“Yes, Alex, just like that,” Katie said as she thrust herself back onto Alexis’s fingers. Katie hugged her pillow while her hips rocked back and forth with more pace.

Alexis could feel Katie’s sex start to flutter, and her own orgasm was starting to build without much stimulation.

“Let me drink while we both come,” Katie said.

Alexis wanted that badly. As much as she loved drinking from Katie, there was nothing more intimate than when they both fed off each other. She hadn’t done this with any other vampire. It was a special thing between them.

She turned Katie over and positioned her sex over Katie’s thigh. Katie reached up and wiped a drop of her blood from Alexis’s mouth and sucked it herself. There was no more erotic sight.

Katie pulled her down into a kiss while Alexis pushed two fingers back inside her wife. They began to thrust together, slowly at first, savouring every feeling, but then they were soon sinking their teeth into each other’s neck.

They drank and fed, surrounded in love, until their hips sped up, and Alexis felt the flutter around her fingers. She gripped as Katie came with her fingers deep inside her. Alexis followed a few seconds later, throwing her head back and thrusting hard, while she groaned in release.

“I love you, Katie.”

“I’ll love you forever,” Katie replied breathily.

* * *

Victorija thrust onto the writhing vampire beneath her. Her vampire lover had already come twice, but not Victorija. Nothing was working, and she was becoming more and more frustrated.

Her blond lover had gone down on her, but nothing, she felt nothing. Then she put on her favourite strap-on, and nothing. She always came so easily with that, but not today. So she got rid of it and began thrusting against her lover’s thigh—again, nothing.

What was wrong with her? Sexual release was always so easy for her, but it felt like she was dead from the waist down. Victorija needed to come so badly, something to make the constant hunger for her blood bond more bearable.

Giving it one last shot, she sank her fangs deep into her lover. In normal times the taste of blood would be enough to bring her to the edge of orgasm, but now it tasted like nothing, and it did nothing.

Her frustration built to anger. She rolled off her lover and said, “Get out.”

“Principe? Was I not…? Let me give pleasure.”

The woman was about to try to go down on her again, but Victorija grabbed her throat. “I said, get out.”

The woman looked down in fright at Victorija’s hand. “What is wrong with you, Principe?”

The green in her arm had spread from her hand to higher up on her wrist. What was happening to her? “Get out!”