It was wonderful. It was magical. It. Was. Perfect
Verena felt every moment of it, a million times. Every touch of her tongue, every caress of her hands, every exposed inch of her skin. She was ravenous. They both were. Years of repressed desire, unknown to either of them until being separated exacerbated it, were released in a single kiss. Verena wasn't sure if the kiss lasted seconds, or centuries, but for however long it was, it was her whole world.
When they finally broke apart, they were both breathless. When Verena looked into Marianne's eyes, she could see the same desire, the same need that she, herself, felt, reflected back at her. She let out a soft growl, her arms tightening, possessively, around her maid. "Marianne, I need you. I need you so much." Marianne simply nodded, too overwhelmed by desire to speak.
With her confirmation, Verena went for Marianne's clothes, stripping off her tight, black assassin's clothing, still stained with the dried blood of the man who'd tried to kill her. As the clothes came off, Verena felt a surge of heat, between her legs. With every inch of skin exposed on her maid, she grew harder.
After her upper clothing had been removed, Marianne reached down, her hand finding Verena's length, through her nightgown. Verena let out a long groan of satisfaction as her shaft was squeezed, gently. "Fuck... you're gonna make me cum before I even get your clothes off."
Marianne grinned, devilishly. "Challenge accepted." It took Verena a moment to understand what she meant, but a moment was all she needed. As her hands tried to get a hold of Marianne's tights, she felt the intensity of her lover's grip, wrapped in the soft silk of her nightgown, stroking up and down her rock-hard cock. Verena fumbled with Marianne's clothes, too distracted by the mind-blowing sensation to get a proper grip.
Then, she came. A long, deep, primal moan escaped her throat as her thick, sticky seed erupted from her, soaking the front of her nightgown and spraying through to cover Marianne's stomach and tights. When she eventually came down from her orgasmic high, she looked down at the mess she'd made on both of them. "You know you're the one who has to do my laundry, right?"
Marianne smirked, scooping a dollop of cum off her stomach and sticking it in her mouth. She let out a soft moan as she savored the creamy substance. Then, she slowly pulled her clean fingers from her mouth, smiling lasciviously. "Worth it."
Verena growled, licking her lips. Then, she went on the offensive. She bent down, putting her face level with Marianne's voluptuous chest, and latching her mouth onto a nipple. As Marianne gasped and moaned, Verena took the opportunity to finally get the last of Marianne's clothes off.
Once she had regained enough coherence to do so, Marianne looked down at Verena, seeing her still firmly attached to her breast. She tried to pull Verena away, but the woman wouldn't budge. "Verena, please, I'm still covered in blood. At least let me wash, first."
Verena pulled away, licking her lips as she grinned up at the bloody woman. "But, my love, didn't you know?" She leaned in, taking a long lick along her body, cleaning a streak of blood off with her tongue. The young vampire licked her lips, loudly swallowing before she looked back up at Marianne. "It's incredibly erotic to eat off of your partner's body."
Marianne was completely shocked, and incredibly aroused, by Verena's actions. "B-but doesn't his blood tasted foul?"
Verena grinned. "Maybe, but I doubt it. After all, the man seemed quite fond of marinating himself." She then leaned in, cleaning another streak off of Marianne's side. "And besides, even if it was, I wouldn't be able to tell." She stood back up, coming face-to-face with Marianne, again. She then leaned in and whispered in a deep, husky voice, "I only taste you..."
It was so romantic, and erotic, at the same time, that Marianne immediately went over the edge. "Ahhh!" She let out a loud, high-pitched moan as Verena's fingers found her dripping heat, and mercilessly pleasured her, extending the orgasm.
"Good girl..." Verena whispered in her ear as she came. "This is what you get, for making me ruin my nightgown." She then kissed Marianne, again, holding her there until she had come down from her extended peak. "Now, be a good girl and stand still while I clean you, you dirty little seductress."
So, she did. Marianne stood still as her lover cleaned every bit of blood from her body. Or rather, she tried very hard to stay still. In reality, she was trembling and moaning, as Verena deliberately made the experience as intense and erotic as she possibly could. It felt like it took forever, but they both loved every second of it. When it was finally over, Marianne had cum at least three more times, soaking her inner thighs, which Verena also cleaned up, an act she relished greatly.
When she was finished cleaning Marianne's body, Verena stepped back, finally removing her nightgown. For the first time, Marianne got a proper look as Verena's erection. Yes, she had seen it before, when helping her bathe, but it had always been soft, at those times. Now, it was as hard as diamond, standing straight up, at full mast.
Marianne was a bit intimidated. It was big. At least eight inches long, with a thickness to match. It was throbbing, eager, and, as far as Marianne was concerned, perfect.
Verena growled at Marianne, her eyes full of hunger, a gaze which, in any other circumstances, would terrify almost anyone, when coming from a vampire. For Marianne, though, it just made her even more aroused. "Get on the bed, and show me that pussy. I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name."
Marianne whimpered, a fresh trickle of arousal running down her leg. She obeyed without even a moment's hesitation. By the time Verena could even process that she had moved, Marianne was on the bed and in position, displaying the true extents of an Agility of seventy-six and a Dexterity of a hundred. Her legs were wide open, and she was looking at Verena expectantly.
Verena laughed, stepping towards the bed. "Well, someone's eager to lose their mind."
Marianne just smiled. "I need you inside me, please." As Verena climbed into bed, she added, "Oh, and don't worry about pulling out. I took some Brown Leaf this morning, so we're covered."
Verena's smile just got bigger. "Oh? So you were planning on this, huh?"
Marianne blushed as she realized what she had just said. Brown Leaf was a fertility inhibitor, essentially a birth control herb. Someone would only take it if they were planning on having sex. By telling Verena she had taken it, this morning, she had revealed that she had been expecting this.
Unable to backpedal, she just pulled Verena into a kiss to shut her up. She held the woman there, right up until she felt something very hard pressing against her pussy. She pulled back, gasping at the electric feeling that surged through her. "W-wait." Verena immediately stopped. "I... I'm a virgin. Please, go slowly."
Verena leaned in, kissing her again before speaking. "Well, I'm a virgin, too, so we're in the same boat." She gave her yet another kiss as she slowly started to push forward. "Don't worry. I would never hurt you, love." Marianne's heart fluttered at the words, and their tone. She was too overwhelmed to speak, so she just nodded, indicating that she was ready.
Verena went incredibly slowly. She took her time and savored every second as her cock gradually slid into the woman she loved. Then she realized she hadn't said it yet, so as she felt herself meet resistance inside Marianne, she said it for the first time. "Marianne, I love you."
Marianne started to cry. They were the happiest tears she'd ever shed, and she spoke without an ounce of doubt. "Verena... I love you, too." Then, Verena pushed forward, breaking through that last barrier, and Marianne didn't even feel it. There was no pain. There was no discomfort. There was just love. Pure, unconditional, magical love that eclipsed everything else. She wanted more. She needed more. She wrapped her legs around Verena's waist and pulled her in.
Verena tried to resist, not wanting to hurt Marianne by going too fast, but Marianne's Strength was nearly double hers. Within seconds, she was buried to the hilt, her hips resting against Marianne's. Marianne let out a loud scream, and for a moment, Verena thought she had hurt her. When she looked at Marianne's face, however, she saw an expression of pure bliss and ecstasy. Then, Marianne's body caught up to her mind, and she clamped down on Verena's cock like a vice. The poor futa never stood a chance.
She came immediately, even harder than last time. Her balls clenched, and she flooded Marianne with her essence. It was so powerful, and there was so much, that it felt like her body was trying to overpower the Brown Leaf by sheer force. As if her cock was trying to beat Marianne's womb into producing an egg for her, regardless. It wouldn't work, of course, but the thought made Verena cum even harder.
Marianne, in turn, had another orgasm, before the last had even finished. The sensation of Verena's warmth permeating her core sent her into a shuddering, heaving, wonderful climax. The two kept cumming for an impressively long time.
When they finally came down from the high, they were both exhausted. Despite that, however, Verena was still rock-hard. She grinned as Marianne's eyes widened, and she started to thrust. "You fucking slut!" Verena had a crazed look in her eyes, and she was mercilessly pounding into the woman beneath her. "If you want to get fucked like a whore, you could've just said so!" Every thrust was accompanied by an incredibly loud slapping sound as Verena's balls collided with Marianne's ass.
Marianne was a mess. A screaming, moaning, drooling, delighted mess. She lost count of the number of times she came within a few seconds, and she honestly didn't care. After all, it all just felt like one, massive, mind-breaking orgasm. Most of what escaped her mouth was incoherent babbling, but a few meaningful words made it out, in between the moans. "YES! FUCK ME! RUIN ME! MORE!"
The words just spurred on the rabid futa, making her speed up even further. "Is this it!? Is this what you want!? You want my cock!? You want my cum!? If you're so desperate for it, maybe you should've skipped the Brown Leaf, so I could breed you like the bitch you are!" Verena was mentally gone. Something about the situation had hit a trigger inside her, and she'd gone completely feral. She didn't stop after filling Marianne up a second time, or the third. It was only after five creampies that she was completely spent.
Finally, Verena collapsed onto the bed, half on top of Marianne. They both lay there for several minutes. Eventually, once she had returned to her right mind, Verena got off of Marianne. "Shit! Marianne, are you okay?" She put a hand on the woman's cheek, trying to rouse her from her cum-drunk stupor.
After a few attempts, Marianne finally became lucid enough to respond. "I'm... I'm okay. Just... really tired."
Verena smiled in relief, sighing as she rested her forehead against Marianne's. "I'm so glad. I..." She looked down, ashamed. "I lost control. When you..." She hesitated for a moment before continuing. "I smelled your blood, and I... kind of went into a frenzy." She sighed again, this one much less positive. "I'm just glad you're okay."
Marianne just smiled, putting a hand of Verena's cheek. "I feel like I should be flattered. If one whiff of my blood can do that to you, I feel like I should take that as a compliment."
Verena laughed softly, leaning into her touch. "Thank you, Marianne. Thank you for accepting me. Thank you for always being so patient with me. Thank you for... for being perfect."
Marianne started to cry, just a bit, and she wrapped her arms around Verena, cuddling up to her, affectionately. "And thank you for being you, Verena. Because that is all I'll ever need."
Verena just held her close, settling into a comfortable position as she prepared to go to sleep.
Then, everything changed.
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