If there was one perk about immorality, it was the amount of movies you could get through over the years and not feeling like you have wasted any of your time. Carm would surfed the horror channels whenever she had a moment to spare and even played a game of rating how realistic the murder scenes were. It was probably a game that shouldn’t be played as an ex minion of evil but she had to work on not killing everyone that annoyed her so it become a sort of outlet for when she had a bad day. Which is why when the TV came up with a classic black and white style horror Carm couldn’t remember seeing, of course it was going to grab her attention.
At first not fully but when she took her mug from the coffee she caught a glimpse of the girl running. “That’s right, you’ll be safe in there.”. Ever full of sarcasm she kept watching, convinced she could place bets on exactly how this was going to go when the realistic blood covered the girl and Carm raised an eyebrow at how convincing the effects were. A bit too convincing. Of course those thoughts quickly went out the window when the camera panned back and blood had made all the white parts of her clothes completely see through. When the camera showed her face Carmilla’s expression completely changed.
“Laura…”, By this point Carm was setting on the edge of the couch. Transfixed against the screen and wondering what the Hell was going on.
That’s when Laura spoke.
Carmilla listened to every word and when Laura proposed, dropped her mug on the floor in complete shock. More than shock, she felt like her stomach had done several backflips and jumped out a window. It was a lot of emotion, overwhelming for a vampire who had mastered lifetimes of suppressing every part of feeling until Laura came along. She had to take breath. Feeling that same excitement she felt on the morning of her eighteenth birthday and never felt so young and fragile again.
The closer she got to their room the more she picked up on Laura’s scent. Not the usual scent of her girlfriend but the scent of her blood. It filled the air enough to drive Carm’s senses wild. She knew this was on purpose but did not object one bit.
“Now who’s being the lure.” It could have been a trap and she wouldn’t have cared. She entered the room noting the dimly lit candle lights and the scent of blood now becoming completely intoxicating. As soon as she saw Laura on their bed, wearing a dress and distracting herself in such a way to purposefully send her crazy, Carmilla slowly moved up. She placed one kiss at the bottom of Laura’s inner thigh. The second a little higher until she was fully under the dress and able to let her mouth show Laura how she felt. Her tongue, finding the hood, softly started to explore before she began to suck. Carm was lavishing in how wet she was. Her taste filled her, urging her to keep going and one of arms Carm’s locked around Laura’s leg to keep her pulled in close. There was no escaping the pleasure she wanted to show her.
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Date: 2018-01-11 09:36 am (UTC)From:At first not fully but when she took her mug from the coffee she caught a glimpse of the girl running. “That’s right, you’ll be safe in there.”. Ever full of sarcasm she kept watching, convinced she could place bets on exactly how this was going to go when the realistic blood covered the girl and Carm raised an eyebrow at how convincing the effects were. A bit too convincing. Of course those thoughts quickly went out the window when the camera panned back and blood had made all the white parts of her clothes completely see through. When the camera showed her face Carmilla’s expression completely changed.
“Laura…”, By this point Carm was setting on the edge of the couch. Transfixed against the screen and wondering what the Hell was going on.
That’s when Laura spoke.
Carmilla listened to every word and when Laura proposed, dropped her mug on the floor in complete shock. More than shock, she felt like her stomach had done several backflips and jumped out a window. It was a lot of emotion, overwhelming for a vampire who had mastered lifetimes of suppressing every part of feeling until Laura came along. She had to take breath. Feeling that same excitement she felt on the morning of her eighteenth birthday and never felt so young and fragile again.
The closer she got to their room the more she picked up on Laura’s scent. Not the usual scent of her girlfriend but the scent of her blood. It filled the air enough to drive Carm’s senses wild. She knew this was on purpose but did not object one bit.
“Now who’s being the lure.” It could have been a trap and she wouldn’t have cared. She entered the room noting the dimly lit candle lights and the scent of blood now becoming completely intoxicating. As soon as she saw Laura on their bed, wearing a dress and distracting herself in such a way to purposefully send her crazy, Carmilla slowly moved up. She placed one kiss at the bottom of Laura’s inner thigh. The second a little higher until she was fully under the dress and able to let her mouth show Laura how she felt. Her tongue, finding the hood, softly started to explore before she began to suck. Carm was lavishing in how wet she was. Her taste filled her, urging her to keep going and one of arms Carm’s locked around Laura’s leg to keep her pulled in close. There was no escaping the pleasure she wanted to show her.