Sylvie

“But, Martin?” Casey offered and opened her eyes, finally witnessing Sylvie’s aroused chest. “I-um..he’s a ward?  You kissed him and it worked.”  She lightly stammered and bit down on her lower lip in an attempt to ignore Sylvie’s body signals.

“Oh, Casey.”  Sylvie sounded truly regretful as she kept talking, “Viv never told you, did she?”  She sighed and shook her head, “Making a ward or progeny is never without risk.  We can fail.  Think about like having kids.  You have the capability, you have the chance but it's never guaranteed.”  Finally able to concentrate, Sylvie kept talking in the effort to ignore the hot touch of Casey’s hands squeezing her waist. “Younger you are as a vampire, the higher the chance of failure.  I can only imagine Vivienne didn’t mention it because she’s so old she can’t possibly fail.”  Sylvie chuckled, “She’s the anomaly, along with myself.”

While the answers Sylvie provided to Casey seemed to make sense, she found herself in a losing battle to the warm scent of apples. “W-why Martin?  Wh-what makes you so different.”  Casey intentionally turned so her cheek would lightly brush one of Sylvie’s taut buds, sending a light tingle of desire down her own back. “I’ve missed being so close..to..to..”  She didn’t finish the confession, “..I hope you don’t mind.”

Unsure at first about what to do with her hands, Sylvie finally opted to focus on Casey’s curly hair. “I don’t mind.”

-What are you doing?-

Sylvie used her fingers and used them to both caress and gently pull the knots out of her friend’s partially wet and tangled hair.  Moments after Sylvie felt her nipple get tweaked, she closed her legs tightly in the vain effort to stop the rush of blood-infused vampiric sexual heat.  “Um..right, Martin.”  Sylvie crushed her moon-shifting eyes closed and took a deep breath, “He-he was an exception.”

-Get control of your body, you can’t hide this long.-

Catching a light whiff of her own sexuality, Sylvie silently prayed to herself and finished her explanation. “Martin was..was...t-terminal.  Um, there was no downside to trying.  Making him a ward saved his life, you-you know how it was. I simply got lucky.”

Without thinking about how close the two of them were, Casey scooted up Sylvie’s smaller frame until they were face to face, breast to breast.  Pressing large boobs into as much of Sylvie’s body as she could, Casey laid her head on Sylvie’s shoulder and wrapped her arms loosely around the vampire’s tummy, scratching the silk softly. “Why did you get lucky?  You are old enough to ensure success, right?”  Casey finally caught a light scent of ginger mixing with the apples and sighed. “Thank you for this, Sylvie.”  Casey gave her friend a light kiss on the neck. “I have avoided being close to anyone for months, since the wedding.”  Mildly confused about her own actions, Casey slowed her advances and looked into Sylvie’s new moon eyes. “Afraid of intimacy I suppose.”

“I am old enough, yes.”  Sylvie slowly confirmed.

-Keep that up and luck won’t be a factor, Casey.  I will lose control.-

Knowing that the thought she had was closer than she really wanted, Sylvie reached down and grabbed Casey’s hand and held it firmly in her own. “It’s my visions Casey.  I think that the use of my third eye and precognitive ability that stops it.  Martin is the only success I have had in two hundred and seventy years.”  Sylvie’s eyes shifted to their full moon brightness. “All of the others I have tried to create have died, horribly and in immense pain.”  Sylvie instinctively reached up to her chest and rubbed the tattoo of her magical eye. “Sometimes there’s a price to be paid.”

“Ow.”  Casey pulled her hand free and wiggled her fingers to get the needle feeling out of them. “Can you let me decide if the price is too high?”  Raising one of her sculpted eyebrows, Casey smiled and pointed between Sylvie’s legs. “You could make me..you know.  Just one little kiss?”

Suddenly thinking that the entire conversation was a ruse, Sylvie slipped Casey’s shirt up and saw her friend’s bald pussy poking out. “No, what?”  Sylvie unwrapped herself from around the auburn-haired fox. “You think that is how…”  She stood up and placed her hands on her hips. “We went over this before.”  Sylvie pointed at Casey sternly. “You said no, you did.”  She huffed and shook her head, “Was all that you trying to use me?  Use your body, like you always do?”  Her eyes floated into half moons, “I don’t operate like that, at all.  Look around, Casey.”  Sylvie paced back and forth, “I give and give.  I don’t demand anything.  Even if you were my ward, You think I would use you for sex?  Force you into sex?  How would that make me any better than the guys that you have been with?”

Taking the time to push down her shirt and cover her sex, Casey looked humbly at her friend. “I know what I said before and you’re right.”  She sighed defeatedly.

-Now you’ve done it Rivers.  Pushed the last person in your life over a cliff.-

Apples in the air reminded Casey that while her intention in the beginning wasn’t exactly honest, it was the sensations that occurred after that she did in fact enjoy. “Okay.”  She held up her hands, “I admit it, I told you ten months ago that I wasn’t interested.”  She patted the bed, “True, I wanted you to kiss me and remove all this bullshit in my head.”  Crawling onto her knees and looking up at the disapproving woman before her, Casey let out the last of her concern. “What we had just a few minutes ago, was completely real, Sylvie.”  She went for broke. “I don’t know how or why, but I really liked it.”  Casey felt the weight in her mind and body lift. “If nothing else, I am questioning where I wasn’t before.”  She paused, “Please, I didn’t lie about wanting to be held.”  She shrugged, “I have always used my body to get my way.”  She looked down at her shirt and moved it so she could see her tanned thighs. “Sex is almost automatic for me.”  Looking pleadingly into Sylvie’s eyes, “Please don’t hate me.”

“I don’t hate you, Casey.”  Sylvie softly confessed. “I have been drawn to you since I touched your arm that first night.  Even had a vision.”

Mirroring the vampire, Casey placed her hands on her hips and raised both her eyebrows. “Now who’s being dishonest?”  Her humbled look suddenly replaced with concern. “What vision, Sylvie?”

“It’s not even about you, Casey!”  Sylvie exclaimed and pointed at her friend with her index finger. “I thought it was you, I wished it was you.  Nothing about it is you.”  She flicked Casey’s auburn hair. “Everything is wrong.”  She paused, “That fucking vision has wrecked a few relationships now.  The last girl was named Rose.”  Sylvie shook her head, “I just broke up with her tonight.  Hours before I picked you up.”

Holding out her hand, Casey waved Sylvie back to her. “Why?  Why did you leave Rose?”  Comforted when Sylvie took her hand and climbed back on the bed, Casey tilted her head slightly. “Something about the vision didn’t match, did it?”

“No.” Sylvie fell back into Casey’s arms and hugged her friend tight. “I used my glamor ability and erased her memories of us, I didn’t want her to go through life wishing.”