Sylvie

Returning the hug in kind, Casey wrapped her arms tightly around Sylvie. “That was sweet, and thoughtful of you.”  Casey bent down and kissed Sylvie on her neck again. “I wish I could have the same happen.”  She looked into Sylvie’s bright white eyes and found the will to stop holding her friend close and instead cup the vampiresses cheeks. “I stole the kiss from Vivienne, drunk and after she saved me from another vampire.”  Casey ran her fingers over Sylvie’s cheeks slowly. “I won’t do that to you.  Although, I really want to kiss you and see what it’s like.”

Sensing the shift in the music, Sylvie looked over to her phone when Pat Benatar started singing the song “Shadow’s of the Night”.

‘You said, "Oh, girl, it's a cold world when you keep it all to yourself",
I said, "You can't hide on the inside, all the pain you've ever felt",
Ransom my heart, but baby, don't look back 'cause we got nobody else,

Unable to fight the events of the evening any longer, Sylvie combined the vision she’d had when they arrived to the music playing from her phone. “Lay back, Casey.  You haven’t been held in months, and I don’t want to do this without you having some fulfillment to offset what could happen.”  Sylvie guided Casey so that she was lying flat with her head propped up by a few pillows. “Let’s make a dream come true.”  Sylvie brushed the loose and curly auburn strands from Casey’s face. 

Nodding with a grin on her face, Casey started to unbutton her shirt when she felt Sylvie’s hand close lightly over her own. “I-I don’t understand.”  She lifted her head slightly and peered into her friend’s eyes. “I thought this was..”

Sylvie held up her finger and winked. “Shhhhh…”  She whispered and cupped one of Casey’s feet. “No, it’s not about sex.”  She shrugged, “..at least not at this point.”  Sylvie slipped one of her long nails lightly over Casey’s big toe. “Lay back and relax.”  Sylvie flicked her tongue over the same toe she’d been playing with. “When was the last time anyone looked out for you?  Answered your needs?”  Sylvie playfully asked as she lightly kissed the tops of Casey’s toes one at a time.

“N-never.”  Casey groaned softly, “It-i-it’s sweet load Sylvie..what are…”  She rolled her brown eyes up briefly when she felt her large toe get enveloped in Sylvie’s warm mouth. “...you..Oh god!”  Casey screamed and dug her fingers into the bedspread.

Blood sprang from the tiny hole that Sylvie opened with two of her fangs at the base of Casey’s toe.  Supple little squirts of the crimson fluid sprayed lightly over the vampiress's tongue and briefly cooled her throat, “Mmmhmm, I knew that sound was you in the manor.”  Sylvie licked the twin holes closed with a swift lick. “Biting is in your blood, my friend.”  Sylvie playfully laughed and suckled on another two of Casey’s toes. “Admit..it.”  Sylvie purred and used all four fangs to send more blood shooting down her throat.

“Okay..okay…okay.”  Casey panted and found herself unable to stop squirming with pleasure. “B-b-b-been this way since Viv..”  Heavily sucking air through her teeth, Casey lost her train of thought when the tingle of excitement ran the length of her spine and settled between her bare legs. “..Before she-she-she met…Oh goddd…”  Slipping one of her shaky hands between her legs, Casey sought to offset the building tension with careful swirls on her clit.

Sampling Casey’s blood from all five toes, Sylvie moved her trail of kisses and nibbles along the arch of Casey’s foot. “Look at all these lovely veins.”  Sylvie purred lightly as she dragged her fangs lightly over the bluish blood-filled seams. “You wanted more of this didn’t you?”  Sylvie kissed the same spot then bit through the light layer of skin, letting the blood dance once more over her tongue.  Savoring the sweet iron taste a little more than she should, the vampire licked each hole closed. “Casey…”  Sylvie cooed softly, “Did either of them t-tell you how your blood..”  Sylvie wiped her forehead of a few beads of red-tinged sweat. “..it’s nothing I have ever experienced.”  Sylvie found herself drawn back to Casey’s foot once more, not to kiss, but to slide her ruby red lips lightly over Casey’s ankle and to her Achilles tendon.  “It’s like you somehow..” Kissing the lump of Casey’s calf, Sylvie kept her hand on the foot she’d been paying attention to and raked her nails over Casey’s skin until she felt her toes once more. “..I think it explains so much..”  Sylvie twisted and fondled Casey’s toes once again.

Unable to reason why she was holding back, Casey dipped into herself and caressed the inside of her cunny and kept up the pressure on her soft pearl. “I..Mmm, I…”  Casey sputtered and lifted her hips to meet her middle finger. “..don’t know what..else..oh my god…”  Biting down hard on her lower lip, Casey felt her own blood spread into her mouth and down her throat.  Through the sexual haze and orgasmic mountain she was steadily climbing, Casey heard the echo in her mind.

-It isn’t about sex.  Your needs, Rivers.-

Attempting to stop herself, Casey pulled her fingers free of herself and twisted the blanket in her hands again for about five seconds.

-Fuck that, this is my need.-

When a giggle lightly escaped her lips over the thought, Casey resumed her self-satisfaction.  Plunging wildly into herself once more, Casey resumed her easy climb to what she knew would be a wonderful release in a few moments.

Nodding to herself, Sylvie knew that Casey was beyond the point of listening or even feeling anything except her own body.

-Time is now.  If you are going to do this.-

Weighing the heavy fact she’d never successfully made a progeny, Sylvie let the hesitant thought leave her mind.  Spreading herself along Casey’s quivering body, Sylvie helped her friend reach the high she was looking for by gliding her nails from her feet and up her bare legs.  Scooting until she was flush with Casey’s neck, Sylvie finished her gentle trail with her fingernails with a light caress on Casey’s cheek. “May fate shine its gentle rays on you, Casey.”  Sylvie whispered as she felt Casey reach her climax.

Summoning all the strength she could, Sylvie plunged her four fangs into the heavy pulse on Casey’s neck.  Aided by the former ward’s heartbeat, Sylvie took in the thick streams of blood and kept drinking well past the seconds that would have allowed Casey to recover.  Reaching a thirty count, Sylvie felt Casey’s pulse begin to fade.  Quickly licking the four holes closed Sylvie ripped open her own wrist and pressed it quickly to Casey’s ashen lips. “Drink, quickly.  Please hear me Casey.  Drink, Let my blood replenish your body.”  Watching as the blood from her wrist filled Casey’s mouth, but not go down her throat, Sylvie grabbed a handful of the curly auburn locks and yanked. “Casey!”