Pulling her blouse over her head, Sylvie stayed turned away from Casey and picked a navy blue chemise inid with a silver ce from one of the drawers within the closet and wiggled it over her athletic frame. Once she’d unfastened and removed her bra, Sylvie slipped it from her arms and tossed it in the pile with the rest of her discarded clothing. Taking the time to close the heavy walnut doors to her wardrobe, Sylvie finally spun on her heels and stood with her weight shifted to her left, partly jutting out her hip. “I’m not angry, but it looked really good.” She winked one of her half-moo her partner. “I figured you would get a kick out of it anyway.” She kicked her clothes away from her and they bounced against the wall. “There, no more crotchless jeans.” Sylvie poio the matg closet to her left. “That’s yours.” Silently making her way to the edge of the bed, Sylvie sat dooio the small package that had beeo the side of Casey’s clothes et. “Cisco left you something, when he refitted the room for us.”

  Gliding over to her space, Casey opehe heavy doors and took a heavy breath in. “You picked my clothes?” She ran her fingers over the long line of blouses and the different dresses hanging inside. Laughing when she saw all of her jeans folded and on their own shelf like in a store, Casey faced Sylvie. “You remembered.” Casey saw a loving smile cross Sylvie’s visage. “I’m telling you, it was a strahing babe. I have never seen jeans hanging up. Viv be such a strange bird.” Casey giggled and began undressing. “Okay, so you were tellihat you were effectively a blood-bunny?”

  “Yeah.” Sylvie crossed her legs and bounced one as she spoke. “Amos wasn’t the best guy, as you could tell from how I loved his sudden appearan the bar.” Watg as Casey stripped off her shirt and her bra which was easily triple the size of her own, Sylvie stopped in mid-thought and watched her lover’s back muscles flex. “Mmmm..” Finding herself mindlessly lig her lips, Sylvie blinked out of her stupor when Casey half-turned and waved her hand. “ht.” Scratg her neervously, Sylvie stopped staring at Casey and resumed her discussion about Amos. “He found us as a new source of blood for his hunger. With everyone charmed, he was able to get the others to do everything he asked. I mean they destroyed the nd by digging out a shelter for him to reside in during the day.” She waved her hand, “That is the foundation of this pbsp; I didn’t want to hurt any more of the nd that was already wrecked, it’s why the house has odd turns.”

  Pig out a short nightgown that matched her hair plete with copper-like embroidered ce, Casey sighed as the silk fell over her swimmer’s body and hugged her skin delicately. “Hrm…Are all guys assholes?” Casey quietly asked without any real expectation of an answer. “So, Amos is a trolling fuck…go on.” Casey reached doicked up her package and walked to the left side of the bed. “If you don’t mind, I am partial to the left side.” Casey easily jumped on the bed as deft as a cat, and yahe tape from her little box.

  Flopping bato the bed, Sylvie’s hair cttered when she nded and she tossed her arms above her head, stretg. “I am starting to think so. Maybe Nathaniel is the st good guy?” She shook her head, making the pstic bows crackle once more. “Anyway, When he found out that I not only resisted his charm and that I wao be fed from, he used my blood as often as possible.” Sylvie bit her lip and crossed her arms over her well-shaped chest, shivering with the thought. “I served him without question, as did the tribe for about ten years.” Sylvie crawled on her back to the ter of the bed a out a heavenly sigh, “You kly what I mean, Casey…” She paused and flicked her tongue over her own fangs. “The slight tear…the puncture that sends chills up and down your spine…” She tipped her head up and looked at Casey upside down, “Then they retrad the way a set of pressured lips seal…draws out your blood…Oh lord..” Sylvie crossed her legs and rolled onto her side fag Casey. “It’s like satisfying as drinking a milkshake that you’ve been craving for days.”

  Chug at how unique Sylvie described being fed from, Casey kept her hands over the box and thought back to her days craving Vivienne’s lovely bite. “I still get chills thinking about the first time Vivienne sank her fangs into my neck.” Casey thrummed her fingers on the box. “You never fet your first fang…” Casey’s eyes gzed over and licked her deep red lips clearly thinking about Sylvie. “...However…Mmhmm…being a vampire then being pierced and your body g into your lover as though made of edible wax?” Casey ran one of her hands over Sylvie’s tanned shoulder, “Nothing is better than the person you love…you feeding them.” Casey’s thin cwed hands walked up Sylvie’s ned to her cheek. “Distract me, Taini. Tell me the rest before I ’t trol myself anymore.” Casey paused and lightly begged, “Please…” Casey felt her very dead heart flutter a once as she pulled her hand away and waited for the distra she hoped was ing.

  “What makes you think I want you to stop?” Sylvie answered with a quivered voice then pulled herself up, ing her arms around her knees. “My foxy-fang wants to be distracted…So she will be.” Sylvie blew Casey a kiss and resumed her versation about Amos. “Ah, yes. We were up to him feeding from me.” Sylvie shivered once more, “So ten years passed and as I got older, I wasn’t allowed to scout anymore. When he arrived, I was eighteen and a young adult..by twe, I was being an elder.” She wiggled her fi Casey. “Which I didn’t appreciate in the least.” She sighed, “By this time, Amos had actually learned how to be a spirit healer and overall shaman for the rest of us, and cared for the tribe, even though he quenched his thirst nightly.” Sylvie watched how carefully Casey protected the small box she was holding, raised her eyebrow but said nothing about it. “I had just gotten into a fight with one of the young scout-warriors about my iude, and I stormed into Amos’s shelter, wanting something, anything to take the disgrace away.” Sylvie uned her legs and ran her hands over her long neck. “I had hoped that he would just bite me and take away the pain for the few blissful moments.” Toug her forehead, Sylvie’s hand shook lightly. “It was much more than a simple feeding. He didn’t ask, he didn’t inquire, he just took me…took all but a few precious drops of my blood and forced his stolen psma down my throat.” Sylvie touched her lips, “You’d think that I would have been angry or resisted, since I could right?”