What Time Is It? lauronica_mars

[countess_karnstein]

Years had passed since the events at Silas University. Since the mansion and the unforgeable encounter with Elle and the bunch of restless spirits. Thankfully, since the destruction of the left over eggs from the Angler Fish God life had finally become normal. Well, normal in the world of Carmilla and Laura wasn’t your usual definition. Carmilla was a vampire and finally had her PHD in philosophy. LaF and Perry’s business had exploded and grown to chains all across the world. They even bought an apartment near Laura and Carm’s for when they were in town and could visit. Carm swore Laura pretty much spoke to them every day anyway. Her and her friends were inseparable at times. At first Carm found that annoying but over the years she’d come to respect how there for one another they were. Sometimes it even reminded Carm of a time her and Mattie were so close.

She got back to the apartment before Laura. This time carrying another box of colourful fan mail, thankfully smaller than the one from yesterday. Laura’s reporting had finally paid off and after her blog and videos exploded over the internet a lot of people stepped forward with strange or supernatural occurrences around the world. It meant the two of them got to travel, help people which Laura loved to do and her reporting was as popular than ever. Even Carm got fan mail which weirded her out from time to time. At least in all this between them, LaF and Perry none of the small success had gone to their heads.

After placing the box on the kitchen counter Carm poured herself a glass of synthetic blood. LaF and Perry supplied them free of charge which was another thing Carm could never complain about. She took a sip standing in front of the five year plan board which was now mounted on the living room wall. The laptop was still out from some recording Laura had done in the morning. Carm pulled her long now straight hair back and into a high ponytail collapsed on the couch. The clock read 23:06. By vampire time this was way too early to be up.

There was a groan followed by a blanket being pulled down over her. Her hand only escaped to turn on the TV to the horror channel. Obviously Carm’s favorite.

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[lauronica_mars]

"Such a good girl." Laura's croon was soft as she watched Mircalla broken down with pleasure and writhing. "Sweet, submissive, and utterly controlled and at my mercy. But as good as you look like that, and as much as it pleases me to see you like that, you still need a little more."

Her smirk grew. "The circuits are, of course, under my control Mircalla. And all I do to overwhelm you with pleasure and force you to cum is snap my fingers. You desperately want it, don't you, pet?"

With a wicked smirk Laura raised her right hand in front of Mircalla's forehead just in line of sight and snapped her fingers.

She watched with a wicked smirk and as some coherence was starting to return to Mircalla, but she hadn't recovered, Laura snapped fingers on both hands simultaneously - one by each of of Mircalla's ears.

When Mircalla came back to herself the circuitry would have finished spreading and all evened itself out, and she'd be covered neck to toe in a thin and skin-tight black catsuit with circuitry woven into every level. It was barely enough for modesty, forming a smooth layer over Mircalla's nipples and crotch, but otherwise revealing and accentuating every curve.

[countess_karnstein]

The more she was reminded how helpless she was the more Mircalla wanted to struggle for her free will but couldn’t. She was on the brink of wanting to explode and desperate to do anything for it.

There was a brief moment where her growl escaped her throat at the mention of being called pet but as soon as Laura snapped her fingers she came and she came hard. Her body shuddered and writhed with such a force Mircalla thought she was going to pass out.

Wave after wave hit, each one more intense than the next and lasting so long it was as if the circuts wouldn’t let her come down. Eventually when there was a lapse enough that she could just about start to think, Mircalla saw Laura snap the fingers of both hands and came so hard, so fast that her scream entered silence.

She didn’t notice how much of her body was covered. It was the last thing on her mind as she grabbed the back of Laura’s head and gripped her hair. Mircalla wanted to pull her into a kiss but threw her head back and writhed, begging for Laura to get between her legs.

“More..” Was the only word she could cry out.

[lauronica_mars]

"Pets shouldn't get greedy." Laura's smirk was wicked and from her eyes she was on a power trip. "In fact, pet, right now you can't feel anything between your legs or on your breasts."

Laura gave Mircalla a second to take that in and possibly experiment to check it was true. "Fortunately there's one loophole. You do get to feel what happens between my legs. And I'm wearing nothing under this dress."

Her tone switched to an order. "Now on your knees and lick. And no fangs." Mircalla was perfectly capable of finding her way under Laura's skirt given an invitation.

[countess_karnstein]

At the command of her words Mircalla stopped feeling and trembled on the come down. She let go of Laura and as coherence started to come back it was enough time for her to look at her body. “What have you done? This…” She tried to peel off what looked like a suit but realised it was now her skin. “It won’t come off.”

On instinct Mircalla touched her face but her fingertips weren’t the same. It felt different and eventually she found the metal ridge that was fixed along her jawline and gasped. The reality set quickly set in that there was no getting out of this.

Mircalla touched her breasts and felt nothing. As one of her most sensitive parts this made her angry but just as Laura had spoken she couldn’t feel anything below the waist.

Before she had time to argue Laura sent another command and powerless to resist Mircalla did as she was told, growling slightly that Laura had taken away the use of her fangs. She knew Mircalla loved to bite as she played.

Her hands came up and kept Laura’s legs from closing. She started off slowly flicking her tongue across the hood of her clit, sucking at the right moments she knew would make Laura wet. Only this time she shivered with experience of everything Laura was feeling. The moans that escaped Mircalla’s lips built higher but she couldn’t stop. Her tongue kept tormenting and building up pressure she didn’t know she had left.

[lauronica_mars]

Mircalla wasn't the only one hideously turned on right now and it wouldn't take much at all to get Laura off. Of course right now Mircalla couldn't cum without Laura snapping her fingers and she was even more aroused than Laura.

But, contrary to current events Laura wasn't that cruel and just as she felt her orgasm overtake her she snapped fingers on both hands. And as soon as she recovered she snapped her fingers again. And again. And again. Until Mircalla's dream shattered.

And the first thing Mircalla would hear on waking was Laura, having been thrown out of dreams, snapping her fingers almost unconsciously. Which would have the same effect it did in the dream.

[countess_karnstein]

Mircalla never imagined cuming so hard and fast with each orgasm overlapping the next at the snap of Laura’s fingers. She lost complete control and screamed so loud she almost blacked out with pure pleasure. And just when she thought it was slowing down Laura would snap her fingers again and deny her any chance of recovery.

Her orgasms were so intense by now that when the dream shattered around her Mircalla opened her eyes and was now face to face with Laura. She barely had a second to notice how incredibly wet she was because Laura snapped her fingers and Mircalla had to grab the pillow and shove it over her face to deafen how loud her screams were.

Her body shuddered so hard that the nails of her free hand tore into the bed sheets and then threw into the mattress. Everything was numb.

That free hand soom came up to grab Laura and stop her from snapping. Once more and Mircalla worried she would black out and not wake up again.

[lauronica_mars]

Laura just blinked blearily at Mircalla and gave her a sweet if sleepy smile that showed that despite Mircalla's screaming she wss barely awake at the moment. "Scared yet?"

[countess_karnstein]

After the last orgasm hit, Mircalla’s fangs had torn into the pillow. She tossed it aside and was still trembling over everything that had just happened. She didn’t need to check to know that she was still dripping wet. The afterglow was washing through her making everything tingle and as Mircalla caught her breath she laid on her back and ran her fingers half through her hair, holding them there while she stared at the ceiling.

There was a pause while she tried to calm down. It must have been a few seconds but to her that pause lasted hours while she searched for a way to answer Laura. What was the best way to admit defeat without surrendering? She thought about a sarcastic comment, deflecting or going with her general snarky remark of ‘is that all you’ve got’ but Laura had seen past that part of her now. Even though they were both naked, Mircalla had never felt so exposed. Only Ell see’s past her walls.

“Yes.” She answered honestly and tried to bring her knees up just to get some feeling back. “I won’t underestimate you again.” It didn’t take a genius to know that was hard for Mircalla to say. “Maybe now you will see one of me in your dreams?” She dropped her hands but continued to stare the ceiling, finally calming down.

[lauronica_mars]

"Good girl." Laura smiled, and although Mircalla wasn't still in the dream her mind had been conditioned to respond with a wave of pleasure. "But speaking of dreams, I need some restful sleep to recover from everything." She smiled. "Night Mircalla."