by Taryn Rose
“I’m not going anywhere. Not without you.” She took Skarlet’s hand. “I have an idea. Will you trust me?”
Skarlet’s heart might have skipped a beat. She felt almost human, and it was wonderful.
The bright lights of the Great White Way electrified the city like a noonday sun. Yet the empty streets belied their brilliance. As Skarlet hurried away with Emma, she began to numb to her fate. My days are numbered, hours probably. The important thing is to save Emma. She let Emma lead her to the back of a theater, where she took out a key ring. Emma searched through a slew of keys until she found the right one, and struggled with it.
“Emma.” Skarlet put a hand on her shoulder. If she couldn’t save herself, fine. But a chance still remained to save Emma. Why did she have to be so damn stubborn?
“Bear with me,” Emma said and gave a quick, cunning smile. The door flung open and she motioned for Skarlet to follow inside. Then she flipped on a bunch of lights, and the bulbs hummed. She opened a door to a storage room and pulled on a string, illuminating rows upon rows of costumes of all styles hanging like a lifeless kick line. Wigs in various colors and lengths rested on the shelves above the wardrobe.
Emma sifted through the costumes and grabbed a few items.
“Here, put this on.” She threw a grey trench coat and male trousers at Skarlet. “And this.”
Skarlet caught a flesh-colored piece of rubber. “What is this?”
“Daddy Warbucks’s bald cap. Put it on.”
“Emma,” she said, shaking her head.
“Put it on.” She glared at her playfully.
Skarlet obliged, wrapping her hair around then tucking it underneath the rubber cap.
“You’re a sexy bald man,” she giggled. Giggled at a time like this. “One more thing.” She moved in close and rubbed black chalk against the hollow of Skarlet’s cheeks and on her chin. Emma’s immediacy and full attention gave her goose bumps. And her scent was delicious, awakening her appetite.
“This is absurd,” Skarlet spoke quietly.
“Your vampire ‘colleagues’ do expect you to be a woman, don’t they?”
Skarlet exhaled deeply, assembling herself in the rest of the gear. “I can’t hide for very long, Emma. They have their ways.”
“Here’s a fedora.” She patted it down on Skarlet’s head. “You’re very tall. What are you, six-two, six-three?” she said, sizing her up.
“Emma, I look ridiculous,” she said, catching a glimpse of herself in a full length mirror.
“What’s your shoe size?”
Skarlet rolled her eyes and sighed. She let Emma remain in control, then watched her floozy herself up in a powder blue tube top and silver sequined micro-mini skirt.
“I’ve seen what you can do—well, this is what I can do,” Emma said as she wiggled into her tube top. “It’s theater.” She threw a red purse over her shoulder and shut off the lights.
Skarlet grudgingly followed her out of the theater and into a cab, shutting the passenger door after them.
“So I’m the wealthy man who has bought you for the evening?” she said with a smirk and adjusted her hat.
“We’ll check into a hotel and then we can figure out our next move,” said Emma.
Skarlet marveled at Emma’s optimism. At how beautiful and innocent she appeared even in the tawdriest of getups after a nightmarish evening.
“Fine. We can arrange your flight from there. Do you have relatives in any Scandinavian countries?
“Can’t we fly away together?”
“My powers of flight are limited. I could never make it that far. I’m sorry, Emma.”
“Here, here!” She turned to Skarlet. “Let’s get out on Sixtieth Street.”
Emma paid the driver. She kept looking back, paranoid it seemed, that a car could be following them. But vampires don’t follow in cars. It’s not our style, thought Skarlet.
Grasping Skarlet’s hand, she led her into the Pierre Hotel. Baroque chamber music and an enormous Asiatic vase full of marigolds welcomed them inside the lobby. Skarlet’s lungs welcomed the clean and fresh fragrance. The ambience gave the illusion that the tumult was over, even though she knew the worst was yet to come.
“Nice digs,” said Skarlet.
“My goodness, are you being lighthearted?” Emma jibed.
“No.” Skarlet retreated, keeping her guard.
“Let’s check in.” Emma turned business-like.
Skarlet stole a glance at Emma as she spoke to the concierge, checking them in under aliases. The micro-mini she wore was crass, but undeniably arousing. And how she was taking charge. Emma cared about her. Skarlet could scarcely remember the last time she felt cared about, and a tear began to coat her eye. She struggled to hold it back. Tears would roll red streaks down her face and possibly give her away as a vampire—in case a hunter was around. She took Emma’s hand into her own and savored its warmth. Emma looked up at her, and smiled.
“So I’m Mr. Butler, am I?” Skarlet said.
“Just until we figure things out,” Emma said. “Do you have a better idea?”
“Here are your keys, madam and sir. Any luggage?”
“Not as such,” Emma said and blushed at the stranger, fully aware of how things appeared, how she intended it.
“Very well. Enjoy your stay.”
Emma glanced at Skarlet with a touch of glee in her eyes. Maybe they were safe, for now.
Chapter Five: Emma
Emma opened the door and let herself fall into the haven of golden-tasseled shams atop the plush king-sized bed.
“So comfy.” She patted the space next to her, hoping Skarlet would relax finally, and join her. A little down time was in order.
But Skarlet was wound too tightly to notice the beauty around them. The creamy, leather headboard. The suede loveseat facing an indulgent marble topped coffee table. Mired in her own thoughts, Skarlet paced the room.
“Come here, Skarlet.”
“This is only a temporary reprieve, Emma. I need to get you on a plane. I need to see this through,” she said, and cut across the regal rug to the computer sitting patiently on an antique-styled oak desk.
Emma stood up and joined her. As Skarlet logged on, Emma reached down and began untying her trench coat.
“What are you doing?” Skarlet asked, taking a sharp breath. Emma smirked, basking in her newfound power over the omnipotent vampiress.
“I don’t need you dressed like a man anymore.” She pushed off the coat and looked over Skarlet in her leather bustier, her large, firm breasts pushing upward. She peeled off the bald cap and fingered through the black tufts that flung out wildly past her shoulders, framing her gorgeous face. The awful trousers made her laugh and she unbuttoned those too, pushing them down to reveal the most fit, yet feminine, legs she had ever seen.
“Emma,” Skarlet exhaled her name, quivering, as Emma’s hands traveled down along with the pants until they fell to the floor, and she was left only in her leather. Emma leaned into the deep crevice between Skarlet’s breasts, kissing…
A groan left Skarlet’s lungs and her fangs revealed themselves. She growled and looked at Emma, tears welling in her eyes.
Emma lifted her head. “It’s okay. I know what you are.” She stared deeply into those bold green eyes and pushed dark tendrils behind her ear. She could feel Skarlet’s lust for her, and her vulnerability. It only made her want her more. “Don’t hide from me.” She leaned back, thrusting her breasts out. “Take me, Skarlet. I’m yours.”
Skarlet’s breathing staggered, causing her own breasts to heave. “I could lose control, Emma and I can’t—I won’t hurt you.”
Emma moved in close to her and kissed her neck, gently fingering up and down the beautiful, strong arm that had carried her through the sky earlier that evening. With her other hand, she thumbed a stone-hard nipple over the leather bustier.
“Ahh,” Skarlet moaned, and grabbed Emma’s tiny waist. She tore off the tacky micro-mini skirt then hastily
pushed down the tube top, causing Emma to gasp at her sudden nudity. Her perky breasts bounced at freedom and Skarlet immediately took them in her covetous hands. Her fangs were both frightening and enticing, the ultimate manifestation of her desire. Emma could feel her sex throbbing like it never had before. This was the most intense attraction she ever felt for another being. She imagined how slick her insides must be, readying for pleasure of the highest order. A craving that could only be sated by Skarlet. Get inside me and start fucking me like the beast you are. Her longing weakened her. She closed her eyes, and felt Skarlet cup her ass, molding her in those strong hands, squeezing until it hurt. She opened her mouth to receive Skarlet’s forceful tongue and they kissed and pressed together until Emma couldn’t stand the layer of leather between them any longer. She opened her eyes and untied the bustier in a frenzy, until Skarlet put her hand on hers.
“Emma, don’t,” she panted, clearly struggling to maintain some control.
“I need you naked, Skar.”
Skarlet’s eyes widened.
“Is it okay that I called you Skar? It feels…natural.”
“Yes…yes,” she responded, and allowed Emma to undress her.
“You’re so beautiful,” Emma said upon releasing Skarlet’s bosom, her nipples high at attention. Emma marveled at the washboard abdomen that belied the full, feminine breasts above. It was unlike anything she’d ever seen on a woman. She ran her fingers across the exquisite ridges, causing Skarlet to moan and push off the rest of her body suit. She threw Emma onto the bed suddenly and topped her.
Emma gasped at Skarlet’s incredible strength.
Skarlet smiled. Her nipples brushed against Emma’s skin, pushing down on her, their naked bodies finding a natural rhythm together. “God, you’re sexy,” Emma said and lifted her neck up, sending her tongue deep into Skarlet’s mouth without regard for the fangs. They tasted each other’s soft lips over and over again, Emma catching breaths through her nose, inhaling Skarlet’s seductive scent, which reminded her of the ocean and new leather. Skarlet ripped off her own undergarment, the final layer between them, and spread herself across Emma’s body.
“Ooh,” she moaned, and stared into Emma’s eyes, the two women completely naked together for the first time. Emma sustained her gaze and Skarlet lowered herself onto her. Emma’s head fell back when she felt the brush of a clit. Her legs spread instinctively to welcome her and she felt powerful, able to command the full force of Skarlet’s lust.
Skarlet staggered herself between Emma’s legs and glided, sensuously. Her clit throbbed against Emma’s and their slick lips became more and more slippery, causing Skarlet to press harder to keep position. The sensation awakened a new passion in Emma, and she relished her first time with a woman. Her whole pussy so fully engaged. It was so carnal and unlike anything she’d ever done with another human. She thrust upward finally, mashing herself into Skarlet, who smiled down at her.
“That’s right, Emma,” she said and looked into her eyes, breathing down on her, keeping up the most intimate motion between two women, two beings. She slid her clit up under her hood, their tips touching for a split second—two lit matches, then moved back down. Emma was startled by her precision. By how intensely aroused she was. “Do you like this?” Skarlet asked.
Emma could barely speak. “Yes,” she managed to whisper.
“Are you sure?” she asked, but didn’t stop, looking into Emma’s eyes waiting for an answer. Her heavy breasts swelled on top of her and she growled a beastly sound.
Emma swallowed hard. She stole a glance of her vampire in heat; fangs jutted out, breasts swelled with gem-like nipples against Emma’s chest. Skarlet’s swollen clit and labia traversed her wetness and she felt at once excited and frightened. And she recalled how it was she who seduced Skarlet. Skarlet had struggled to resist her invitation.
“I do like it, Skarlet,” she said, controlling her quick breaths and thrusting her opening up to meet Skarlet’s throbbing clit. “More than I ever knew I could.”
“Ohh,” Skarlet moaned, and the vampire swelled inside of her, setting off her nerve endings like acid through her bloodstream. Skarlet’s moans were so erotic. That velvety voice, the sound of a powerful woman completely surrendering to her electrified her fragile nerves.
“Yeah…yeah…yeah,” Emma groaned.
They rubbed against each other until it became too intense to bear. Emma needed a release.
“Now, Emma!” Skarlet announced in her sexy voice, reading her expression. Her body started to vibrate, the shuddering of Skarlet against her sent a monstrous tremor through her body.
“Ahhh!” Emma shouted and her entire body shook, releasing a violent orgasm. One with an intensity that frightened her. And she couldn’t regain control. Crashing waves of pleasure took over her body, shipwrecking her mind. She grabbed Skarlet’s hair. “Skarlet!”
Skarlet’s writhing began to settle. She dipped herself back inside Emma then slowly rubbed her clit down Emma’s engorged pussy one more time, her lips still parted and raw from Skarlet’s fucking.
She gently ran the back of her hand down Emma’s hair and kissed her forehead. Her tender touch grew forceful and she pushed her head to the left. Emma complied and pressed her cheek against the pillow, giving Skarlet full access to her right side, suspecting what was coming next. She closed her eyes and dug her nails into Skarlet’s back in anticipation of a sting. And soon, she felt it—a daring puncture to the neck. Skarlet’s fangs cut into her, and she growled fiercely, sounds that were inhuman and beastly.
“Ohhh,” Emma moaned as her arms reached behind her to the headboard. Skarlet massaged down a bare breast until she got to her hip, then down her thigh as she drank in her blood. Skarlet grabbed her thigh firmly and squeezed as she consumed her.
“Oooh, Skarlet…”
Skarlet’s pointed nipples rubbed against her skin, brazenly, and Emma wanted to bite them, if only to tame them. And suddenly Skarlet took her teeth back. She tucked them up with her tongue, her lips dripping red. The majestic green eyes took on a tragic expression, as she pressed her fingers on Emma’s fresh wounds.
“I’m so sorry, Emma,” she spoke.
“Don’t be,” Emma put her hand to Skarlet’s face. “I want to bleed for you.”
“I could never get enough of you.”
“Skarlet, I want you to touch me,” she said, and spread her legs for her vampire. Skarlet obliged, her hand traveling down until she pulsed into Emma’s aching pussy. Those hands…
“Oh, yes!” Emma kissed her. They inhaled each other’s lips and tongues, avoiding fangs. Skarlet’s elegant finger pressed inside her, and her insides contoured around it, begging for more. A second finger joined the first. Soon, Emma felt completely filled by Skarlet, who slid in and out with such ease it was almost embarrassing for her. What a whore she was for her vampiress. Complying with every new act. Would she respect her afterwards? Would she lose interest? Kill her even?
“More!” she heard herself shout. The hard thrusts sent her arms back and quenched a desire that had been burning practically all night. Skarlet’s hand drummed against her most pleasurable spot, the sound of their lovemaking so raw she couldn’t help blushing.
“Kiss me,” she whispered, needing reassurance that their union was a result of more than attraction. But she could tell Skarlet was entranced by her body, by the rigor of fucking. She opened her eyes and grabbed Skarlet’s head, bringing it down to her.
Skarlet kissed her, delicately. She licked down her cleavage, tonguing and sucking each nipple as a detour to her navel, and finally pushed apart her thighs. The loss of blood had her feeling light-headed. Each nibble, each brush of the tongue was intensified, bordering on euphoric. And Emma braced herself for what was sure to be the most sensual experience she’d ever had. She felt her clit get immediately enveloped and tongued up the center. “Oooh,” she rubbed her palms over her own breasts, pushing them together, savoring the cool air on her moistened nipples and fi
ngered the dents in her skin left behind by Skarlet’s gentle bites. Even her breasts were throbbing for her. Then, the thick, velvety tongue plunged into her pussy.
“Holy…ohhh!” Emma exclaimed and grabbed onto Skarlet’s nestling head with both hands. She slid her tongue in and out, spreading the wetness around then sucked it in greedily, moaning. Her moan became a growl and the fangs came back out. Within seconds, Skarlet bit into her bikini line.
“Ah, ow!” Emma squealed. Skarlet helped herself to Emma’s blood and she could feel herself depleting quickly. The pain aroused her, surprising her, and made her clit so hard she needed it sucked. Blood or no blood. As if reading Emma’s mind, Skarlet sucked it furiously, then rubbed her tongue along her, positioning her mouth precisely where her lover needed it. Emma looked down and saw that beautiful, straight nose on her pelvis, inhaling her, making her feel delicious, and loved. She ran her fingers through the lustrous black hair while her vampire mouth-fucked her, marveling at the softness of her lips and chin. The alto groans as opposed to the baritones she had been accustomed to, belying her ferocity. A woman’s touch was so much more arousing than a man’s. Her attraction to Skarlet was maddening, animalistic even, but she felt a tenderness. Skarlet licked up the blood that continued to trickle from her inner thigh and her passionate feasting fueled Emma’s climax, bringing her there even faster than she thought possible.
“Oh...oh, Skarlet! Oh my God!” she cried out as she shuddered into the stunning face nestled between her legs. She reached for Skarlet’s hand and gave it a squeeze as she came, releasing more juices for her vampire lover to enjoy. This was an intimacy that was beyond Emma’s wildest dreams, and the most incredible feeling she had ever experienced—more than even flying.
