Sapphic Frozen Touch

by Barbara Downey

  "He's fine," Lilith said. "At home. You can see him soon but first I need to get you strong. I'll get you some food. Relax, Chloe, you're safe."

  She left me, gripping the sides of the bed. I was terrified, my heart should have pounded, but it didn’t. I raised a hand to my chest. Silence. Still, deathly silence echoed in my chest. The wound my father inflicted had already healed. I wanted to kill and eat my father.

  Lilith went to fetch a person for me to eat but wasn’t hungry anymore. The idea of killing a human left me queasy. Monsters don't experience guilt. I checked my breath, blowing onto my fingers and nothing. Not a single whisper of air caressed my fingers.

  Lilith returned, carrying an icebox. I heaved a sigh of relief.

  "For a minute there, I thought I was a vampire, and you were bringing me a person to eat," I laughed. Obviously, my heart was beating, I was alive. I rested my hand on my chest. Still nothing. Lilith's expression tightened, her brow creased. She was pale, haunting and beautiful but pale like she was dead.

  "Am... am I a vampire?" I sobbed. Tears wet my cheeks. Vampires don't cry.

  Lilith's father picked us up in a Range Rover. She lives in a detached six-bedroom house with her mother and vampire. It's a fairly mundane existence for the undead.

  "Yes," she said.

  "Will I kill people?"

  "No, it is illegal for our kind to kill yours. Your kind are the murderers, but we hope you can help us stop the war."

  "How?"

  "Talk to your father, explain our way of life to him."

  She reached into the freezer box, pulling out a bag of thick, sticky blood.

  "Eat," she said. "You're hungry, it'll make you better."

  Though the thought sickened me, I lifted the bag to my lips, almost automatically.

  "Don't think," Lilith said, "just eat."

  My teeth, well, fangs I guess, pierced the thick plastic package. Ice cold, thick blood oozed down my throat. It wasn't unpleasant, but it's not an experience I would rush to enjoy again. The dull ache in my chest vanished, the song of the birds grew louder and clearer, the room I was in lit up bright and clean and Lilith beamed at me. As I drank in my new senses, she explained everything. Vampire is a virus, we have souls, we need blood to survive, and yes, it must be human, but it need not be fresh though fresh tastes better. I could work in their pharmaceuticals lab where they seek a cure for the virus and occasionally come up with some brilliant medicine they sell to humans. Vampires made sunblock.

  "Does everyone want a cure?" I asked.

  Her shoulders shrugged, "Some people, some want to walk in the sun, others want to live without drinking blood, a few wannabe stoners want to experience the effects of drugs and alcohol and some are happy as they are."

  "You?"

  "I'm happy, I'm happier now I have you." She climbed on to my bed, resting her head on my shoulder. Her delicious, exotic scent smacked me in the face. Vampires have a sex-drive, I don't need Lilith to tell me that. My stomach coiled if I had breath it would’ve quickened. I stroked my fingers through her long, glossy hair. Even my touch was heightened by the virus keeping me alive after my father killed me. Her hair slipped through my fingers like silk. I threw my head back. A small moan came from my lips.

  "If you think that's good," Lilith laughed, wait until you have sex."

  "I don't want to wait," I gripped her hair, pulling her head back. Our lips smashed together. She fed recently, on a woman. A spike of envy rushed through me. I kissed harder, my fangs grazed her lips. Lilith is mine and only mine. I will not share her. Once again, starved of her touch between my thighs, I took control, forcing her head down my body. She put up no fight, letting me guide her head to my crotch.

  "I missed this flavor," she purred yanking my panties down. I released her hair, gripping the sides of the hospital bed. Just her lips vibrating against my pussy set me on edge. The second her tongue touched me I was on fire. Need rushed through my body. My muscles tensed and cramped. It was like fucking on Viagra or coke. Her tongue hit my clit, I came instantly, an intense orgasm took hold of my body. My body shook and quivered, my back arched. I panted, begging for more. She would never sate me of my need for her. Bonded, that's what she said we are, our love and passion is more than a human is capable of. We're bonded as one, forever. Only death would break us apart. I understood, as she slipped her fingers inside me and my pussy clenched around them why she turned me. Parted by death isn't something she could face. She loved me.

  Two slim fingers probed deep into my pussy. They curled, stroking over my G-spot. The climax started between my hips with a maddening tightening. My toes curled.

  "Oh, God, Lily," I yelled. The clinical scent of a hospital mixed with the heady aroma of sex. A hospital worker popped his head around the door.

  "Busy, leave us,” Lilith yelled. The vibration of her shouting against my pussy sent shudders down my spine. Stars danced in my eyes. My fists gripped the bed like my life depended on it. She is perfect, utterly, totally perfect, and she is between my legs, feasting on pussy like she hasn't eaten in days.

  The tightening grew so tense I worried I would snap. Lily shoved a fourth finger in my pussy. A sweet burn meshed into the waves of pleasure crashing over me as she stretched my pussy to its limit, her tongue still lapping at my clit. A damp patch spread over the crisp hospital sheets beneath me.

  "Lily," I yelled, my body rocking under her. She struggled to pin me down, clamping her hands on my hips so she could draw out the last drop of my climax.

  Sex as a vampire is like nothing I've ever experienced. Every sense is heightened, each nerve ending on hyper-drive and no matter how much you come, your supernatural body still has energy for more.

  "I'll never tire of you," I panted as Lilith came up for air.

  "Nor will I tire of you. I am sorry I turned you."

  "I'm glad you did."

  ***

  A month passed before doctors deemed me well enough to visit with my father. Saturday, early evening. He should be in the gym. Lilith's driver dropped us outside.

  "I'll wait in the car," Lily said, "good luck. I know you can do this."

  "If he kills me?"

  "I witnessed the pain in his eyes the first time, he won't bring himself to do it again." She leaned over me, opening the door. Dusk, it wasn't properly dark but from behind the horizon, the sun's rays aren't powerful to harm us. I stepped onto the sidewalk, steeling myself for rejection or a fight. I can't fight my father, not to the death. I stayed close to the exit, giving myself a chance to flee if it came down to it. My stomach in knots, I pushed open the door.

  An aged man, drawn and weak thumped half-heartedly at a punching bag. His chocolate eyes were all that remained of the father I knew. He suffered greatly after my death. My heart broke for him. I longed to run to him, throw my arms around his shoulders and tell him it will all be okay but I daren't. He's wearing his combat pants. Since I went missing, vampires were under curfew on the weekend, only able to go out in teams of four, one civilian, three soldiers. Too many of were falling foul of my father's grief. I had one chance to get him to see sense before the commander sent a hit squad to take him out.

  "Daddy?" I whispered.

  His gaze snapped up from the punching bag, locking on me. He stumbled back, yanking a stake from his pants.

  "Stay away from me, vampire."

  "It's me, Daddy, it's Chloe."

  "My Chloe died, you're the thing living in her body."

  "No, Daddy, it's me, it's Chloe, your special girl." A tear welled in the corner of his right eye, his lower lip wobbled. "We're a team, remember? You and me against the world after Mom died."

  "You died, Chloe. I killed you."

  "You gave me life, a new life, one I am happy in. The only thing missing is my daddy."

  "I won't be turned," he backed into the side of the boxing ring, waving his stake erratically.

  "I don't want to turn you, Daddy. I just want to hold you again, hear you say I love you
and listen to your heartbeat like I did when I was a kid."

  "Stay away," he righted himself against the boxing ring. The tear in the corner of his eye rolled down his drawn cheek, followed by three more. His heart rate increased.

  "Daddy, it's me, it's your Chloe. I need you. I want to train with you." He flinched but didn't move as I stepped closer. Ryan lingered in the corner, a scarf tied around his neck. If you believed the rumors, he was sweet on Aria's neighbor, a young vampire called Alice. Soldier's reported Ryan always warned unwitting vampires Dad was about to arrive when he could.

  "Chloe, you died, I killed you," he fell to his knees. "I killed my daughter, my baby and still you torture me with images of her. Kill me you monster, it will be a mercy."

  I flew to him, throwing my arms around his neck, drinking his familiar, homely scent. His arms hung limp at his side.

  "I love you, you are my hero," I whispered. One arm reached to my back, stroking the ends of my hair.

  "Chloe?" he asked.

  "It really is me. I'm training to be a biologist, Dad so I can help the vampires who want a cure."

  "My Chloe, my baby, you came back?" He enveloped me in a tight bear hug, strong enough to break my ribs if I were human.

  "I love you, Daddy."

  "I love you, Chloe, always."

  Still hugging him close, I reached into my jacket to pulling out my phone. I text Lily a thumbs up. She appeared in the doorway, fiddling with her hands, inspecting her manicured nails.

  “Dad, this is Lilith, my girlfriend and the woman who saved me.”

  He stood slowly, eyeing her with caution.

  “Very pleased to meet you, sir.” Ever the royal Princess, Lily curtseyed.

  “Princess Lilith,” my father said, stepping forward.

  “Yes, sir.”

  He extended his hand, slowly, tilting his head. His eyes narrowed on Lily’s fangs.

  “You lived up to your promise. Thank you.”

  “Thank me by ending the murder of our people,” Lily begged.

  “I’ll meet with your father and consider your proposal. Given you're with my daughter, I guess we should meet. I make no promises.”

  “I understand.”

  Their relationship remained fraught for years. It wasn’t until we married he stopped wearing a steel collar when he visited us and Lily’s family on Sundays.

  Convincing him to end the war proved hard but not impossible. The two sides called a shaky truce six weeks after my father and I reunited.

  THE END

  Breaking New Grounds

  Description

  Cornelia is in a boring marriage and usually blows off steam with Paolo, a masseur at a massage parlor. One day, she and her best friend, Maya, stop by. They get there just before a kidnapping takes place. They are kidnapped, along with the owner of the parlor, an older lady.

  During captivity they learn to rely on each other until they manage to escape. In the process, Cordelia discovers the reason why she always felt there was something missing in her marriage: she enjoys mind blowing fff sex. They later manage to escape before the ransom is brought.

  Chapter 1

  “I still don’t understand why you intend to go out today, Cornelia,” Maya said to me. She frowned as she looked at me through the mirror. We had just come from a round of tennis and I had just taken a shower and was in the process of getting dressed.

  “I’m just going to the gym and I hope that you don’t have other plans because you’re coming with me,” I said, looking at her as I straightened my skirt.

  “Ha, you have a very interesting way of putting things. We both know that you’re not going to the gym. You are going to meet your gym instructor, Paolo, so that you can do other things even though you’re a married woman, Cornelia. I’m very scared for you because the day that your hubby finds out, he will skin you alive,” Maya said with a frown.

  “Come on, Maya, Pierre is not going to find out a thing. I don’t see why you worry so much; have you forgotten that he was the one who recommended Paolo to me in the first place? And besides, what would you know about what I go through? If you ever get married to a man who is married to his work and does not give you any affection, you will understand. Paolo is the one that sort of makes me feel complete, if you know what I mean,” I said to her, not sure if she would understand.

  I had been married to Pierre for the past year and a half. He was a handsome guy in his early forties and also one of the wealthiest men in the city. I had found myself attracted to him when I was still in college and he had married me a year later. Now I was nineteen and probably at the prime of my sex life. That was most likely the reason that I felt sort of deprived when he spent most of his time at the office. As a result, I had settled for the handsome trainer, Paolo Zullo. He was a good-looking man, probably around the same age as I was, or slightly older.

  It had all begun with the way that Paolo would look at me, almost as if he was undressing me. I would feel his eyes hovering over the crotch of my bikers, which at times spotted cameltoe, and also over my breasts, usually tucked away in a pair of boob tubes. After a while, it had gotten me turned on and I had started revealing more and more of my body. I finally invited him into the ladies changing rooms after a training session when nobody else was there, and Paolo had fucked me like it was the end of the world. Ever since that day, I seemed to have an insatiable appetite for sex and just craved more and more, even just after sex. I had become some sort of addict and I think that it was because my first ever sexual encounter was with Pierre.

  “I’ll just take a shower in the guest bathroom, if that’s okay with you,” Maya said, picking up her bag and walking out of the bedroom.

  “This is like your second home, darling,” I said to my best friend. “You are free to shower wherever you want.”

  I went ahead and chose something sexy to wear. I put on just the right amount of makeup and, underneath my skirt, I did not even bother to put on panties. I preferred going bare as it sort of gave me freedom and if there was going to be a quickie with Paolo, it would be less of a hassle. I felt excited as I finally made my way out of my bedroom. I always felt like this when I knew that was going out to be naughty. I found Maya in the guest room just getting dressed.

  “I can't believe that you’re already smiling like that when you're still in the house,” Maya turned to look at me.

  “I'm smiling because you too look stunning and I'm hoping that you, too, get to find someone special to take away the urges within. I'm getting pretty scared that you might be growing cobwebs down there and that is no good for a young hot woman like you,” I said to Maya. She blushed deeply, her cheeks turning crimson.

  “Do you really mean that…you know…that I'm hot?” I had never seen Maya blushing this way before, and I wondered what was wrong with her.

  “Don’t tell me that you are gay?” I smiled broadly.

  “What difference would it make if I was gay or not?” she said, reaching for her handbag. “You had better stop asking too many questions. We don’t have all day to spend at the gym and, besides, I would like to catch up with my studies later on today.”

  We headed out of the house to the waiting limo. Such was the life that I led and although it seemed exciting to have a limo with a driver at your beck and call, for me it got pretty boring sometimes. At times I even missed the times that I had to hitch a ride to my apartment back in my college days, whenever my convertible broke down. I remembered all of the guys that used to try and flirt with me. It was exciting, although I turned all of the guys down, wanting to save my virginity for marriage. Maybe that was the mistake that I had made in my life. I should have experienced all of the fun that was on offer out there before venturing into marriage.

  Within no time, the limo had pulled up outside the exclusive gym that was located right on the beach of Miami. “Why don’t you go back home and then come back after an hour and a half. By then we should be done with our workouts,” I said to the driver throug
h the privacy window.

  “No problem at all, Mrs. Beaumont,” Edgar said, stepping out of the car and coming around to open the passenger door for us.

  The breeze tickled me underneath my skirt as I stepped out of the car, stirring up a wave of desire. Maya and I walked into the building as the limo pulled away. It was a Monday morning and I knew that the place would not be as busy as usual. We walked up to the reception and I immediately felt that something was not right.

  “Now this is odd. Today there is no receptionist here to welcome the guests and the place seems awfully quiet,” I said to Maya.

  “I thought so, too, but hey, she might have taken a break or something.”

  “Whatever, at least we know our way around this place,” I said. We walked past the reception desk, making our way into the building. We took a flight of stairs down to the back and I still felt as if something was not right. There did not seem to be anyone in the building even though the background music played softly.

  “You know what, Cornelia, this place is beginning to give me the creeps. Why don’t we just go and come back some other time,” Maya said. I could see that goose bumps had formed on her forearms and her voice was filled with fear.

  “I don’t think that anything bad could happen to us while we are here. Have you forgotten that this is the place where all the rich and famous in the city come for their sessions?”

  It was at that moment that we stepped into the aerobics room. My blood froze the moment that I saw the strange-looking fellow. He was muscular and wearing a black sleeveless top that showed off his tattooed, muscled arms. He wore a pair of old jeans and boots. In his hands he held a pistol that was resting on his lap as he watched us walking into the room.

  “Welcome to the party, ladies. I'm so glad that you found us because we were just about to leave,” he smiled, showing off tar-covered teeth.

  “Maya, run,” I managed to say.

  Both Maya and I turned around quickly and began dashing back from where we were coming. I was glad that we were both wearing our tennis shoes or we would have gotten nowhere on the slippery tiles. We had not gotten very far before I felt something hard hitting the back of my head from behind. I was sent flying to the ground, crashing down with a thud. Before I could think, I felt strong hands grabbing me and lifting me off the ground. I was carried off somewhere as I lost consciousness.