning room; red white paneled walls with gold trim. Dark wood floors dashed with streaks of silver. And there right in the center was a king sized bed in the middle. Making her intentions chandelier clear. I was so going to have to switch up tactics tonight.

    So I paused, looking her up and down. She wore a silver gown that hugged her body in all the right ways. “Its you, who will be telling me what to do tonight, Rena Resse.”

Her eyes went round. “Anything?”

“No. You can’t touch me. Not yet. And I can’t touch you. Not here.”

    Her gray eyes darkened. “Even here, you play hard to get.”

    I stepped closer, not touching her yet. Curious as to how she knew it was more than a dream, but more aroused by her boldness. Still I had rules. “I just want the real thing for the first time. This is close, but I need the real you.”

    I looked down at her. And saw her smirk. “Then come to me. Right Now.” She demanded, her tone playful and full of sass that made me ache. Rena fucking Reese; was a keeper. I needed her. Bad.

    Before I could say anything, everything went dark around us. And I was yanked back out of Slumber with a snap. I woke up fast. The motion a bit jarring as I sat up. Looking at the clock, I realized it’d only been 15 mins. I had time to go over there before the sun rose….Rena also had curtains. Nice thick, soft, pillowy… curtains…… Pillowy, is a good word for curtains; right?

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A/N: This is where I show vulnerability. I'm writing this one from the top so it's a brand new conception. But I'm still unsure of the direction. So if I change my mind I'll let you all know lol.
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Ty always 💓.