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HOOOOOOOOOOWL!!!

Soldiers, how are you? Tell me what are you thinking of the story, I'll love to hear you guys. Wolf hug and one more, ONE MORE NIGHT!!!

The song of the chapter: When Your Heart Is A Stranger (Friends In Paris). 

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"Cupcake," Carmilla whispered in her lover's ears.

Lover?

Not as supposed to, or could be, but in the tenderest way. The hunger in her chest, the urge to take that soft, succulent body. Except for the last part, she would be yours; hers all night long.

Carmilla watched her lover breathing through her mouth, trembling from the unknown. One of her hands went to the ribbon, while Laura's fingertips followed her jaw.

Smiling, she tilted her face in affection, leaving a peck on the palm, going to kiss Laura's forehead, each of her eyes covered, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, the corner of her mouth, and this last gesture caused a mocking giggle from the blinded one. The brunette laughed. They both knew where the next kiss would be. Leaning over to do it, touching her lips softly, Laura smiled in the kiss, and little by little the intensity crunched the contact with each submission, each voracious beginning.

Without resisting the blonde's tender embrace, their breasts touched. It was crazy what the journalist make in her body, causing an atrocity inside her, like thunder passing through. The brunette felt the red pulse in her eyes like the hot veins beneath her. A tide of boiling water lapping her flesh.

One last kiss, leaving a bright strand unraveling between their mouths. Carmilla followed her chin line, kissing her neck. Too much temptation—the blood—but she held back. The moment was too wonderful to end in a crimson sea.

The door was victimized by the insistent knocks of the insufferable hunter - distracting her from the blood desire in front of her - Carmilla let out an angry growl, but on the verge of leaving the sheets, Laura pulled her back, tossing them on the bed. Her legs hooked on each other, the passionate kisses growing stronger, intense and succulent, made her forget about her anger, and prefer caresses instead of punches. More docile, Laura arched her legs, turning her body on top of her.

In a kiss full of affection, she felt the journalist's tongue on hers, readily matching the movement, also felt her hands being guided to the top of her head, as well as her lips sucking her neck.

Bloody hell!!!

That makes her mind sink into madness.

"No," she gasped, reversing positions.—Today you are mine—She kissed Laura, plunging her tongue into that delicious mouth. She trailed kisses to her breasts, which were the most beautiful curves of her Laura, discreet, but no less than any other gifted with a front-end commission.

She shared love kisses between the wonderful curves, spilling the nipples, kissing very close, but without touching them. Clear was how much that stimulate the blonde, because the beaks were rigid, and even the brunette's breathing was enough for the sheets to be pulled. Laughing at the reactions, Carmilla stretched the tip of her tongue over her left nipple, circling it until finally nibbling, sucking and continuing with her tongue without taking her mouth off it, the tip of her index finger mimicked the movements of her tongue on the other side. Nothing of Laura would escape without attention.

The victim of the caresses dug her nails into the bed, her mouth opened, but no sound showed up from there, however, her scent was accentuated, not only her characteristic scent, but another one, one that Carmilla knew, and because it was her Laura, convulsed between her legs. Carmilla lowered her hand between her partner's thighs, still on her pajama pants, massaging gently. The blonde shivered, the vampire shivered.

That unmistakable feminine scent, the scent of her lover's arousal. Descending the kisses from her breasts to her flat stomach, spending time on the navel, making Laura shiver more. Reaching for the elastic of the pants, she kissed the skin around the border, dragging down the garment, distributing kisses on the uncovered thighs.

Laura squeezed her shoulders, making her understand the request. Carmilla smiled inwardly at it, wasn't a request to slow.

No.

Was.

Stay with me.

Don't leave me.

Want you with me.

Showed in so many ways, it was the way they looked at each other; the caresses exchanged each night, the covetousness in each kiss, the pain in each delay, each denial, each second without having what they wanted. Laura had said nothing, couldn't, poor thing. Carmilla couldn't tell which of the cravings was greater, having the body to herself, or having the chords in the journalist's throat back.

She crawled, leaving brief kisses on the reverse trail, lying down beside her girlfriend with their skin glued together, and kissing her at the end. Her fingers roamed the blonde's pulsing chest, past her abdomen, until she reached the small remaining piece of clothing—purposely left to bother—massaging over the fabric, feeling the wetness, enjoying every shiver caused by what was to come. Laura hid her face in her chest, gripping Carmilla.

Carmilla let out a laugh before digging under her panties, slowly counting the millimeters before reaching out. Hot and wet, her fingers slipped into the fully aroused intimacy. Laura dug her nails into her back.

"Babe," whispered the pale massaging her clitoris.

The vampire delighted in the evolution of the movements. Calmly; Laura squeezed her. Stronger and faster; nails marked her skin. The journalist writhed with pleasure, pulling and squeezing her, ruining her back. Gained by that pain on her shoulders, she gradually masturbated her more intensely, until she felt the burning of the scratches and kissed her, slowing down her movements. It was hard to hold back, but it was even harder not to teasing her.

Without seeing, without resisting, whatever the vampire wanted would be hers. The fireplace painted all golden-orange sunset, fiery flames to the dampening crackle of the fire, the flames glinting in the eyes of the lost brunette in the moment.

Their breaths, the heartbeats were one, soaked with the feeling of both, Carmilla took another kiss, satisfied with the pleasurable torture, going to mark her neck with hickeys and kisses, her fingers circled the girlfriend's nerve button, slowly, until the blonde's chest expand and contract violently, grappling the vampire's back as a warning of what was approaching. This time she would not stop, this time she was going all the way.

Stronger and intense movements, Laura couldn't take it anymore, and the vampire knew it, but something took her concentration off, a sound long buried in a frozen lake:

"Carm," moaned Laura, and the pale woman lost her trail of thought. Was she dreaming? The vampire looked up, watching her lover's mouth moan. "Don't stop," pleaded Laura, hugging her head. The vampire focused on the new sound, on the pounding of that racing heart. Every time her name was moaned between her girlfriend's few breathless words. "CARM!"

Heat took over Carmilla's fingers, smiling at it. An intense kiss held them for a long time before breathing calmly.

"No," asked Carmilla, holding Laura's hands before she took off the blindfold. "Not yet. But, your voice," She can not hide the happiness of hearing the voice of that chatterbox again.

"Sorry, it wasn't supposed to tell you yet, but damn, it was too good that, I couldn't hold it," she whimpered, getting seated. "Wait a second! This was my first time and I'm apologizing? No, but wait. Me, me, you, us, Carm," yeah, definitely a chatterbox; definitely Laura.

"Not supposed to tell me yet? Explain your self," Carmilla sat down beside the flurry of questions.

"Kind of, at least a while," said Laura.

"A while?" said Carmilla.

"A few days; one or two weeks,"

"What?! And when were you going to tell me?" asked the vampire.

"I wanted to make sure, I was okay before telling you. I wanted you to be the first person I talked to." Laura hugged Carmilla from behind. "It's just, I liked you talking, listening to you reading or anything, listening more of you, about you. It still too much, I don't know about the Carmilla I love." She was trailing kisses on the back of her neck, going up her neck.

The brunette turned her face in response to the calm and shy kiss, but Carmilla asked for space with her tongue, and in a few seconds they were clinging again, between kisses delivered, and tasty, when again the door was whipped.

"I'm going to kill this son of a..." The vampire got off the bed with Laura clutching her back.

"No, leave him, Carm," whimpered the blonde blindly, trying to prevent a painful tragedy.

"Get off me," came from the door, followed by barking and footsteps of a man running away from an angry dog.

Carmilla stopped in front of the fireplace, laughing.

"I hope he has more pants," The vampire came across a mute Laura at her back. "Hey," she turned around. "What's wrong? Even I want to impale him, Chlloe won't hurt him."

"It's not that, it's just that I really loved your laugh, your voice." Said Laura, blushing.

"And I missed yours." She held Laura's face, ending the distance between them in a kiss. The fire adorned her curves. The sheet she wore slipped to the floor as the two resumed their most daring caresses.

The blonde's tongue was submissive to the vampire. With brief steps they returned to the blonde's bed, but suddenly she lost strength in her legs.

"Laura," said Carmilla.

"Sorry, I just thought about what we're going to do now," confessed red like a tomato, and it wasn't even because of the firelight.

"Then don't think," the vampire smiled, lifting her lover by the thighs. "Just let it go."

Carmilla laid her gently on her still-made bed, unlike the utter disarray in Laura's bed, where it looked like a firestorm had rained down and broke chairs on the sheets, and now Carmilla's bed was about to drink from the same storm.

From many things that came to pass, the few that were planned, none had happened. From the unexpected, all had trampled the vampire, throwing her into an aimless sea. It was an impossible year for getting out of this world. Monstrous creatures, vanishing swords, mindless wolves, terrifying courts, poisonous governors, Ex's, red-headed lumberjacks, dumb hunters. One worse than the other, but none was even comparable to the disaster of her existence; the chatty girl with her in bed was the most excruciating of all things to hit her.

Every touch, word, kiss, every second of her was a wall falling apart.

How?

What was this girl doing to her?

What was going in her chest?

Love?

Love.

"Laura," said among the kisses, her fingers getting lost between the long blond strands. Laura caressed her, leaving brief kisses on the vampire's lap. "No." She held her girlfriend's hands in her pants. "Told you, you're mine today, plus you fooled over a week. I'm angry Cupcake,"

"I wanted to tell..."

A kiss silenced Laura.

Too bad the blonde was blindfolded, missing Carmilla's shameless smile as her eyes gleamed, marking a wet trail from her neck to her breasts; from breasts to belly; from the belly to the panties, but no, not yet. She pulled the fabric aside, thirst.

"I'll think about what to do with you, Cupcake," she bent her knees, opening the way to the throbbing sex of her girlfriend.

"I just wanted to make a surprise for..."

Once again interrupted by the vampire's tongue, but not in her mouth. Laura spasmed violently, arching her back backwards. Carmilla was a little hurt yes, but more thirsty than angry, thirsty for the moans, for the sheer pleasure of her girlfriend. No place for calm in the second round.

"Almost," she yelled, squeezing her hair. "Almost," Laura moaned louder. There were no more passersby in the hallway who could hear. "Carm," moaned. "Carm?" asked about the sudden stop.

Carmilla responded by kissing the drenched intimacy lightly, returning to the movements of pleasure, but slowly, and Laura throws her neck back, breathing fast.

"Okay, I'm sorry Carm,"

The way she moaned further pushed the brunette with her fangs bouncing. She struggled to keep them and continued to give pleasure by savoring her girlfriend. Sucking and circling the drenched intimacy; the moans echoed through the room.

Laura, Laura, Laura.

Without stopping, without letting a single inch without the touch of her tongue, squeezing the blonde's breasts almost to the climax.

Almost.

Almost there.

Laura was pulling at her hair, which Carmilla felt the last few seconds before the orgasm. She sucked and thrust her tongue into the opening, in and out, in and out, in and out, until pure pleasure flooded her mouth.

Carmilla licked her lips with her eyes closed, memorising the flavor, setting it in her mind. She opened her eyes, looking at the journalist's body glistening with sweat, her chest rising and falling madly. It was as if liquid sun adorned both of them, reflecting the fire's flames with hair sticking together, soaked from the result of the exercise. She crawled to stand forehead to forehead with the blonde, both of them smiling between gasps. But wasn't enough, not even remotely. Maybe her body couldn't take it, but, more, she wanted more of her, more of that pleasure. She ran her hand down the curves of the naked silhouette below her.

"Wait," asked her Laura, when attacked again by the vampire. "Carm, please, I still sensitive there," she bit her lip before the moans took the air.

"I know, but I won't stop until I'm satisfied of you," said Carm. It might sound a bit sadistic in that line, but Carmilla was so happy to love Laura, she wished the night never ends.

The journalist's body didn't take long to get it. Soon the sensitivity returned to pleasure, the requests turned to moans, ecstasy turned into marks on her back, and the heat took them both. The brunette smiled, sucking her lips, her tongue, taking everything she could in kisses. She wanted to hear more from her, left her mouth to take her breasts, sucking and nibbling gently, careful to not get too excited to the point of biting harder.

"You're so beautiful, Cupcake." She scored more of her neck as one of her fingers slipped into the wet opening.

Her movement made Laura turn her face on the yellow pillow, muffling her cry, then she went back to looking for her lips, and Carmilla wouldn't deny her anything, so he kissed her letting their tongues dance together, unfortunately this taste so good had to be pushed away, for their love urgently needed air when the moans grew louder. That was too wonderful. The journalist crazed with pleasure, the pain in her back, arms and shoulders, noting the other's desire.

The vampire focused on making the experience even more ecstatic for that girl. Soft and warm, uniquely. She felt the blonde's body contracting inside and out. Her fingers slipping in and out.

More.

Please more.

The long thrusts evolved into nimble ones, but losing nothing in intensity, eliciting the most delicious moans she could wish for.

Until she got there.

Laura didn't know where to grab, or what to grab, so much, that Carmilla smiled to see how maddened her pillow partner was.

"Carm, I..." It was impossible to finish a sentence without gasps cutting through the text. Without noticing, Laura raised her hips against the delicious movements, salivating for more pleasure.

She was close, a little longer.

"Come babe," said Carm, keeping the frantic pace.

"Carmilla!"

Laura's insides contracted violently, her body shaking as she clung to the vampire's. Again, both were panting because of love's urgency, which was finally shown like this. They exchanged kisses without separating. Carmilla remained in the same spot, lying beside the blonde to hide in the crook of her neck.

"Carm," said Laura, tired. What a beautiful picture falling from fatigue.

"Sleep babe, I'll be here when you wake up," she smiled, putting her arm under the exhausted journalist's neck.

"Promise? Won't it go out like the other days?"

"I promise." A whisper, and a goodnight kiss.

Laura swung one leg over hers. The brunette mimicked, putting her knee between the other's legs.

"Carm," mumbled Laura, from the contact.

"Sorry, wasn't intentional, Cupcake, rest."

"Good night, I...lov..." Her voice ended in a last tired breath.

Carmilla laughed as Laura had fallen asleep.

She smiled, stroking her long blond hair. A good heat overflowed in her chest, that feeling called peace, happiness, or was it sleep, incredibly she felt tired. Heavens and hells, what was this girl doing to her?

Giving her something she never thought she would have again.

Carmilla reached out of bed picking up the fallen sheet and blanket, covered their bodies glued to the narrow bed, turned on her side to accommodate Laura in her embrace, cradled her head on the yellow pillow and slowly tiredness embraced her sleep, along with a smile .

"Sweet dreams, Laura,"

"Yours," said sleeping, causing a bigger smile at the vampire.

"My Laura," said Carm, falling asleep with her lover.

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