“Everything will be fine. There is nothing to worry about.”

“There is nothing to worry about,” Lillian said in parrot fashion.

Victorija smiled and began to run her hands over Lillian’s body. “There, isn’t that better, Mademoiselle Witch?”

She leaned in and gave her a hard kiss. Lillian moaned and threaded her fingers through Victorija’s hair, apparently intoxicated with her.

Victorija prided herself on the fact that she rarely needed to compel the women she was interested in, only ever to calm them, as her charm was compelling enough.

She allowed one of her fangs to nip Lillian’s lip. The drop of blood fuelled Victorija’s excitement, and her sex demanded release, but first she had to get the plan clear. She and her vampires had worked too long and hard for anything to go wrong. Victorija placed gentle kisses on her neck and said, “Tell me the plan.”

Lillian groaned and tried to talk through what Victorija knew was a fog of lust. “When we are gathered in the throne room, I wait for your signal, then begin the incantation.”

She ran her hand up Lillian’s skirt and grasped her thigh. “Then when he falls, you must…?”

Lillian’s hands clutched at her bare back and shoulders, and she breathed heavily. “We keep him down until you have…”

When her voice trailed off Victorija turned her around, quickly raised her skirt, and dropped her own leather trousers. She could smell how turned on Lillian was, and proceeded to rip off her underwear and slip her fingers into her lover’s wetness.

“Until I have pulled his heart out, crushed it, and cut his fucking, smug, sociopathic head off.”

All Victorija could think about was coming and sucking hard on Lillian’s pulse point. She opened herself up, and began to thrust against Lillian’s pert bottom. Victorija groaned at the first touch of her hard clit on her lover’s flesh. “Mademoiselle Witch, you feel so very good.”

Her thrusting matched the thrust of her fingers, and the way Lillian was moaning and pushing back against her showed she was clearly enjoying it. She ripped open the collar of Lillian’s blouse and tasted her pulse point.

“Oh God,” Lillian cried out. “So good, but don’t bite me and mess up my neck. You’ve already had enough this morning.”

Victorija just laughed. She wasn’t going to fuck a woman and not taste her blood. She thrust harder and felt her own orgasm, powered and amplified by the blood she had already consumed, build fast, until her groin and lower stomach felt hot, burning, and ready to erupt. When Lillian’s walls started to grip her fingers, she sank her teeth into her lover’s neck. The taste of human blood multiplied her orgasm, especially as Lillian wriggled beneath her, and she thrust wildly into her. She drank until her orgasm subsided then pulled her fangs from Lillian’s neck, her lover’s blood running down her chin.

Lillian turned and pushed Victorija away angrily, while clasping her neck. “You said you wouldn’t.”