by Zoey Marcel
But there were other times when Sonya feared his prophesied return for Nimbus' sake. Wherever the incubus was now, he was damned. And hastening the rapture and judgment day would only bring about Nimbus' inevitable descent into the abyss along with the others who were damned. The thought of him suffering killed her. The thought of him wallowing in eternal torment alone made her feel guilty. He was her mate and she should be with him.
No. He should be with her. He made his choice and so did she. Nimbus was the fool hell-bent on damning himself and she was the wise one doing everything in her power to forget. But she would never forget and that in and of itself felt like hell to her. An eternal damnation of the heart she lost irrevocably to him and him alone.
Sonya got up quietly to keep from disturbing Tansy. The linoleum floor in the kitchen felt cool against her bare feet. The flimsy, black lace of her chemise reminded her of the passion she shared earlier with her roommate.
She poured herself a glass of water, enjoying the way the cold liquid flowed steadily over her tongue and soothed her parched throat. If only it had the capacity to ease her soul as well.
Sully had called her mother. He'd looked her in the eye as he breathed his last, knowing that his own mother had killed him. Then he was no more. Cursed to an eternity of torture in the abyss, because his mother tried to save him and failed. In her pursuit of redemption, she'd brought about his damnation. How could she ever forgive herself for that? No more than she would ever be able to forgive herself for the heartache she put in Nimbus' eyes when she left him and said her vows to become a black angel.
Sonya wondered who had raised Sully in her and Nimbus' absence. Probably Sully's other father, Jude. She hadn't run into Jude since before she became a crusnik, nor did she know what sort of person Sully had grown up to be. One thing was for certain, if Jude raised him then Sully had likely become the epitome of evil before his fateful death. His probable wickedness did nothing to alleviate her misery and guilt.
Sonya returned to the bedroom when she heard the rustling of covers. Tansy sat up in bed, her black hair tossed about her shoulders as she blinked several times to get her bearings. The plume-like strap of her purple baby doll slid down her shoulder by accident, though the subtle movement called to Sonya seductively.
“What are you doing up?” Tansy asked with a yawn.
“I was just getting a drink of water.” Sonya climbed back into bed, feeling mildly comforted when the woman rubbed her shoulders, easing away the pent-up tension.
“Were you thinking about your son?”
She nodded. It had been her intention to keep the awful truth of her son's demise a secret, but Tansy dragged it from her. The witch was a good listener and talking about it helped a little.
“I just can't believe that I'm the one who killed him,” Sonya whispered sadly.
“You were only doing your duty. You didn't know he was your son.”
“I know, but it still hurts.”
Tansy planted a light kiss on her left cheek. “I'm sorry. Do you know what would help? Creating an ache somewhere else.”
“Are you going to punch me in the face or something?”
She laughed, moving her palm to cup Sonya's left breast while her other hand smoothed up and down her bare thigh. “That wasn't exactly the type of ache I had in mind.”
Sonya's stomach flip flopped at the naughty suggestion and she felt a stirring in her groin at the other woman's gentle, deliberate touch on her leg. “You're tired. You should sleep, not -”
“Shh.” Tansy's lips lightly pecked hers, teasing them until they tingled in response to her invitation. “I know just what you need. Do you need me to grope your breasts?”
Sonya gasped, thrilling over the way her roommate tugged the delicate straps of her chemise down.
“Yes.” Her whispered reply fanned Tansy's lips before the witch swallowed the whisper and slowly seduced Sonya's mouth with her own while fondling her boobs. The feel of the other woman's palms rolling and kneading her breast tissue was as soothing as it was decadent.
Sonya whimpered when a hand cupped her crotch beneath her chemise. She hadn't bothered to put panties back on after their tryst earlier, since the other woman insisted she go without them tonight. Tansy wouldn't let her mouth retreat from hers as she calmly rubbed her pussy and dipped her slender fingers into Sonya's moist cleft, making her mewl with bliss.
“Do you need my fingers in your pussy?” Tansy murmured against her lips.
“Yes,” Sonya breathed in response, body trembling with anticipation. She broke the kiss when a cool finger pushed into her vagina and massaged the walls therein, stealing a breathless gasp from her.
Tansy smiled, brushing Sonya's clitoris with the pad of her thumb, only enough to make it pulse and tingle with awareness. “You're creaming for a woman, bad girl.”
Sonya moaned and rode the inserted digit. “More.”
“You want another finger?” Tansy lightly tapped her clit before her finger ceased the intimate contact.
“Please. I need it.” Sonya flinched when Tansy wedged another finger inside of her and thrust into her cunt with both fingers, mimicking a very tiny penis.
Tansy nudged Sonya so she lay back against the mattress while she played with her. The witch's busty chest hovered near her just beyond reach of her mouth. Sonya lifted a hand to cup one of her tits, but Tansy pinned her wrist to the bed, eliciting a titillated groan. Sonya loved being held down and coerced into things. A trait Nimbus instilled in her long ago, but she couldn't entertain the memories right now. They would be too painful and hardly fair to the woman kind enough to pleasure her tonight.
Tansy moved so her behemoth breasts dangled in Sonya's face. “Suck my tits, tramp.”
Sonya moaned and took a distended nipple into her mouth, sucking it hard and enjoying the woman's noises of salacity. Tansy crouched lower so her boob squished against Sonya's face and she was forced to devour more of her breast.
The fingers working in and out of her sex kept Sonya on edge and she wailed against the soft, womanly flesh her tongue played with when Tansy traced erotic circles on her swollen clit with her finger.
“Sonya,” Tansy breathed her name into the warm darkness, working her fingers faster to drive Sonya crazy.
Sonya rocked her body against the pleasing digits and sucked Tansy's boob harder, nipping it with her teeth, which she knew would satisfy her. Sonya's orgasm came suddenly and with little warning as she convulsed against the mattress while the waves of thunder rolled hard and furious through her body. She bit down lightly on the tit in her mouth, relishing the way Tansy cried out and seemed delighted with the pleasure-pain.
Sonya panted for air, shivering when Tansy removed her fingers from her cunt with a playful grin and bounded over to the dresser. She padded back over to the bed with the flesh-colored feeldoe. Both women slipped off their lingerie, unveiling themselves completely.
“Shall we pretend I'm a lecherous bastard who kidnapped you and means to take your virginity?” Tansy asked, wiggling her eyebrows.
Sonya laughed. She loved that fantasy, though Tansy had never understood it since it was once their reality back in the early nineteenth century. Still, she indulged Sonya's guilty pleasure and she in turn allowed Tansy to behave like a dominatrix with her sometimes.
Tansy slipped the bulb up inside of herself and climbed onto the bed with the shaft pointing toward Sonya. She overcame Sonya's pretend struggles and held her wrists down by her side. She coerced the dildo up inside of her, jarring a myriad of bittersweet memories. While this was definitely a fantasy Sonya enjoyed, tonight in the dark room with her heart heavy and her mind filled with the echoes of the past, playing at a reality from long ago hardly seemed wise. It was too easy to imagine her true mate was taking her instead since they were in the dark and the dildo felt so real.
Sonya shook her head. “I want to be inside you this time.”
Tansy released her wrists, giggling slightly when Sonya pulled t
he feeldoe out of her and knocked her down. She climbed on top of Tansy and slipped the bulbous end up inside of her own vagina.
“What am I doing? I should get you off first so you're wet,” Sonya realized.
Tansy ran her hands up and down her taut thighs. “Go for it. I'm already wet enough from watching you come a little bit ago.”
Sonya smiled and poised the crown of the dildo at Tansy's entry, giving it a slight push before applying more pressure with a swivel of her hips.
Tansy gasped once it slid inside of her. “Oh god, it feels so real. I'm glad we bought that thing. We still get the best part of the man without having to get the dick that comes with it.”
Sonya laughed. “You're the best.”
The chuckles ceased as she began to move inside of Tansy. While they still used a strap-on dildo sometimes, since purchasing the feeldoe, they'd gone with the latter quite a bit more. Having part of the toy inside of her while thrusting into her partner made the encounters that much sweeter and more intimate. Sonya could feel the magnitude of each thrust and knew the depth and speed she used on her lover this way.
“There's a vibrator on it too you know,” Tansy reminded her.
Sonya grinned. “Is there?”
There was a pause filled only by the primal sound of flesh moving together as one.
“Use it on me if you want me to let you come,” Tansy threatened.
“Since you asked so nicely,” Sonya teased, turning the vibrator on.
Tansy's sudden jolt at the buzzing was a treat for her eyes. Sonya too became enveloped by the sweet vibrations emanating from the toy. Each steady thrust made the egg in her pussy rub her G-spot. If she went long enough she would probably come from the stimulation there like she often did.
Tansy ran her hands up and down her body, groping and bouncing Sonya's tits while she seemed to melt into the slow pumping inside of her.
“Beautiful,” Tansy breathed, groaning softly at Sonya's gentle caresses on her hips and tummy.
Sonya's head went back as she rocked into the other woman's body and arched into the soft, dulcet palms rolling her breasts.
The buzzing below made her pussy tingle and her legs tensed at the teasing promise of an orgasm that was so close, but still tauntingly just beyond reach. Sweat trickled down the backs of her legs and settled behind her bent knees. The oscillating fan blew a refreshing breeze periodically, but the humid warmth of the summer night was still an incentive for perspiration.
Sonya stroked Tansy's clitoris while the witch played with hers simultaneously, both succumbing to hedonistic sounds from the vibrations ensnaring them. Sonya felt like she was inside the woman since every thrust affected her G-spot and the feeldoe connected them physically in a way a strap-on dildo never could.
Her eyes closed and she wondered if this was what it must be like for a man to be inside of a woman, or at least somewhat close to it. Did it feel like this for Nimbus when he moved inside her body and joined it with his?
Sonya shoved the thought aside. She refused to fantasize about him while in bed with someone else. It wasn't fair to Tansy, though both women had agreed that this would be an open relationship between them. They might be lovers and while they were best friends and cared about one another deeply, they weren't in love.
There were occasions, rare though they might be, when Sonya needed to feel a man's touch and relive the exhilaration of a real cock tunneling inside of her. Tansy respected this and would amuse herself with other women whenever Sonya got the urge for men. But they were only flings and in the end she came back and the two women came together again. Both were bisexual, though Sonya resided on the straighter end of bi, whereas Tansy leaned more toward the lesbian aspect of the spectrum.
Sonya willed her eyes to open and looked down at the soft, voluptuous woman writhing and panting with need against the linen sheets. She truly was a beauty. A living miracle if ever there was one. It was sad the way Tansy had never allowed herself to trust a man enough to sleep with him after Jude's heinous treatment of her. She turned to women instead, mainly Sonya, though she sure wasn't complaining about Tansy's preferences.
Intense heat diffused from the overwhelming pressure on her G-spot and spread throughout her body like a lusty forest fire that quickly got out of control once Tansy nudged her clit into climax. Sonya brought her roommate with her and both women cried out, bodies quaking in the throes of abandon. The finale was powerful as her cunt clamped down on the bulb and squeezed it so hard the buzzing there became almost unbearable.
Sonya turned the vibrator off and slipped the feeldoe out of them, shaking violently in the aftermath. Tansy pulled her body against hers and they lay in each others' arms panting and shuddering with bliss. The sweat glistening on their bodies and combining as they kissed and touched was a subtle turn on.
“Thank you for that,” said Tansy, “but I was supposed to bring you comfort.”
Sonya grinned, nestling her face between Tansy's squishy mounds. “Trust me, you did.”
“Good.” Tansy kissed the top of her head and gave her a light squeeze. “You're a good person, Sonya. I don't care what you did in the past, or what your abusive conscience tells you. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. Then maybe you'd give yourself a much-deserved break.”
Sonya's heart warmed at her words and she wrapped her arms around Tansy, hugging her tight. “Thank you.”
Chapter Two:
Soul Fusion
Sonya went to Seattle with a few black angels who were led by Blade. Evidently there was a coven of vampires hiding out in a high school. Student casualties were reported for the past week or so, seemingly at random, but Blade had a hunch that the victims who kept turning up dead with neck wounds were the work of sanguinary vampires.
Sonya followed him and a few other cruxim to the city to put an end to the killings. Tansy insisted on going with her and Sonya reluctantly acquiesced as long as Tansy promised to stay in their hotel room at night.
Sonya sneaked into the school with the other black angels that night. It was October, so school had started up again a month prior, but some of the after school activities delayed their break in. The vampires would be out feeding, but just before sunrise they would return to escape the lethal rays of dawn. Then the dark angels would unleash hell on the undead killers.
Sonya walked through the boys' locker room. The quiet darkness was eerie and haunting. She heard tiny, feeble noises of suffering coming from over in the corner and made her way over, wooden stake in hand.
A middle-aged brunette crouched on the floor in the corner. Her right hand was missing and blood gushed from the wound she quickly wrapped in a towel. Her head jerked up and she hissed upon seeing Sonya. The flashing of her red eyes gave away her species.
Sonya raised the stake to strike, but then lowered it and gaped at the woman. It was Demornae. The vampire had once been an acquaintance of hers in heaven and on earth back in the nineteenth century they'd slept together during Sonya's captivity. Demornae could be cruel and aggressive when she wanted to be, but she'd also been gentle and soothing by comparison of some of the men who had used Sonya back then.
“You.” She couldn't say any more. Seeing the vamp now was like looking into the face of a ghost. Demornae was the enemy, but Sonya had been caressed by her once. Should she regard the brute as a friend or a foe?
Demornae stared at her, jaw dropping in shock. “Sonya? Is that you?”
“Demornae.”
“Wow. What are the odds?” She snickered humorlessly.
“What happened to your hand?”
“A battleaxe. Compliments of a damned crusnik. No offense. I’d be able to heal if it hadn't been a celestial weapon.” She shook her head ruefully. “I guess I'll be doing things single-handed from now on.”
Sonya might have smiled at the pun if she hadn't been so stunned by the familiar presence in front of her. “I'm sorry about your hand.”
Demornae looked surprised. “It's not y
our fault, though that's hardly a conventional thing for a black angel to say to a vampire. Aren't you supposed to bite me or drive that stake into me?”
She was. Why wasn't she? “All in good time.”
Demornae grinned at this, though her eyes betrayed her fear and reluctance to embrace her impending death. “I see. You plan on tormenting me with the threat of death first. That's your demonic nature talking.”
Sonya gripped the stake at her side tighter. “It's my duty to kill leeches like you.”
Demornae winced and pressed the towel to her injury harder. “I never said it wasn't. So what are you waiting for?”
Sonya stalked toward the bloodsucker slowly, the steady sound of her black stiletto boots clopping against the solid pavement floor. She positioned the stake at Demornae's chest, just over her dormant heart. The vampire held her gaze, masking her fear fairly well, though Sonya could still smell it. She was surprised Demornae didn't fight her or try to flee.
Sonya stood again and stepped back with the stake. She heaved a long sigh and nodded with her head toward the door. “Go on. Get out of here.”
Demornae's lips parted in amazement. “You're letting me go?”
“You're injured. I think you've suffered enough for one night. Just don't let me hear about you harming anyone again or I'll be forced to come after you.”
She nodded and left quickly, but deep down Sonya knew Demornae would kill again. It was in her blood. Her nature drove her to snuff out life and drink the blood of the innocent. But how could Sonya kill someone she once knew so closely? Another crusnik would slay her sooner or later. That didn't mean it necessarily had to be her.
She turned and her heart leaped in her throat when she saw Blade standing there, watching her. His face was fraught with disapproving indignation. “Blade.”
