by Lovy Books
Della unbuckled herself and reached for Ava. She looked up as she heard an engine and saw the guy in the other vehicle driving away, his vehicle barely even scratched. She didn’t care at this point; she only wanted to check Ava. Della felt for a pulse and found one, slow and weak, but knew from the smell of blood in the car, from how much of it there was that Ava had very little time. She was going to bleed out in minutes.
Della looked at her friend, her lover, and tears fell from her eyes, blood red-tears. “I’m so sorry Ava; I have to do this. I can’t let you die.”
Della quickly drained Ava of any remaining blood she had within her body and before Ava’s heart could stop entirely Della tore open her own wrist with her fangs and let the blood pour back into Ava’s mouth. Della massaged Ava’s throat, encouraging the blood to drain down, to infect Ava with the living death she herself had lived with for so long. As she waited, she pulled the piece of metal out of Ava’s body and wrenched her arm bones back together. Finally, after an eternity, Ava coughed, and her cuts started to heal. The ritual didn’t always work, but it had this time. Della breathed a sigh of relief. She soothed Ava’s brow, shushed her as she made pained noises, her body dying but coming back to some semblance of life; a painful process. She was also experiencing the sensation of a severely damaged body being held, not painful but not comfortable either.
Della called emergency services as Ava finally regained consciousness and sighed in relief as Ava’s eyes finally opened. Her relief quickly turned cold as Ava’s hate filled eyes met her own.
“What have you done to me?”
Chapter Four
Della’s chest clenched as Ava’s anger came over her in waves. This was a possibility and perhaps she’d been selfish, but she could not let Ava die. She simply couldn’t have.
“Let’s just get through this then I’ll explain everything.” Two hours later, after being cut out of the car and drove home in a taxi, the women sat on the couch in Della’s study, pictures flashing by on a computer screen before Ava’s eyes.
“This was Martine. She was my love in the 1930s. I could not protect her; I hesitated after my maker left me and destroyed my trust and faith. I could not tell Martine what I was, I could not share my burden with her, but we were happy. We lived in Paris; she was one of the most famous burlesque dancers and singers in Paris at the time. We lived an open life of homosexuality; we were accepted, feted, loved by all who knew us. Then the Nazis rolled into Paris. The Gestapo heard about us and they took Martine. She’d spurned one of the collaborators; he’d made an advance towards her and she rejected him, I later found out, so he informed on her. The Gestapo had her sent to a death camp and she died there. If I had told her my secret, if I had changed her, she would still be alive today. But I balked; I hid my nature from her. And she paid for it. I wasn’t going to let that happen again. Not with you too.”
“That’s why you’ve hid yourself away for so long? You’re a vampire? I suspected as much when I found all of that stuff online. And I understand why you did it now, I did at the time, but the shock of it all was overwhelming. I may not have reacted in the best way.” Ava started but Della stopped her.
“Let me finish. I’ve spent 70 years ashamed. Ashamed that my lifestyle choice caused Martine’s death, that my cowardice prevented me from keeping her alive, that my selfishness let me live out in the open as we did. I’ve hid what I am, a vampire and a lesbian, for a long time now. The vampire part for much longer, for obvious reasons. My life has been about hiding and later about not letting anyone in. I’ve been ashamed of what I am but I’m not ashamed anymore. That’s because of you. I have to be brave, I have to be what I am. I will still hide the vampire part, I don’t want to be hunted down or used as a weapon, but I will follow your example and stop hiding that I love you, that I love women. You are a strong woman, worthy of a far greater person than I am, but if you’ll have me, I’d like to spend my life with you. If not, at least stay long enough for me to teach you what you need to know to survive in your new world.” Della broke off with a sob, her heart breaking at the thought of Ava leaving her.
“Della. I’m not going anywhere. You finally opened my eyes. The one thing I’ve been missing is a partner. I need to share my life with you, to come home to you, to build a home with you. You are home to me now and I simply don’t want to live a life without you in it. It would be a life not worth living. Let’s go to bed my sweet. Please?”
Della’s still heart throbbed for a moment, something it would sometimes do, and she took a deep breath. That was something she’d never quite figured out, how she still breathed but her heart was still, giving the occasional pump to remind her of what was missing. Now she knew it was her emotions that drove the organ to clench and she smiled. This was more than she could have hoped for.
“Can we get gay/vampire married Della?” Ava asked as they walked up the stairs to her bedroom.
Della stopped and looked at Ava. “Well, if that’s what you want to do we can get gay married yes. We can even do a vampire wedding,” she said with a laugh.
“I’d like that very much,” Ava said as they stepped into the bedroom and their clothes melted away. Ava straddled Della, her hunger for the woman now mixed with a bloodlust. She needed to feed, Della had much to teach her.
Using her fangs she scratched a path down Della’s breast, finally closing her mouth around the woman’s nipple, her fangs sinking in as she sucked. The pleasure of tasting Della’s blood almost distracted her but she wanted her lover cumming beneath her so she moved her hand down to Della’s clit, circling the little nub gently with her thumb.
Della inhaled, Ava’s ministrations filling her body with pleasure, not the pain it might have caused a human. Ava’s fangs were long, sharp, and delicate, unlike Della’s much stronger and thicker ones. The tiny fangs were barely even noticeable but as her blood passed into Ava her head filled with the images Ava was thinking, of the many things Ava wanted to do to her. It was like being fucked twice at once.
Ava couldn’t stop herself, the thoughts just flitted through her mind and she imagined a variety of ways and places she wanted to take Della’s body. Things that she knew would please the other woman and make her cum. Applying light pressure to Della’s clit as she thought and sucked, Ava moaned in happiness as Della’s body quickly convulsed.
The power of Della’s orgasm almost dislodged Ava but she clung to her lover, wanting to prolong the pleasure for Della as long as she could. Della smiled to herself knowing Ava couldn’t see her. She was going to return that little biting favour here in just a minute. Using her vampire quickness, she had Ava flipped and on her back in to time, her fangs buried in Ava’s own right breast.
Ava squealed at the unexpected pleasure of Della’s fangs entering her body; a shock that quickly turned to pleasure. She thought it might hurt but no, it was pure bliss, no wonder Della had cum so quick! Della’s fingers quickly filled her pussy and the world disappeared as Ava went sailing into the ether of a powerful orgasm. The world turned into Della’s thoughts, images of her own death being sent to her but quickly followed with the future Della had envisioned for them. Sex on a boat adrift at sea, sun and passion filling their days as they sailed the ocean, nights filled with cool breezed and blowing curtains in a Moroccan castle, the cool floor of a tent in the jungle, and Ava was finally cumming as a lifetime of pleasure joined with the moment to release so much of Ava’s pent up emotions and tension that she was certain she must have set the whole house on fire with her explosion.
Coming back to her senses she could see that the house was fine, she was fine, and Della was fine. All was right with the world, for the moment. Where a lifetime of empty nights had faced her she now faced a lifetime filled with passion and love. Della had finally realized that she couldn’t spend eternity alone as well and forever beckoned them.
“So, sailing huh?” Ava asked Della.
“Well, we can’t really do that one can we? Not without a crew at least, so p
erhaps we need a bigger boat. Sunlight is our enemy, after all. We could spend our nights sailing and making love as the crew sailed the boat during the day.” Della laughed, thinking her own inclusion of sunlight a bit silly as well.
“I’ll miss the sun, as I’m sure you do. But we can share it that way, when we miss it too much. We can do anything together, my love. Always together, forever and always. Never alone again. We have each other, and I’m not going anywhere.” Ava assured her.
“I won’t abandon you, as my maker did me. You’re a part of me now. That’s something she and I never shared, I was a toy. But you, you are my partner, my darling, now and always. I promise you that.” Della ended her own declaration with a kiss, her passion quickly growing for the woman beneath her. She was going to fill a lifetime of making love to this woman. Perhaps then she’d get her fill, but she somehow doubted it.
The End
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